(PART TWO) Pete Imagine: Take A Good Hard Look [OPTIONAL]

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Link to ring/text tone for you: https://youtu.be/cKBnAV1bpRE (he's one of my many queens, this is a no judging zone, peeps, ack now I want a peep, *leaves to go buy some peeps from the store*) (oh yeah, that's your dress above, hope you like it)

You looked down at what you were wearing: a small black dress that really showed off your curves. You still had to do your hair and makeup, but you weren't sure about what you were wearing. You wanted to reveal little to no cleavage. You sighed, taking the towel out of your hair.

Tonight was the night you would tell Pete your decision. You just didn't know how to phrase it without it being cliché. Tonight was also the date night. Your date was taking you to a really nice restaurant, since he knew you loved (Y/F/T/F). You just hoped the press wouldn't be there. They annoyed the hell out of you.

Just then, you see your sister (if you don't have a sister, then your friend) enter the room. "What are you doing here?" You ask her.

"Helping you, duh. What else?" She replies. She grabs the hair dryer and your hair quickly dries. She then grabs the flat iron and curling wand, doing your hair in less than half an hour. (If you have straight hair, then it's just the curling wand)

She then proceeds to do your makeup but you hit her hand so she doesn't have to do it, "I think I got it from here, (Y/S/N or Y/F/N)."

"Okay, have fun but not too much fun that you're throwing up in the toilet tomorrow morning," she says before exiting your room.

You were in the middle of applying your eyeliner when Pete called you. You finish up with the eye liner on your eye and answer it.

"Hey, are you ready?"

"Almost, I'll be out soon."

"Okay, I'll see you then, (Y/N)." And with that, he hangs up.

You finish the eyeliner on your other eye and put concealer over your red spots and dark circles under your eyes. You applied your mascara and left your room.

"I'll see you soon, (Y/N)," your sister/friend said. You nodded and left.

*time skip to the dinner, because I'm lazy and I'm tired (as always)

You and Pete were catching up on what had happened over the past few years. How you had started a band with a few of your friends from college and were still together after several years. How he and the boys took a four year hiatus and are now back together and on their second tour since the hiatus.

Just then, your phone went off, playing "The Llama Song." Pete tried to stay calm before bursting into a fit of laughter. You look down at your phone, blushing.

"What? It's a catchy song!" You say in your defense. He just chuckles at that.

"It's not that it's a bad song. I just forgot about your sense of humor when it comes to text tones and ring tones," he replies, smiling. You smile back, the ruby red color still in your cheeks. You still had that one question replaying the back of your mind over and over again. You just didn't know if now would be the proper time.

"Pete, did you mean what you said at the bar?"

"Of course I did, (Y/N). You're my one and only. Always have and always will be," he replies, interlocking your hands even though you were across from him, "do you have a final answer about that question?"

You became afraid after those very words. You didn't want to say it but you had to be honest.

"Here's your dish, miss. And yours too, sir. Enjoy!" Your waiter exclaims before you can answer.

"Thank you!" You both say before he leaves your table.

"I'll tell you after dinner."

*time skip (again, I know) to after dinner*

"Thanks for dinner, Pete. I had a fun time," you say as you two were walking down the beach as the sun set. You were beginning to get cold, so Pete gave you his blazer.

"It was my pleasure, (Y/N). I hope we can do this again."

"Well, I don't know if we can do this again, Pete," you reply, turning to him. He stops walking and turns to you with tears brimming in his eyes

"As in you don't want to see me any-----"

"Oh no, no no. Wow, that was the worst wording ever----"

"Wait, what?"

"My answer is yes, Pete. I want to date you again!" You reply, giving up on trying to explain. You start to walk back, giving Pete his blazer back and carrying your shoes in your right hand. That's when you felt a hold on your arm. You look back to see Pete as he brings you closer to him. He closes the gap between you two. You suddenly feel the spark that you felt long ago.

And a few years later, you were able to say (Y/N) Wentz instead of (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

A/N sorry for the shortness. Requests are so close! The first one is taking me some time.

So if you didn't check out my message board if you didn't know already, I'm not gonna be on Wattpad for a few days. I'm gonna be on a trip.

Oh yeah, (Y/F/T/F) is your favorite type of food. So for example, Italian, Chinese, Indian.

QOTI: what's your favorite type of food?
Mines a tie between Japanese hibachi/food and Italian.

-the_infinite_author

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