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Four Years

04.

Rachel's POV

April 3rd, 2009 - Tour!

I rushed around the house, grabbing all the things I would need, throwing them in my bag as I went. Why the hell didn't I listen to Jess? We were leaving for tour in an hour and I was hardly packed. Pete was the same way. Nothing was organized in the Woods and Wentz
household.

"God dammit, Pete! Where are my pants!?" I screamed, running in our bedroom. He was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. Oh my God. Why?! "Pete! Get up! Tour starts in an hour!"

"Tour can't start without me," He replied nonchalantly, flipping onto his side. I grabbed a pillow and started beating him with it. He needed to get up.

"Remember Young Wild Things? They left without you, you fuck! We had to catch a plane!" I yelled, still smacking him with a pillow. This tactic was not working. I smirked, dropping the pillow, "Fine, I'll be sleeping on Patrick's bus."

"Ooooh, that makes me wanna jump out of bed," He mumbled, snuggling into the pillows.

"Which means no sex for two months..." I said, still smirking. I walked away and started dumping my drawers into my bags. I zipped them up the best I could and strolled out of the room.

I heard Pete scramble out of bed and to the closet. "Where are my suitcases!?" He yelled, frantically searching for them. Funny, when you need Pete to do something, take away sex. Always - well, not always. He still hadn't told me about tour. So, it almost always worked.

"Already packed!" I yelled, running down the stairs. I grabbed Hemingway's leash and clipped it on. I ran out of the door, carrying two large suitcases with a dog following close behind.

I turned around, ready to run back in the house. I screamed, noticing Pete was right behind me. Holy shit he scared me. He smirked, throwing two more suitcases in the car, "If I was already packed, why the hell were you stressing so much?"

"It got you out of bed, didn't it?" I replied, going back in the house to get whatever else was left.

"You know me way too well," I heard him mutter. He probably had a huge grin on his face, matching the one that was on mine.

***

"Pete!" I whined upon seeing the venue fast approaching. "Who the fuck is playing? Just tell me!"

He walked out of the back lounge with a smirk planted on his face, "I can't tell you. It's a surprise."

"I swear to God if it's Panic and you're keeping it a secret from me because you - "

"Stop it," He laughed, throwing one of Hemmy's squeaky toys at me. It bounced off my head and landed back at his feet. He burst into laughter, "That was good!"

I glared at him and turned back to the laptop. I was currently on Pete's Twitter, trying to find any information. Idiot never logged out...

I chuckled to myself. Bad idea. Pete came and sat next to me, wondering what I was laughing at. He immediately shut the laptop and yanked it off the table, going into the back lounge with it.

So close!

Why was he keeping it a huge secret?

***

The bus started to slow down, finding a place to park. I didn't care. I jumped off the bus while it was still moving. I almost didn't stick the landing. I would've fallen face first into a thorn bush.

Thank God I did stick the landing, right?

I started running to the venue just to see who else was here. Four large buses pulled into the parking lot after ours. I turned back around and ran after them.

When one of them was parked, the door swung open to reveal a tall, Uruguayan man standing at the steps.

"Gabe!" I screamed, running over to him.

"Rachel!" He ran towards me with his arms wide open. Our bodies collided and I wrapped my arms around his thin body, squeezing him tightly.

He picked me up and swung me around, "I missed you!"

"Gah, I know. I did too," I mumbled into his chest.

I heard other footsteps run over to me and Gabe before we were tackled to the ground. I landed on top of Gabe, laughing loudly.

Suarez, Nate, and Ryland had all piled on us.

"Help! I'm in the middle of a Cobra sandwich!" I laughed, struggling to break free.

"More like Cobra sausage fest," Vicky laughed, leaning down so she could see me.

"Vicky!" I exclaimed, still underneath the sweaty Cobra men. They all got up and gave me hugs. I ran over to Vicky to give her a hug, "Thank God Jess and I aren't the only girls. I don't think we could've handled being around too many dicks."

She laughed and pulled away, "Trust me, I know how you feel. There's another girl on this tour too!"

I gasped, "Really? Who?"

"Wow, they did keep you in the dark with this one," Gabe laughed, walking over to me. He rested his arm on the top of my head, using me as his arm rest.

"They did. I had no fuckin' clue you guys would be here! Who else is here?" I asked, lowering myself to get Gabe's arm off.

He fell over and landed on his side. Vicky and I laughed loudly as he chuckled and stood up to brush himself off, "I meant to do that."

"Sure," I giggled.

"It was so hard not to call and tell you that we were gonna be touring!" Suarez laughed.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his body once again, "Pete would've killed you, right?"

"Yes. This man," Gabe said, pointing to Pete who was walking over to us, "Threatened to rip my balls off if I did tell."

I let go of Suarez as Pete approached us. He wrapped his arm around my waist as I rested my head on his shoulder, "Why were you keeping them a secret from me?"

"The whole line-up was a secret," He laughed.

"But, why!" I whined.

"I think you'll figure it out soon enough," He replied. "But, dude, what the hell were you thinking when you jumped out of the bus!?"

"You jumped out of the bus!?" Suarez asked, completely shocked.

"Yeah, I wanted to see the line-up and I couldn't wait 'til the bus came to a complete stop," I shrugged.

He laughed and held up his hand for a high-five. I high-fived him, chuckling.

Pete just shook his head and grabbed my hand, "I'm hungry. Let's go find food."

I waved good-bye to the Cobra's as Pete dragged me towards the large venue. He flashed a pass at the security guard, ushering me in first.

"Whoa, she can't go," The big security guard said, stopping me from walking in.

"Why not?" Pete asked, irritation present in his voice.

"She doesn't have a pass. I can't let just anyone in," He spoke, still holding his arm in front of the door so I couldn't get in.

"What the fuck, I'm with him. Do you know who the hell he is?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

"I don't care who the hell he is. My job comes before anything else. If I let you in, I'll be breaking the rules and I can get fired for that."

"Cobra's coming through!" Gabe yelled, the rest of them following behind. They all slammed into the door, opening it and running in.

Pete took this as an opportunity to push me through with them. I stumbled into the large building and ran down the hallway with the guys.

I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me. Pete and the macho man security guard.

I took a quick turn right, running down some strange hallway. Gabe came running up behind me. Wordlessly, he crouched down, letting me hop onto his back.

He took off, darting away from the security guard. He took a sharp turn left and slammed open a door.

I looked around to see a large stage to the right of us. We were on the stage.

"Run!" Pete yelled, standing on the other side of the stage.

Gabe bolted onto the large stage and jumped off, still carrying me on his back. I laughed hysterically as he ran up the arena's stairs, slowly running out of breath.

I saw Jess walking across the lawn, looking for something.

"Jess!" I screamed, waving to her as Gabe ran by.

"Wait, come back!" She yelled, running after us.

"Slow down, Gabe," I giggled. He did as he was told to and came to an eventual stop.

Jess ran over, carrying a laminated pass in her hands. She handed it to me, laughing "Joe said you left this on the bus."

I jumped off of Gabe's back and hooked the pass onto the keyring that was now attached to my pants, "Thanks, babe."

"You're welcome," Gabe laughed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Jess giggled as I hit his arm playfully.

"Oh, Saporta," I laughed, shaking my head.

One security guard came running over to us, a walkie-talkie in hand. He mumbled something into the talkie before grabbing my arm.

"Fuck no!" Gabe shouted and grabbed my leg, pulling me back. Great. I was being pulled like a rope in a tug of war match.

"She's in here without a pass. She needs to go!" The guard said, tugging on my arm.

Gabe kept a tight grip on my leg, glaring at the guard. He slowly tugged my leg, testing the guard.

"Gabe! Stop that!" I yelled, pointing my finger at him.

Jess sighed and walked over to me, grabbing my pass, "Her pass is right here."

The guard let go, causing me to fall flat on my back. Gabe still had hold of my leg.

Well, at least my whole body didn't hit the ground...

"Yo', what the fuck!" Pete yelled, rushing over to me. He helped me up and made sure I was okay before turning to the security guard. "Who the fuck do you think you are just dropping her like that!"

"Look, dude, my job was to make sure she had a pass, not make sure she wasn't hurt," The guard said, standing right up to Pete. He towered above Pete.

It was quite funny to see, actually. A tiny Pete, glaring up at this big, beefy security dude...

Pete snatched his walkie-talkie and started walking away, trying to get a hold of a manager or something.

I could already tell that this tour was going to be fucking amazing.
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