Forgotten Memories (Peterick)

Lying is the Most Fun

-Meagan's Pov-

My phone vibrated beside me.

Incoming Call: Unknown

I slide to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Detective Jones from LAPD, is it possible for me to speak with Meagan Camper?"

My heart literally dropped.

"This is her."

"Okay, hello Meagan, would it be at all possible for you to meet me somewhere to talk about Pete Wentz? Maybe, Starbucks at noon?"

I glanced at the clock, 10:38pm.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay thank you, bye."

I hung up.

Fuck.

I'm screwed.

I spent the remainder of my time at home, thinking of my responses. I already have an alibi.

The day I got Pete, I was "sick", and after my neighbor, Laurel, checked on me after giving me some soup, I snuck out the back of my house and walked to my car half a mile away.

...

I arrived five minutes early, enough time to order a coffee, and try my hardest to not look guilty as hell.

...

Once we finished, I was so relieved. Honestly, all I had to do was bend the truth a little bit, make Patrick look a tiny bit guilty, make myself look innocent, and make Pete and Patrick's relationship seem fake.

It was easy.

I walked through the door of my house.

"Pete?" I called. Where the hell is he?

I walked through the living room into his room, and found him on the floor in the fetal position.