Pete Wntz is dad {jish.x, reub.x, ty.x, ry.x, bren.x, susa.x, dally.x, emma.x, patrick, trohmosexual, andy.x, gee.x, dad.x, toro19, spencerrr, jonnn, xofrnkie}
dally.x: how did meeting fall out boy go?
reub.x: we're still with them
reub.x: dad is trying to force feed me chips
reub.x: send help
dad.x: if you just ate yourself then I wouldn't need to feed you
ty.x: do you mean chips or fries
reub.x: chips
dad.x: they mean fries
reub.x: I'm right, you're wrong, shut up
ty.x: damn, was that a try guys reference?
reub.x: yeah but I don't really watch them anymore
ty.x: neither
reub.x: well I'm gonna go run away from pete before he blocks my airways with greasy fried potato
dally.x: wow, good luck
ty.x: damn you reuben, don't ruin our summer plans by dying on us
"pete, leave them alone," patrick sighed.
reuben let out a high-pitched squeal of a laugh as pete caught up with them again, happy meal box in one hand. it was a shame that reuben had skipped out on almost two years of p.e. lessons now that they were trying to run from someone who was practically offered a career in football.
patrick couldn't help but smile.
"save me trick!" reuben called out, flailing to get free.
"hey pete," susa said. "why don't you come and talk about basses with me and leave reutrick to have some time to talk just the two of them?"
pete sighed but he let of them regardless and slumped back over to where susa was sat at the picnic bench. she was eating an apple at a pace slower than a dead snail and drinking a monster even slower.
patrick stood, moving over to where reuben had falled to the floor completely out of breath.
"asthma?" he asked, offering them a hand up.
rue shook their head, patting the ground next to them instead of taking the offered had and patrick took it as a sign that they weren't going to get up and so took a seat beside them.
"just really unfit," they said once they had caught their breath enough to speak. "so, how are you? I've not really had a chance to speak with you yet with pete ambushing me every few minutes."
"I'm good," patrick hums. "it's nice to actually meet you, but I've got to be honest, I was expecting you to be more full on."
"nah, me in person is way too anxious to be full on straight away," they let out a breathy half-laugh half-sigh. "I'll get there."
reuben reached out a hand so that it hovered over patrick's hat.
"can i?"
patrick paused for a second and rue was about to move their hand away when he said, "sure," and let them take the trucker hat off of his head and pull it onto theirs.
pete was sat so he could easily see reuben and patrick without them being able to tell he was watching.
"he sat on the floor with them," pete whispered to susa. andy and joe had gone to find a vegan restaurant so it was just the two of them left. "holy shit! He let them take the hat. that's not fair, he never let's me take the hat."
susa rolled her eyes and looked down at her phone in her hand.
private chat {emma.x, susa.x}
emma.x: how's reutrick coming along
susa.x: pretty well
susa.x: I've managed to persuade pete to leave rue alone for a bit and they're sat on the floor talking
emma.x: good good
emma.x: not as good as summa tho, right?
susa.x: nothing's as good as summa
susa.x: but pat is letting rue wear his hat
emma.x: damn
emma.x: he must really like them
emma.x: wanna go on a date tomorrow?
emma.x: video call at 9am for me, 3pm for you?
susa.x: sounds perfect :)
emma.x: you're perfect
susa.x: you're more perfect
emma.x: not possible :)
susa.x: very much possible :)
emma.x: I should leave you to keeping pete from ambushing reutrick again
emma.x: see you tomorrow
emma.x: and you're more perfect :)
