The Backstage Crush - Chapter 2

Plot: About a band called Fall Out Boy and a fan called Zoe Williams. Pete Wentz develops a crush on Zoe after seeing her in block 2 at his sold out 'Save Rock and Roll tour'.

Chapter 2 - The Letter.

Pete's P.O.V:

I was sitting in the room, glancing down at the address she had given me. I missed her. In just that instant I had missed her so much. Like she was someone I'd met ages ago and we were friends forever, that's how much I missed her. I stood up and looked at the camera man who had just printed out the pictures and left them on the side as he left the room. I walked over to the pictures and picked one up, the camera man had done a pretty good job and she looked beautiful. She looked more than beautiful, she looked gorgeous. I looked at Patrick, who had left the dressing room to head for the tour bus with Andy and Joe. I picked up the photos, a envelope and put them inside. I took the envelope and the piece of paper with her address on and headed for the tour bus.

Once I was inside, I began to write the address on the front of the envelope. "What are you up to?", asked Patrick as he sat before me. I looked up at him and sighed, "I miss her.". "You only knew her for what...10 minutes? Come on, Pete. Fans come and go. You don't know if she's always going to be with us. Look at Justin Bieber and the way his fans have left him.", Patrick explained. "That's different, Justin Bieber's a twat. I'd never be like that and I know you wouldn't, neither Andy or Joe. We're not like that. I'm sure she wouldn't stop being our fan and any way, 10 minutes wasn't enough with meeting her. She was incredibly sensational when she walked in to the dressing room. Couldn't take my eyes off of her once she was inside.", I answered back. Patrick sighed and got up. He headed for the bunk beds in the tour bus to get some rest.

I placed the first class stamp on the envelope and handed it to the bodyguard who told the tour bus driver to halt to a stop by a nearby post box. The bodyguard got out and posted the letter. I looked at the address and folded it up, walked to my bag and put it safely in a pocket on my bag so I could always keep it for when I wanted to message her. I opened my laptop up and signed on to my account then accessed the Fall Out Boy Facebook page. I opened the pictures and put them on Facebook with the caption 'Amazing girl, lovely fan and great person. Loved meeting her. -P'. I looked at the comments which were zooming through already. Fans getting all upset, fans getting ranty, fans thinking it was adorable and then I saw her name, Zoe. It popped up on the screen. I didn't know her last name so I gave it a chance and looked on her Facebook page to see if it was her. I saw her pictures and gasped. It was her. Oh my God, she looked so beautiful. I really wanted to add her  but I didn't know if I could. 

I logged off the laptop and put it away. Patrick walked past but kept staring at me. I think he was either worried or he was angry at me but he kept staring at me weirdly. I got up and walked up to him. "What's up, Pat?", I asked. Patrick shook his head and walked to the front. "Don't worry about him, man.", Andy commented. I looked at him, "Why?". "He had a bad dream, a nightmare in other words. He's just in a bad state at the moment. Just leave him to calm down and try and forget this dream. It was about his wife. He thought she'd died...like for real. He thought it was real but...of course it was a nightmare. Just leave him, Pete. We're nearly in Manchester any way. Our next concert. Just be happy and do the concert. Full of joy. Like you always are, never stop moving around.", Andy answered before moving away.

When arriving in Manchester, we went in to the arena and started setting up with our outfits. "Hi, Pete. I heard about you and that fan. I said hi to her yesterday but she completely blanked me...she was weird. But, all the good luck for you!", Taylor shouted whilst walking away to set up for her support act show. I watched her walk away and thought, why would she even say she was weird. She's not weird at all. No one understands how incredible she is but me. But me. I wish they'd realize why she is likable to me. 

Author's Note

If there are any punctuation problems, or grammar problems ignore them please. :-)