Me & You Are A Summer Song (Petekey)

5: Where Is Your Boy Tonight? I Hope He Is A Gentleman.

I woke up. Pete was sleeping softly beside me. I grabbed his phone and checked the time: 10:13AM.

Oh fuck.

I shook Pete, causing him to groan and mumble something that sounded like, "fuck off", but you can't be too sure. It's Pete. You never know with Pete Wentz.

I shook him harder. "Pete!" I exclaimed, hoping everyone else was out of the bus and didn't hear me. "Get the fuck up! It's 10 o'clock! Wake the fuck up or they'll know! That is, if they already don't."

Pete shot up out of bed, climbing out of the bunk. I then realized he was still naked, as was I. Oh god. I hope no one else knows what exactly we did last night.

I searched blindly for my glasses, and luckily, I found them. Damn it, they're gonna know! I have only my clothes from last night to wear! I told Pete this.

Pete mumbled a few profanities under his breath whilst he searched through his clothes. He found a shirt he never really wore because it got too small for him. He threw it at me and told me to keep it.

"Won't they recognize it?" I asked, probably just a little too worried for my own good. Pete shrugged.

"If they do, oh well, if they don't, that's fabulous," Pete stated simply, pulling on his jeans and buttoning them and all that stuff that you have to do to get your goddamn jeans on.

"Okay," I said, nodding. I stood up and slid on my boxers and jeans, followed by Pete's shirt. It was just a plain black tee, so I don't even know why I suggested that they might recognize it. I don't even know why I thought that they would.

"Here," Pete said, tossing me his white denim jacket. Or, at least I believe it's denim. Maybe not. I just know it's white and he wears it a lot. "Put this on. I want it back though, but later, okay?"

I nodded and put the jacket on. Pete smiled and walked over to me.

"So sexy," he purred, making me blush and smile. He leaned in and gently kissed my lips. "Mmhm, sexy."

I giggled and he grabbed my hand. He lead me out of the tour bus and we began looking for Gerard.

I noticed people watching us. They stared at our linked fingers, so I let go of Pete's hand and pretended we were never doing anything. For our reputations' sake.

Soon enough, we found Gerard and Frank. They were making out behind a tree where no one could see them. I cleared my throat loudly to get their attention. Frank then stopped kissing my brother and backed up so Gerard wasn't up against the tree anymore.

"Gerard, I need to talk to you," I sighed, watching as Pete walked over to Frank to start up a conversation. "It's important."

"What?" He asked, looking worried. I sighed out.

"Pete and I..." I began, seeing Gerard's face relax slightly. I gulped. "W- we... We had sex..." I watched as his eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. I took a shaky breath. "Last night... We're sort of... Um... Dating."

Gerard's jaw dropped. "You and Pete?" He asked, almost like if he didn't believe it. I nodded. "Oh shit... You should tell Patrick about this."

"Why?"

"Because. Just trust me on this one." I nodded at that. Gerard's always been there for me, so I don't have a reason not to trust him.

"You know, I haven't even fucked Frank yet," he added, making Frank blush a color of deep crimson. I laughed and walked off.

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I dragged Patrick aside. Pete had gone out with the rest of Fall Out Boy to go do... Something... I don't know.