Irresistible - Pete Wentz Fanfic (Part 2)

Chapter 26

When the sun was just rising, we stopped at a gas station for breakfast. Pete parked the car and walked a little with Hemingway while I already went inside and ordered some food, then carrying it to a table by the window in the section of the store that looked like a diner. When Pete came in and sat opposite me, he got out his wallet right away but I put my hand on his, shaking my head. "You're already making me feel like I can only make it depending on you, let me at least pay for something like breakfast" I said, pleading him with my eyes and he nodded slowly, putting the wallet back into the pocket of his jeans with a smile.

He looked at his plate, then up at me. "Thanks" he said and started eating, it filled me with a kind of satisfaction that I still knew what kind of food he enjoyed. He drank his coffee and leaned back in the booth, looking out the window. I followed his eyes and saw the sun rising in the distance, the sky was pink and blue and I just loved that feeling of the early morning, when everyone was getting up, when the road had that feeling of a fresh start surrounding it and I just couldn't describe that feeling, it just made me very happy for some reason.

"Shouldn't be more than two hours until we reach New York" Pete said after a while and I smiled, finishing my tea. "Really?" I asked in anticipation. I really couldn't wait, we were getting closer and closer and I was getting more and more excited. He nodded. "I can't wait" I said with a big smile. He smiled too. "I can't wait to show you around." My smile grew wider. "Yay!"

When we walked back out, the morning breeze made my hair fly around my face and my ankles were still surrounded by that early morning dew. I shivered and Pete put his arm around me, guiding me back to car. "Aren't you tired?" I asked when I shut the door. Pete started the car and shook his head. "Not really, to be honest. And I'm not gonna give up now." I smirked. "Of course you're not." The early morning, the fresh start the road was offering, it made me feel like we could maybe also start again, forget about all that drama in the park, the kiss and whatever had happened in Denver.

"You know what I think?" Pete said. I raised my eyebrows, a smile playing around my lips because I was curious. "What do you think?" "I don't think you should start smoking again after you give birth." Now I frowned, looking at him, slightly irritated. "And why is that, Wentz?" He took a deep breath. "I don't know, it's unhealthy." "Pete..." "Oh, come on, it's not that weird to not want someone to die of lung cancer, is it?" My eyes widened. "No, not at all, it's just that the input right now, it's sort of random." "Well, I thought about it so I decided to tell you, is that so weird?" "No, of course not." "Well, then." "Well, then."

Why did that always have to happen? Why did we always have to fall out like that? This time, I decided not to let the silence take over again though. "Have you fed Hemingway?" I asked. "Yeah" he said, his voice softer too now. "I'm sorry but we need to stop giving out to eachother like that" I said. Pete nodded quickly. "I agree." I smiled. "Good." "I really want us to work out again." "Me too, at least for the kid." I heard Pete swallow hard and then looking at me from the corner of my eye. I turned my head meeting his gaze. "Not just for the kid, Charlie, I also want us to get along again because it's not right when we're fighting, at least not permanently. It wasn't all for nothing that we met and had such a good time. We've got this sort of connection and you know that, we can't just let that go to waste." I shook my head with a deep sigh. "I know, I know."

He looked back at the road again and I closed my eyes, deciding that I had to be honest with myself. Back when we had become friends, I had been crushing on him, not only because I had been a fan before but also when I had gotten to know him. And we had gotten together and that's when we had gotten along even better. Now, we kept falling out and I was starting to think that it was my fault, maybe it was because I still wanted to be with him, I had to admit that maybe that was a possibility. I didn't know if he still wanted to be with me too or if he was maybe just a little sexually frustrated for whatever reason. But maybe it was me, maybe I kept stirring up drama because I still wanted to be with him. I had kept that down for a while now but I knew deep down that it was very likely to be true. Was I supposed to talk to him about it?

I opened my eyes, realising we had driven onto a country road, with bright trees on the one side and huge fields with the occasional herd of horses on the other and it was very relaxed, there were barely any cars around, every now and then one passed us, driving in the opposite direction but other than that, we were by ourselves. The GPS was saying it would be less than half an hour to New York now. The sun was high in the sky now and I was getting more and more excited, I really wanted to finally get there.

Pete typed something into the GPS, smiling at me, lazily just keeping one hand on the wheel. I checked my phone for a second but had no new messages and when I looked back up, I screamed. "PETE, WATCH OUT!" I shouted and with one hand, he jerked the wheel violently and the last thing I saw was the tree coming closer and closer before the collision.