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Pete Imagine: Comfort

Tears stream from your eyes as you walk down the cold streets of Chicago. You had just broken up with your boyfriend, George. You had been fighting for weeks and you never really thought you two would work out, but you still were devastated. It hurt. A lot.

You begin running through the streets. You just felt like screaming at the sky. To make matters worse, it's snowing. Great. You don't hate the cold, but you it isn't your best friend. You shrug it off, and keep running. Your earbuds blasted "Heart Shaped Box" By Nirvana.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Your advice. Your Advice. Your Advice

You feel your feet trip over themselves as they slide on a piece of ice. You feel yourself going down, and you try to stop it, making things worse. Your hands flail in the air, trying to grab onto something, but failing miserably. You feel your head collide with some sort of stone structure. You let out a little yelp and clutched your head as you lay on the ground. Frankly, you're too lazy and in too much pain to get up.

"Oh, shit!" A voice yells, making you look up. A man with pink hair is running in your direction, concern written all over his face. "Are you okay?" His voice is soothing, oddly enough.

"Not really," You reply, trying to stand. Your head spins and you decide its best to stay down.

"Need help?" He asks. His hand is outstretched for you to grab onto. His smile is tainted with the slightest hint of worry.

"Yeah, thanks, um...." you trail off when you realize that he looks familiar. You can't tell if it's your failing vision or the lighting that is making his features so fuzzy and unclear.

"Pete." He smiles as he pulls you to your feet. He is a little short, but taller than you. You tried to get a good look at him, but everything was still blurry. "I'm Pete. Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!" He observed.

Then, it clicked. Pink hair, short-ish. Is this who you think it is? "P-Pete Wentz?!" You stutter.

"The one and only." He smiles, pulling his sleeve up to the cut on your forehead. "Take it you're a fan?"

"Huge!" You squeal, resulting in a large pain in your head. You wince as your hand flies up to where the pain is emanating from. You let out a tiny whimper.

"Calm down, I'm not that special. Don't want to hurt yourself any more, now do we?" He grins at you, making you blush a little.

"Yeah. Thanks, Pete." You smile, making him roll his eyes. "I thought that was dead."

"Alive and well, Mr. Wentz." You smile. He gave you a little look that said either 'You're cute.' Or, 'Fuck off'.

"I never got your name." He chuckles to you, making you want to scream.

"Oh, I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." You reply with a grin.

"Well come on, (Y/N). Lets get you cleaned up, shall we?" He gave you a look that stated that you could trust him. So you did.

"Indeed." You reply with a smile.

--a/n--

It's been forever :/.

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