Peterick Ch.3 Let's Rock.

We had all finished eating and were in Patrick's living room, playing Wii's Rock Band. Patrick was back playing drums and Joe was the singer, Andy on guitar and I on bass. "Dani California" Belted from the speakers of the flat screen, and Joe's singing almost caused all of us to go deaf. "CALLLIFFFOOORRRNNNIIIAAA REESTTT INNNN PEEEAAACCCEEE..." "Youu reeeallyy nneeedd vooiiccee lesssooonnsss joeeee!" Patrick sang out, heaven's voice in an angel's body. After a few agonizing minutes of hell, Patrick finally switched to the mic, Joe going back onto drums. As he sang I was captivated, not realizing that my fingers were stumbling over the fake bass and causing a strange sound. Patrick looked back at me, questioning. "Geeze Pete you play like you've never played the bass before in your life." He joked, letting the voice score go dead. "Just get back to singin and mind your own business." I sighed with a dramatic eye-roll. "What'd you say to me?" He put the mic down on top of the TV and did his tough-boy walk over to me, looking into my eyes. I would have seriously thought he was mad, but the smile in his eyes gave him away all too easily. "I said to mind your own business fucktard." "Ooh Patrick and Pete goin at it." I heard Andy whisper to Joe, and saw Joe grin. He always loved when Patrick and I fought. "You want a piece of me? Cause I got plenty to give." Patrick motioned to his stomach, the part of him that I didn't see as big but everyone else thought was above normal. "Bring it on." I motioned him foreword and he tackled me onto the couch, sending me flying backwards. after a few fakely angry words and despite my big muscles, Patrick had my arms pinned to the sofa and was straddling my legs. "I win." He said, face barely two inches away from mine. I didn't say anything, resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there. He smiled the big goofy grin of his, eyes suddenly flashing towards the door. Ashlee walked in, looking like the hottest thing on earth (or at least in the room.) and ran a hand through her now-blonde hair. But the pretty smile faded when she saw Patrick and I on the couch. I honestly didn't blame her. My hair was messed and my shirt half way up from when Patrick tackled me, him straddling further up my legs now than any man ever had. "What the fuck is going on here?!?!" She screeched, and Patrick jumped off, sitting on the arm of the sofa. "Wrestling match. Patrick was winning.." Andy jumped in. "Kicking Pete's ass." Joe added, and I sent a death glare his way. "Sure. Whatever. Pete, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute?" "Sure, sure." I stood up and pulled my shirt back down, Patrick grabbing the back of half-down pants and pulling them upwards. "Thanks." I muttered, and went into the kitchen. "What's up?" I asked apathetically, already knowing the answer. "Seriously, Pete. Can you just decide who you're going to cheat on me with?!" "What?" I asked. Okay, this I wasn't expecting. "First you're with Lindsay Lohan, and then you and Patrick were practically fucking.." "Can't fuck with your clothes on, sweetie. Besides, why would we be in front of Andy and Joe? I mean... " That was the kind of joking that could normally get me out of trouble. But not tonight. "Oh just shut up! I know something is going on, and I will find out what." Her words were slurred and she pointed an angry, unstable finger at me. "Honey, you're drunk." I pushed her hand down, watching her carefully. "No I'm not!" She stomped her foot, and I sighed. "I can smell the beer. How much did you drink? And did you drive here? Jesus Christ, Ashlee..." "No, my sister drove me. A...and I only had a few beers." Ashlee had no tolerance for alcohol. More than one and she was drunk beyond comprehension. "Well... uh... let me take you home." "So that you can go sleep with Lindsay or Patrick? I think not!" She fought back, stepping away from my outstretched arms. Patrick had obviously been listening, because at that moment he came into the room. "No, really, Pete. It's okay, she can stay." "See? He's fine with it." She poked me in the stomach and laughed. "Alright, apparently you can stay. Just, if you have to puke, try to make it to a trash can or something." I grimaced at the thought of the times she had puked on my floor, the times I had to clean it up. I knew how much Patrick hated Ashlee, so why did he want her to stay? Or was it that he just wanted me to stay? Ashlee stumbled into the family room and sat on the couch next to Patrick, who had already grabbed his guitar and was fiddling around with some simple chords. Joe had gone out to get his guitar from the car, Andy following him faithfully into the cold. I got my bass from next to the couch and sat down next to Ashlee, afraid to even look at Patrick despite the fact that I caught him stealing a few glances in my direction. "Alright!" Joe announced, entering the room with guitar in hand. "Let's Rock."