You managed to stop throwing up after a while.
The things you'd seen, the things Pete showed you, were just...revolting. You wondered why he would even have those things on there, why he would save those, maybe to show helpless victims? Who knows, he's Pete Wentz, he's a fucking weirdo.
"They weren't that bad." Pete said from behind you.
He turned and glared at him, his arms raising in defense as he slowly backed away from the bathroom door way, mouthing something to Patrick. Andy sighed and kneeled beside you, pushing your hair back and tying it with a band.
"You know..." he started. "My reaction wasn't so far off from this when he showed them to me."
You chuckled and grabbed some toilet paper, wiping your mouth.
"I think I need to wash my mouth out with soap."
Andy laughed and nodded, feigning a disgusted face.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock."
"Fuck you Watson."
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Fall Out Boy Preferences
FanfictionJust some Fall Out Boy derps when I'm bored. {BE WARNED I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON AND A PROCRASTINATOR THERE ARE LONG PERIODS OF TIME WHEN I DON'T UPDATE}
