Push On Through

*Another day, another TW*

- Ruby's P.O.V -

I woke up a little while ago, I struggle to sleep on my back but considering I have new cuts on my thigh again I don't want to knock into them and bleed on the sheets here. That and the flashbacks that keep happening. I've been on my laptop in my bunk for about an hour now after admitting defeat, I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep again. I've been responding to some of the comments on my blog, lets just say it's not been an all positive experience. And my Instagram is even worse. Most of the fans have been super sweet, saying my pictures were really good, asking if I can keep being their photographer. Some think I shouldn't have been given the job because I'm Tyler's sister. Some are just completely mean about my appearance or saying there's no way I'm his sister because he looks good and I don't or that we look nothing alike so I must be adopted. I haven't been able to stop reading them. I'm trying my best not to cry. I can't cry. The boys will hear me. I look down at my phone, it lit up because I got a message, it's now 7:39 so I could get away with getting up shortly. 

From Patrick: Hey, just checking in after yesterday. 

To Patrick: Yeah, not great, but it's because of something else, not the eating thing

From Patrick: Well if you wanna offload I am only in the bus over from you guys, we can go get a coffee again if you like :) 

I think about the offer for a few minutes, staring down at my phone, unsure how to answer. I mean I could confide in Patrick, he's less likely to tell Tyler. And he gives nice hugs. 

To Patrick: I would like that, I'll shoot you a message when I'm dressed, give me like 15 minutes

I type the message to Patrick, taking a deep breath. I make my way out of my bunk and into the bathroom, taking something to wear with me so I can get dressed in there. I do my business, brush my teeth, brush through my hair and try and put it in a half up style but get frustrated trying, giving up. I try and so some skincare stuff to feel better but it doesn't work, I still feel as ugly as ever. I swear if Patrick makes me eat with him again I am throwing hands. That's a lie, I could never hurt him, he's too pretty for that. I walk out of the bathroom and grab my phone from my bunk, shooting Tyler a message just in case he realises I'm gone again. 

To Tyler: Woke up far too early again, going for coffee with Patrick again :)

To Patrick: Ready when you are Pattycake 

I make my way out the bus, trying to be quiet when I shut the door, but that's impossible due to the doors being so heavy. It's not too sunny yet, thankfully, I didn't bring my sunglasses out with me, my brain isn't that great at remembering things these days. I walk toward the Fall Out Boy bus, I see a wild Patrick emerge from the doors, a smile grows on my face. He spots me and picks up his pace, making his way in my direction. He holds out his arms and I practically jump into them, nearly knocking him over along with his fedora. I fully embrace his hug, he's wearing a soft t-shirt with one of his cardigans, a match made in heaven for comfort hugs. He gently pulls away, looking into my eyes, I know they're red, I saw them before I left the bus. 

"Hey little one, are you okay?" I nod at him, his smile turns to a frown "But you're not though, your eyes give it away" He stares into my eyes a bit more. We are basically the same height due to him not being completely gifted in that department. I look down at the gravel on the floor of the parking lot. I don't want to cry again, Tyler will notice that my eyes are red. He's already worried. Patrick puts his arm round me and tries to get me to walk in the direction of the shops nearby. "Come on, let's get some coffee, there's a Starbucks down the street" I do like me a Starbucks, it's my favourite.