Pete Wentz stepped out of the bus and sighed. He was starting 7th grade today. Patrick Stump, his best friend stepped out and stood beside him. "Are you sure you're okay in that, man? The high today is 88." Pete looked down at himself. He wore black skinny jeans, a black tee shirt, and a black hoodie. It was all topped off with his black emo fringe. He shrugged. He would probably get heat stroke but at least he would look cool while doing it. Patrick looked kind of dorky with his khaki shorts, long socks, tennis shoes, and green tee shirt, but it was part of his charm. He pushed a strand of golden hair from under his blue baseball hat. They looked up and saw people flooding into the school. They joined they flow.
