His Name Is Wentz

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The tuxedo shopping went by faster than I expected. He picked out a lovely one. Pete kept his word and didn't show up at the tuxedo shop so he wasn't stalking me but I wouldn't be surprised if he was. The man probably has my social security number for all I know. I stepped into that house and he some how knew everything about me. Brendon dropped me off at home. We said our goodbyes then he drove off to meet Ryan at a restaurant. Cute. Brendon bought me a new fedora because he felt bad that I had no money. Not sure why he felt bad it was Petes fault I got fired. I needed a new job. Pete was home before me typing something on his laptop.

"Nice hat" he mumbled without even looking at me.

"Thank you" I replied.

"I have to go out of town for a few days. We're trying to buy a new company and the owner lives in Florida and we have to go there to discuss business.  I figured you could come with me to see your mom" He gave me a small side smile.

"No I'm alright.  Seeing Adam isn't exactly something on my bucket list right now.  But have fun I guess" I stared at my shoes awkwardly.

"Well, whether you see your mom or not you're coming with me.  I'm not leaving you here alone and defenseless"  He shut his laptop.

"Excuse me?" I asked "I'm a grown man I can handle myself"

"This isn't up for discussion Patrick" He stood up to go upstairs.

"I think it is.  I know you're used to getting your way but I'm allowed to choose whether I go to fucking Florida or not!" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You're going.  As your boyfriend I beg of you as your dominant I order you" He said crossing his arms over his chest.

"You order me?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Fine.  You can have everything you want.  I'll go to Florida and you can even pick out my clothes while we're there, maybe chew my food for me. That's exactly what you want isn't it? Total control?" I stomped upstairs before he could respond.  I threw a vase against the wall angrily.  Fuck him. 

"That was an expensive vase Patrick" he said from the doorway.

"Oh sorry.  Guess my master didn't approve of that.  Want me to pick up the broken pieces?  Oh wait I might get cut and get a boo boo" I stuck out my bottom lip sarcastically.  He glared at me.  I glared back.

"Don't mock me for being protective Patrick" he snapped.

"Then don't treat me like a fucking five year old" I snapped back. 

"I'll treat you however I want to treat you.  You agreed to that when you signed the contract" He stepped closer to me.  I looked him in the eyes daring him to make a move.

"That contract went out the damn window when you said I love you and you know it Pete.  It doesn't mean a damn thing!" I stepped closer now.  His eyes dared me to make a move this time. 

"Can't you just listen to me!?  Why are you so fucking stubborn and difficult!?" he yelled throwing his hands up in anger and frustration.  "You knew I would be like this.  It's never been an issue before it shouldn't be one now!  Pack a fucking bag because you're going to Florida I don't wanna hear another fucking word about it!" He walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.  I heard it click.  I attempted the knob but it wouldn't budge.

"DID YOU SERIOUSLY LOCK ME IN HERE!? WHY THE FUCK DOES IT LOCK FROM THE OUTSIDE!?" I screamed.

"FOR THIS REASON!" he screamed back.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled banging on the door.  He didn't respond.  I banged on the door harder.  I didn't hate him.  I could never hate him.  It was just a fight.  A very, very bad fight.  Tears poured down my cheeks as I finally gave up on him opening the door.  Why do we always end up fighting about Florida? 
•••••
I must have fallen asleep against the door because I woke up to daylight shining through the window.  My neck hurt like a bitch and my back was stiff as hell.  I moved my hand back down to the floor.  It hit a piece of paper.  It was neatly folded each edge touched perfectly.  I opened it up.

I'm sorry I was a dick.  I love you

I smiled down at the paper.  I tried the knob and this time it opened.  He was asleep against the wall right across from the door.  The light shined on his face making me smile even more.  I grabbed a pen from the nightstand and wrote on the back of the note.

I love you too<3

I slid the note into his hand while he slept then went downstairs to sleep on the couch.  When I was just about to fall asleep the couch shifted and Pete was holding me in his arms.  He kissed my neck lightly.  So light I almost didn't feel it.   I snuggled closer to him.  Everything always felt just right when he held me like this.  Like, everything was okay in the world and there was no issue between us.  But there was.  Clearly we needed to talk some stuff through.  That could all wait until we're ready though.  His grip around me tightened.

"You have beautiful handwriting" he whispered in my ear.

"You're such a dork" I replied while laughing.  He pressed his cheek against mine.  I wanted to sleep my troubles away and he was definitely helping me with that. 

"I know" he mumbled.  His voice vibrated my body.  It was so raspy and deep when he woke up.  Super fucking hot as well.  His whiskers pushed into my cheek.  He needed to shave.  They somewhat tickled but just felt uncomfortable. 

"You need to shave" I said shutting my eyes again.

"Mmm" he mumbled sleepily.  Eventually he started snoring which lulled me to sleep as well.