a week had passed and pete had barely spoken the whole week. he wasn't talking to joe or landry or even me. i came home from school, excited to show pete my new designs, when i saw him sitting on the couch, surrounded by a guy in a fedora, a guy covered in tattoos, and joe. i guess those two guys were the rest of the band.

"um hi" i said, walking in and smiling shyly.

"are you margo?" the fedora guy asked.

"yeah" i said

"i'm patrick and that's andy" he said, smiling a kind smile and shaking my hand

andy waved and then went back to talking to pete.

"we have a show man, we have to go. for the fans" andy said.

pete stood up and grabbed his bass and put it in its case.

"yeah lets go" he said, walking out the door without even looking at me.

i stood there, looking down at my shoes.

all of a sudden someone threw a folded shirt at me. it had the bands logo on it.

"get some jeans on and put the shirt on. meet us in the car. don't take too long" andy said, smiling and leaving with the guys.

i put on a pair of ripped jeans and the shirt and put my hair half up half down and even put on a choker. i looked like the kind of girl pete would like. thinking that i actually wasn't his type actually made me feel weird???

i ran outside and saw a stretch limo.

i called joe "hey where's the car?"

"you're standing in front of it dumbass!"

i got in the limo and saw all the guys siting and sat next to patrick.

pete was still bummed out and i texted joe so i didn't have to ask out loud.