The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 30 (Cheryl's POV)

We are currently in a taxi, and I'm in a dress. I hate dresses, but if it makes Pete happy, then I'm happy. I just want to know how the hell he got my dress, but I'm not ruining the moment and asking now.

I'm looking out the window, and I can feel Pete's gaze on me. I suddenly feel his fingers connect with mine and I jump, but I let him, looking over at him and smiling. He smiles back, lifting my hand to his face and gently pressing his lips to it.

"Why are you being so sweet?"

He smirks at me. "I can be sweet when I want to be. Especially if I've been waiting for a long time to act this away with you. You look amazing."

I laugh. "You've told me that several times."

"Each time I've meant it," he says, shrugging.

The driver clears his throat, completely murdering the sweet moment between us. I hold back the urge to roll my eyes.

"We're here," he says impatiently with a raspy voice.

Pete takes some money out of his pocket, handing it to the driver.

"Thank you," Pete says, taking my hand again and helping me out of the car. I look up to see the name of a really fancy and expensive restaraunt.

"Pete."

He looks at me, confused. "What?"

"I don't want you spending a lot of money on me."

He shrugs, grinning at me. "I have way more money than I'll ever need, and I'm going to buy you things whether you like it or not. Shall we?"

I roll my eyes and smirk at him, and he puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me inside the building. It does look pretty in here, I will admit. The lighting is dim, setting a perfect romantic mood, and there are candlesticks on each table.

We walk up to the podium where a suited lady is standing, and Pete says, "Wentz, please."

She looks at me, eyes hovering over my obviously purple hair. I notice her nose crinkle up for a split second, but she quickly recovers herself. Pete didn't see it. I don't say anything, and the lady nods, walking out from behind the podium.

"Right this way, Mr. Wentz," she says snobbishly.

We follow after her high heeled steps until we reach a small table by a window in the corner. She gestures for us to sit, and we do.

"A waiter will be right by for you and your... friend's orders." Then she smiles falsely and walks off.

I scoff, and Pete looks at me questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"Did you not see the ways she acted around me? I must not be the right material to be a stuck up bitch like she is." I cross my arms, scowling.

Pete's eyes soften, and he reaches across the table to me, taking my hands in his. "Don't listen to what other people say about you. They don't know you so they can't make accusations or judgments. You're you, and that's what I love about you." He smiles at me then, and my heart beat gets faster as it always does when he smiles at me.

I tuck my hair behind my ear shyly, looking down. His finger brings my chin up to look at him, and he leans forward to me.

"No, listen to me. I want you to know that this," he gestures to my hair, "is beautiful. This," he gestures to my body, "is beautiful. This," he gestures to my face, "is beautiful. I don't care if you think that this is the first date and I shouldn't feel this about you already and shit, but I've known you long enough to know you, and you are really great."

"You're being too nice, Pete."

He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "I just want you to know the truth."

By that time, a waiter comes by and asks us how were doing, what drinks we would like, the usual. We order, and when the waiter leaves, we talk. About everything, from what Felisha was wearing yesterday to why we thought the sky was blue. It all came naturally with him; I didn't have to sit and think about what to say, or worry if what I said would scare him off. I could just be myself and I really enjoyed that.

The date goes by too fast, and its over before we knew it.

"Wow, its almost eleven at night," Pete says, checking his phone.

We leave money on the table, and we head out, Pete's hand on my back the whole time. We call another taxi, and thankfully it isn't the impatient dude we had before. This guy seems genuinely nice, and he smiled at both of us as we got in.

"Where to, mates?" He had a British accent and I grin to myself. Pete gives him the directions and I lean back in the seat, looking out the window again. The driver is nice, and very friendly. He told stories all the way back to the hotel. I didn't really mind, because his voice was relaxing to listen to.

"Well, were here. Have a nice day, mates." We smile at him and get out, walking back to the hotel. When we get inside, we decide to go to Pete's room, because most likely everybody would be in there waiting to hear the "juicy" details.

He opens the door, and our suspicions were correct. The rest of Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, and Hailey are all sitting there, and when we open the door, they all literally attack us, talking at once. I heard things like "have you kissed yet?!?" and "when's the wedding?" and "did he buy you a turtle??"

I'm pretty sure that last one came from Joe.

"Guys get the fuck off," Pete yells, chuckling.

They back off, but Brendon pouts. "We want to know what happeneddddd."

"All in good time, my friend," I say, patting him on the shoulder and walking to the bed, sitting beside Hailey. She wiggles her eyebrows at me and I just smack her, which soon turns into a hitting war. After tackling each other and being pushed off the bed onto the floor, she breathlessly says, "We haven't done that in forever."

"I don't necessarily miss it," I groan, rubbing my arm, which will probably be bruised in the morning. "Thanks for this, by the way, ya bloody asshat."

"Your welcome."

We notice its silent in the room, and we glance at everyone else, who was watching us with amused expressions on their faces during our hitting match.

"So... Ya ready to tell us about your date now?" Brendon impatiently asks. I roll my eyes and briefly explain what happened to his thirsty little perverted ears.