Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete - You couldn't hide it

A/N

Before I start this, I'd like to say, although I am related to Pete, I'm still gonna be doing Pete imagines. Finding that fact out, isn't gonna stop me from doing what I love; writing. Ok, if I get horribly insulted by Pete, yeah, then I'm gonna stop writing these. Bu, I doubt that'll be anytime soon. Welp, that's all I gotta say.

~ yoshi ^-^

Song inspiration: I Know I'm Not the Only One - Sam Smith

You had just finished being with your side boyfriend, so you returned home to Pete.

"Yo! Pete!" You shout.

No response.

"Peter!" You shout.

You soon hear running and someone pick you up and horribly fall.

"Ugh, Pete, why?" You say, trying to get up.

"Because I needed an awesome entrance," Pete says, still laying on the ground.

"You got an awesome entrance," you say. "Just, don't do that again."

"Got it," Pete says.

You get up and offer to help Pete get up. He declines, so you just walk off into the kitchen.

You grab yourself some strauberries and walk back into the living room.

"You're not gonna get up, are you?" You ask Pete, who was STILL LAYING ON THE GROUND.

"Nope," Pete says. "I'm too lazy to get up."

You lay on the ground, next to Pete. "If your not gonna get up, I'm just gonna lay next to you."

"Yay," Pete says in the cutest voice ever.

A day pasts, and in the morning you sneak out to be with your side boyfriend.

You knew Pete wouldn't be up for a couple hours, so you had time to waste.

Then, you soon returned home.

Pete was already up.

He sat on the couch, worried.

"(Y/N)!" Pete says, running over to you.

"Hey Pete," you say, awkwardly.

He hugs you happily. "I thought something happened to you."

"Pete, I'm fine," you assure him.

"Ok, good," Pete says. "So, why did you leave this morning?"

"I was-..." you trail off. You didn't know how to answer that question. You were never prepared to tell Pete what you were doing as your cover.

"That's what I thought," Pete says, his smile fading.

"What?" You ask, shocked.

"I knew something was up," Pete says. "You're not the only one that can act."

Pete gets up and walks out.

You sit on the couch, just plain shocked.

You heard something fall on the ground. "Crap. I'm not gonna get that. You know it's for you. Just get it yourself."

You get up and walk over to the hallway.

Pete tried to fly a paper airplane over to you... but failed.

You pick it up and it has something written on it. "Open it."

You unfold the paper airplane and there's a bunch of writing.

"(Y/N), you hurt me. Now, you can leave and be with whoever you were with. I don't give a crap. Just, leave here. I don't want you here, disturbing me with that stupid shit.
I gave you everything. I try and be the best boyfriend, but I guess you thought I'm not the best.
Like I said, just leave. Preferably when I leave to work."

You fold the paper airplane back up and place it on the ground.

Pete was getting ready to leave to the studio for work.

He only says one thing to you when leaving. "You couldn't hind it. At least not from me."