You were running down the street, in a hurry. Your boss was already mad that you couldn't get an interview with Fall Out Boy or Panic! At the Disco, so you would be on his worse side if you were late to work. As you ran down the streets of LA, a man ran right into you while running right at you. You looked up to see Pete Wentz shocked at what just happened. You were a big fan of his band so you kinda just stood there.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" He apologized
"Its fine, nothing to major but my job potentially being lost" you said.
"You are a..." He trailed off.
"Interviewer," you finished for him. " actually, I was going to try to get an interview with you guys today, for the 5 trillionth time" you laughed.
" how about I make a deal. In exchange for you name, number and running into such a beauty, I can give you an interview...over a...date by chance?" Wow. You were NOT expecting that.
"You have a deal pizza freak" you laugh.
"You ARE a fan! This just got even better" he said. You gave him you number and he gave you his. You went on your way to gloat to your boss that you were getting the interview ON A DATE! WITH PETE WENTZ!!
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Pete Wentz imagines
FanfictionJust some Pete Wentz imagines for all the FOB lovers out there. I tend to use y/n so it's fair, but sometimes I will take requests. I will tell you which ones are requests though.
