I Just Wanted to Tour!

I was on my way back to the Fall Out Boy bus. It was shockingly silent. Something was fishy. I walked in and saw them all gathered around Pete who was sleeping.

"What we up to peoples?" I whispered.

"About to scare Pete shitless." Joe answered.

"And Mr. Goody-two-shoes is condoning this?" I asked Patrick. He grinned.

"Are you in?" Andy asked.

"Scaring Wentz, definitely." We stared down at him more. I zeroed in.

"Not happening!" Pete grabbed my arm. I screamed for help as the guys ran off the bus. After a struggle, I escaped. We ran around the bus area.

"Haha, not catching me!" I yelled. He stopped running and his eyes widened. "Wha..."
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"Ow." I sat up.

"Dumb ass." Pete said shaking his head and walking away.

"You ran into the Panic At The Disco bus genius." Joe informed. I put my head back on the sizzling gravel and closed my eyes.

"You okay Carmen?" Brendon asked. I re-opened my eyes.

"Yeah, happens every other week." I sat up and grabbed my mirror. There sat a huge purple lump on my forehead. Brendon lifted me up and helped me stand on two feet.

"Carmen, you're okay!" Ryan yelled with a full mouth. "Sorry I left, but I got hungry... I bought you a corn-dog though." He put the corn-dog in my face.

"You're such a geek." I laughed and brought him in for a hug. Brendon walked away. "Hey, where is my hero going?" I asked. He turned around and smiled half-heartedly. "Thanks Brendon, you're the coolest." I kissed him on the cheek.

"Carmen, can I ask you another question?" Ryan tapped my shoulder.

"Sure thing babe!" I stepped aside.