Caffeine Cold - Joe Trohman / Pete Wentz fanfic

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We were mid-album cycle, doing a United States tour. I was the eternal bad boy and ladies man, Joseph Mark Trohman, just in a more subtle way than Pete. He often said that in itself made me more dangerous. We were heading for our hometown of Chicago for a few tour dates there and my parents were thrilled I was coming home.

Home reminded me of a lot of things. But mostly, home reminded me of Judai.

Judai was my best friend growing up and basically, the only female my parents ever liked. She had long black hair with striking green eyes and a stunning figure despite always being shorter and smaller than me. She was the one person I could always talk to.

Until the celebrity status came into play. Judai and I grew apart over the years and I thought of her at times; wondered where she was, what she was doing, was she seeing anyone?

Judai was, essentially, the one that got away. I had never made a move on her back then and it had a lot to do with my little to none self-esteem when I was younger. When I took the dare to sleep in the dog cage, she was the one poking me with a stick and waking me up. When I was (illegally) drunk, she'd cover up for me with my parents.

Jewish mom's loved to gossip so my mom always sneaked in tidbits here and there. Apparently Judai's last April fool's prank was telling her parents she was eloping with a shegetz (none jewish male.) That didn't go down too well apparently. After hearing my mom's disdain I decided to leave out the shiksa groupies.

But here I was, thinking about Judai again. I checked my phone book in hopes I still had her contacts. I dialed the number but it had been disconnected, so I tried the email instead.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard until I was sure what I wanted to type.

To: judaiberman666@gmail.com
From: jtrohman@falloutboy.com

Hey Judai,

It's been a while and I don't know if this will even reach you but I'm going to be in town for a while and was thinking we could get together.

Miss you,
JoeJoe

I hit send, hoping the use of her old nickname for me would spark some sort of emotion and not bring up the bitterness of me leaving and not staying in touch. After twenty minutes, my phone's email alert went off.

To: jtrohman@falloutboy.com
From: judaiberman666@gmail.com

Hey JoeJoe,

Wow, never thought I'd hear from you again. Knew you'd be in town though, your mother sent me a VIP ticket with a backstage pass so I would have seen you anyway. Maybe drinks after?

We'll head to the bridge with the guys - just like old times ;)

Miss you most
JudiPlum

I fist pumped the air. Yes! This time I had to play it smooth or I'd ruin any chance of finally getting "the one that got away."