Pete frowned.
Although he was happy
Happier than usual.
The capital letters,
They put him in a good mood.
He wanted to hug this boy.
He wanted to scream to the world that he was going to meet someone who was so important to him. In the same way as a really good author. Or the first time you see a really good band live and everyone can feel the energy in the room but no one says anything.
It's clarity.
Pete Wentz wanted and was getting clarity.
He couldn't sleep last night, instead he devoted the early hours of the morning to rereading all sixteen letters.
His letters.
From the boy
The clarity.
His clarity.
Pete,
Do you have any clue how excited I am?
I'm gonna see you again.
This will be the best night of my life so far.
Might even top the best.
The night I met you.
Let's try and make it better okay?
Not as drunk.
It'll be me and you.
"People are leaves, they can't stay forever." Xoxo syk
Tonight was they night. The night to belong to the stars.
The party began, and believe pete, people started coming.
Right away.
Patrick arrived and pete began a conversation with him.
The two didn't talk for long.
Ryan came with alcohol.
Pete found his way right too it.
Clarity wasn't involved.
The boy arrived, he sat on the couch.
He saw pete, although mostly he wanted to get closer.
Pete drank.
Did shots.
Pete got drunk, really drunk.
He sat on the couch, looking for support to get off his feet.
The boy sat close to him.
Pete didn't register the boy in his head, their image was fuzzy and they looked kind of like a female.
Pete started kissing them.
He pulled back and yanked them to the bedroom with him.
They only did it because they felt they had to.
Pete kissed the boy's neck.
They pulled away, they didn't want it this way.
They breathed in slowly and they pulled away.
Their letters were scattered across the floor, their hand writing.
They left, slamming the door.
Pete was confused.
And drunk.
I'm sorry.
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To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfic"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about th...
