(I'm finally doing a part two to this. Fuck yeah. Are you proud of me, the person how commented this [insert your username here bc I can't remember it]?)
"Well, then. Uh, I guess we should continue..." I mumbled.
After a couple more questions, Pete waltzed back into my office.
"I got a fiancee, I got a fiancee," Pete cheered.
"I think we understand that, dude," I replied.
Pete pulled one of the other swivel chair up next to me. "I wanna answer questions too."
"Okay, let's do this."
Favourite drink?
"Green tea." (Pete will be in italics)
(And I'm giving you answers whether you like it or not) "Passion fruit smoothie."
What's you favourite animal of the rainbow?
"Me."
"Pete Wentz."
Are you pregnant?
I read the sender's name, considering I was fairly skinny so no one would assume I'm pregnant.
"Fucking hell, Peter!" I shouted.
"You can't lie here," Pete states. "I found tests."
"I really hate you," I scoffed.
"No, I'm being serious here, (Y/N)."
"Yeah, I am..."
"FUCK YES! Fertilizing eggs instead of scrambling them worked for once."
"Oh lord, Pete. We'll talk later. Let's just get back to the video... in which I'm going to have to edit this out."
"Have fun doing that. I'm going to go tell people your pregnant."
"How did I know?"
"Because, I'm what the kids call-" Pete looked up in the eyes. "predictable."
"Get the fuck out of here, Wentz."
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Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines
FanfictionThe first one, I can't say the only anymore, Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines! This book follows imagines with both Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump... but they're not together... it's you and either Pete or Patrick... ya weirdos. Requested welcome...
