M E A N D P E T E

E M O L O R D

He was so excited to watch the movie, even though he's probably seen it 100 times. He knew almost every line and knew every word to the songs. And then there was me, knowing maybe 3 songs from the movie.

I didn't even really watch the movie. I mostly stared at him as he sang. He was so cute ahh!

Half way through the movie, he did the yawning arm thing. I let him put his arm around me and I laid my head on him chest. He's so warm and comfortable.

"You like it? The movie?" He asked, sound hopeful. "Uh, yeah. It's good." I didn't really care about the movie. It was kind of an excuse to be with him.

Right after the movie ended, he got a call from Meagan. She said that they needed to talk about their relationship and the kids. So he left around 3 to get lunch and talk to her.

I called Sydney, hoping she was still up. Luckily, she was at a birthday party for a volunteer worker.

"So did you guys fuck yet?"

This was Sydney's first question after I explained to her how I caught him and what happened after.

"No! He just got out of a relationship. Well, maybe. I don't know. I think I like him? But I don't even know him. Ugh. Syd, I need you back!"

"So you want to fuck him?", she laughed and yelled at someone, "hey I'm gonna have to call you back in a little. Bye babe. Miss you. Love you!" Then she hung up.

I was hungry so I went and got Chick Fil A. I changed into leggings and a thin burgundy hoodie. I slipped on all black vans and left.

I kept checking my phone on the way there to see if he texted me. I wanted to know what was going to happen. I needed to know.

I got a sandwich, fries, chicken nuggets, and a milkshake. I've always been a nervous/stress eater.

He never texted me while I was out and he wasn't there when I got home. I didn't want to bother him either.

I was really bored so I straightened my hair and put on light makeup. Bored. Who was I kidding? I just wanted to look good for him.

At around 8-ish, I heard a car pull into the drive way. He was home! Finally. I sat on the couch and pretended that I didn't know he was back.

"Hey, Petey. How did everything go?" He looked sad and sighed. "We're over. She wants custody over Saint. I'm never going to see my son again and I have to get all of my stuff out by next week. She's ruining my fucking life." He started to tear up.

I walked over towards where he was standing. I tried hugging him but he pushed me away. Literally. I stumbled backwards, but I didn't fall over. He went up to him room and slammed the door. I continued to stand in the same place, stunned.

My phone went off and I checked back into reality. Just a Twitter notification. Someone had favorited my last tweet.

I refreshed my feed. Pete had just tweeted something.

Pete Wentz @petewentz
sorry.

Sorry? Why was he sorry? Was he referring to Meagan and his problem? Or what had just happened? I needed a drink. But I didn't want to get drunk over him. I made some tea and went up to my room.

I put on some (sad) music and went on my laptop. I put on my favorite movie, Moonrise Kingdom, and talked to some fans via Instagram.

I heard him talking on the phone to someone, but I couldn't really make out what he was saying. I pretended that I had to go to the bathroom so I could hear him better.

He sounded angry almost. "Shut the fuck up dude. This isn't funny. To make things worse, I think I hurt her." There was a pause. "Yeah, that's why I tweeted that."

I went to the bathroom and took off my makeup and brushed my teeth. I heard him say goodbye and his phone charge. I quickly finished up.

I took off my leggings and just put on an old sweatshirt. I climbed into bed and went onto Twitter.

Asslyn @ashlyn
come here

The tweet was for him. I waited to hear a door open, but nothing. I put on our song, The Morning. I played it pretty loud, making sure he heard.

A door opened. I smiled. Footsteps. Another door opened. My door.

"Hey." He walked over, shirtless, and sat next to me in bed. "Hi. What's up?" Whats up, ashlyn? Really? "I saw your tweet. I assumed that was about me. I'm here. And I love this song so." He smiled and I pulled him in for a kiss.

He grabbed my waist and set me on his lap, still lip-locked. I ran my hands through his hair. He squeezed my ass. I giggled and pulled back for a moment.

"Are we gonna uh.. have sex? or are you not ready?", he asked nervously. I glared at him. "I'm not a virgin", I laughed, "and I don't really want to. Sorry." His face fell, but then he smiled again.

"Alright. I just didn't know if I should go back and grab some things." He laughed. I went over to my night stand and opened the top drawer. I pulled out a strip of condoms. "These things?" We both laughed.

I jumped back on top of him and we made out for a while. I got tired and laid on his chest. "I heard you talking on the phone. And its ok. I just wanted to hug you. Sorry."

He rubbed my ass. "No, I'm sorry. I lashed out and I don't know what got into me. I'm never violent. I think I'm just stressed out with everything that's going on. I'm such an asshole." I kissed him again, stopping whatever else he had to say.

"You are not an asshole and I understand. It happens. Let's just think about something else for a little." He squeezed my ass again and kissed me.

I got up and turned off the lights. Then I put on my lamp. I "accidentally dropped my phone on the ground and bent over to get it. I heard his breathing change. I smiled to myself.

He put his arm over his waist. Oh no. Petey got a boner! "What's wrong? Did someone get a little excited? I laughed and moved his arm. He was so hard. "Uh maybe. Sorry." He flashed a cheeky smile.

Next thing I know, I'm pulling down his sweatpants and giving him a blowjob. I felt so good. I was getting sexual with my childhood crush.

"Fuck. Faster!" I bobbed my head faster. About 30 seconds later he spoke again. "I'm about to cum." I removed my mouth and rubbed him as he released.

"Thanks." He said, laughing. I went to the bathroom to clean up. I can't believe I just gave the emo lord a blowjob. Oh my god.

When I came back, he was under the covers, sleeping. I turned off my lamp and went to sleep.