Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Pete Wentz Imagine

How You Met

You always hated your job, it bored you so much that you thought about quitting. You worked at HMV and never good bands ever came to signings at your store. You were going to quit until you saw the posters that Fall Out Boy were coming to a signing in the store you worked at.

It's like God had heard your thoughts and made your life so much easier.

"Y/N, Can you set up the tables for the signing and get the merchandise ready?" Your boss appears from an aisle with a box full of Fall Out Boy merchandise. He looked rather stressed today, you would be too if you saw the mass crowd of fans waiting outside the doors.

"When will they be here?" You say trying to keep your calm in front of your boss but you can't seem to believe that Fall Out Boy are going to be here, in the same room as you. You had seen them live before but you couldn't get backstage passes.

"In about an hour, come on hurry up!" Your boss demands, you scurry off quickly taking the box from his hands. You go into the store room and pull out the 2 tables and set them up, putting the HMV screen behind it. You set up the four chairs and spread the merchandise out on the table in a manner you've done for years.

"Y/N! Are you nearly done?" An employee jogs over, his name was Michael. You both were given the job at the same time, you were friends even though Michael had always wanted to be more than friends you would rather you two be like acquaintances. 

"Almost, do I look okay?" You panic, you begin to panic messing with your hair and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"You look breathtaking as usual." Michael says before flushing after realising what he said. You notice his embarrassment and decide not to embarrass him anymore. You mumble a quick thank you before taking off into the bathroom with your bag to fix your make up and hair. You take in your appearance in the dirty mirror. You take your hair out of the messy bun and drag a brush through your knots. No matter how hard you try your hair still looks lifeless. You fix your make up then sigh in defeat, there was nothing you could do to fix yourself, you always looked worn out from your lack of sleep and lack of food.

Judging by the increase of screams outside the doors you assume Fall Out Boy had just entered the store. Fall Out Boy had just released their new album Save Rock and Roll and were just about to tour soon. Fans were ecstatic, including you, even though you were 28 years old, you still loved Fall Out Boy in 2013. You were only 20 years old when they broke into the scene and had been a fan since the start, now you couldn't believe you would only be a few feet away from them.

You stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at Michael who was standing at the till, fans were now lining up in store while FOB took their seats at the table you had set up. You tried to hide your inner fan girl but you couldn't help but grin at them sat there. Michael knows how much you love them since you are always playing their CDs in store. You take your place by the ropes that divide the fans up in lines and let a few head up to the table at once.

Every now and then you glance at the table and see the boys of your emo days smiling happily at their ever growing fan base. The line gets smaller as the day goes on and soon there was only five girls waiting, they reeked of groupies, why would groupies even turn up to a signing. They pulled down their tops to showcase more cleavage and hiked up their skirts, You saw the boys grimace but put on their biggest smiles, you roll your eyes at Michael who snickers a little, one of the groupies saw what you did and sends you a glare, if looks could kill, the look she just gave you would kill you on the spot.

The girls saunter off as they couldn't even get a second glance from the boys. You start to clean up the litter left by the fans as Michael begins to put away the ropes, the girl who sent you a glare pushes you into a shelf of CDs that come toppling down on you. You hear footsteps run over and you look up to see Pete Wentz staring down at you with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay?" His American accent was like music to your ears, you sheepishly nod at him before pushing yourself up, dusting yourself off and giving him a small smile. You begin to start picking the CDs and lifting the shelf back up. Your boss comes storming out, for a small man he was scary when he was angry.

"God dammit Y/N! How many times have you damaged my store?! Knocking over shelves, breaking the till, knocking over the displays, spilling coffee on bands! Y/N how clumsy can you get? You're causing way too many problems for me right now. Jesus christ!" He flails his arms about like a maniac and you could feel your cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

"Excuse me Sir, but I was the one who knocked over the shelf, I insisted I cleaned up the mess I made but Y/N here wouldn't let me and insisted it was her job to do so." Pete calmly says to my maniac of a boss.

"Well that is awfully nice of Y/N but I'm going to have to let you go Y/N. I'm so done with all your shit, don't bother coming back tomorrow." He spits at you before storming off.

"I'm so sorry you had to witness that, but thank you for trying." You mumble, you were already too embarrassed about what had happened, you just wanted to go home.

"Hey it's no problem, that guy is in an asshole anyway. I'm so sorry about your job." Pete's eyes were so mesmerising you were frozen.

"I can find another one hopefully it's not a bother." You shrug, but it was a bother  because you had been looking for a job for months but it has been getting incredibly hard to get a job these days.

"Hey! For our upcoming tour we need a roadie, maybe you might want to consider that for a job? Here this is my number, we could discuss it over coffee sometime?" Was Pete Wentz asking you out? You thought to yourself.

"Thanks." You mumble gratefully then pocketing his number.

"Promise you'll call?" 

"I promise." 

A/N: The amount of reads I was getting on this was crazy, I didn't really expect anything for this so that's why I haven't wrote anything.