His Name Is Wentz

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[Okay I've been waiting to write this one for a while now. I just wanted to finish off a few other books. And with that I bring you His Name Is Wentz]

Patrick
I walked into the large building.  I work for the local newspaper who wanted me to interview him.  His name is Wentz I believe.  Pete Wentz.  People told me he's intimidating.  A woman led me to his office.  She smiled at me warmly.  I smiled back. 

"Mr. Wentz is in there" she opened it slowly.  A blonde haired man stood at the window.  He was beautiful.  Perfect eyes.  Perfect body.  Perfect lips.  He turned to face me.  A small smile played on his lips.  He walked over to me with his hand out.  I took it and shook twice
"I'm Pete Wentz.  You must be Patrick"

"Uh yeah I'm him.  He's me"

"Sit down then Mr. Stump" He pointed to two chairs.  I sat in the first one I saw.  I couldn't stop blushing.  He handed me a pencil to write with.

"You're very handsome" he said sitting down.

"I uh I am not-"

"Shush.  What I say goes and I say you are very handsome" I opened the questions.

"Let's just get started" I said awkwardly.  He nodded. 

"You're very successful to w-"

"What do I ow my success?" He asked.  I sighed and nodded.

"Not my questions" I mumbled.  He took the question from my hands and read them over.  He placed it down on his desk.

"What's your full name?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I asked you your full name" I looked up at him.  His beautiful hazel eyes looked into my boring gray ones. 

"Patrick Martin Stump" I said.  My voice cracked on the last part.  He smirked at me.

"You don't like your job very much do you?" he asked.

"These are very personal questions-"

"Yes but I'm asking it.  Do you?" I bit my thumb nail.  He crossed his arms over his chest.

"No.  I don't"

"What did you want to be?"

"A singer" He smiled wider.  His assistant walked in.

"Sir you have a meeting" she said.

"Cancel it" he mumbled.  He looked into my eyes once again.

"What's your sexuality?" he asked.  My eyes widened.

"That's not appropriate to ask me" I stood up.

"It's a simple question" he said.  He was taller than me so he was looking down on me. 

"I'm gay" I said.  I grabbed my jacket.  "Good day Mr. Wentz" I stormed out angrily.   Intimidating? No.  An asshole? Yes.  I grabbed the handle of my car.

"Mr. Stump!" he yelled from behind me.  I looked up at him.  He placed my fedora on my head.  "I hope to see you again"

"Goodbye" I said.  I got into my car and drove off.
•••••
I flopped on my small bed when I arrived at home.  I didn't know what I was going to tell my boss about the questions.  The guy he wanted me to interview was a complete dick?  I'd get fired.  I attempted to sleep but got woken up by my phone.  Guess who? My boss.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mr. Wentz just emailed me.  Thank you for getting all the questions.  He said to give you his number.  It seems he's taken a real interest to you"

"Thank you" I grabbed a napkin and a pen.  I needed to tell this bitch off.  "What's the number?" He told it to me as I wrote it down.

"Thank you sir see you Monday" I hung up with him.  I dialed Petes number next.

"Wentz" he answered.

"Don't give my boss your number to give to me.  Don't ask me personal questions and don't talk to me.  I don't care who the hell you are I swear to god I'll knock your teeth down your throat are we clear?" he chuckled on the other end.

"I apologize.  Perhaps we can meet up for something to eat?  So I can make up for the asshole I've been" I nervously scratched pen marks on the napkin.  It was silent until,

"Fine" I said.

"Wonderful.  Meet me at Urie's at say 6:00?"

"Pete no offense but I really can't afford Urie's I work for a newspaper"

"Don't worry.  I'll cover it.  See you then" The line went dead.  I suddenly regretted my decision.