Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

12. Where Did the Ice Cream Go? (Pete Wentz)

"Pete." I whispered and pressed my cold feet into the small of his back.

His back arched instinctively and he groaned. "What?" He mumbled sleepily.

"I want ice cream." I said.

"Yeah, well I want sleep." He pulled the blankets tighter against him.

"Pete." I said impatiently and pulled the blankets from him. "I said I want ice cream."

"Get your own ice cream." Pete snapped.

"PETE!" I yelled and smacked him with a pillow.

"What the hell (Y/N)?" He rolled over and glared at me. "It's four in the morning, I want sleep."

"This baby wants ice cream and it wants it now." I glared back at him.

"Baby go back to sleep and I promise you I'll get you some ice cream in the morning." Pete whispered, his eyes half closed.

I turned on the bedside lamp and sat up in bed. "Fine, if you won't get me some then I'll get some myself." I began to get out of bed.

He grabbed my wrist gently, stopping me. "No babe, it's late, don't get out of bed."

"Will you get me ice cream?" I looked back at him.

Pete sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Yes love, I will."

I smiled and laid back in our bed, smiling, knowing I won the battle.

Pete Wentz

I walked downstairs, rubbing my eyes and flicked the kitchen light on. I opened the freezer and looked around for the tub of cookies and cream ice cream that (Y/N) loved.

"Aw crap." I muttered; there was none.

I walked back up the stairs and into the room, (Y/N) was sitting up against the headboard, on her phone.

"Did you get my ice cream?" She asked.

I shook my head. "We're out."

"Then go buy me some." (Y/N) said plainly.

"Babe, it's four in the morning." I protested, leaning against the doorframe.

"Ok then, I'll get it myself." She got out of bed.

"No, no, no." I pushed her down gently on the bed and grabbed my keys from my beside table. "What I meant is that it's four in the morning and you shouldn't be going out alone."

"Then take me with you." (Y/N) tried to stand up again.

I pushed her back down gently. "No, I'm going to get it for you, the store is down the street; I'll be back in less than ten minutes."

"Fine." She watched me pull on my pants and some shoes.

"I'll be right back, I promise." I headed for the door to our room. "I love you."

"I love you too." I heard her call as I walked out the front door.

*Le Time Skip*

"You have got to be kidding me." I said to myself as I stared at the empty spaces between the other ice creams.

"Something we can help you with sir?" One of the workers asked.

"Yeah." I opened the freezer door. "Do you guys have any more cookies and cream ice cream?" I asked.

"Nah." The guy said. "We ran out, our next shipment should come tomorrow morning at seven-"

"No that's too late I need it now." I ran a hand over my face.

"I'm sorry man-"

"My wife is pregnant man, she's pregnant. And she wants ice cream and if she doesn't get ice cream do you know what happens to me?" I asked him.

He shook his head.

"I get to sleep on the couch, or she throws stuff at me and she played softball, she throws hard." I explained with borderline hysteria.

The worker looked at me with sympathy. "The Walmart is still open." He suggested.

I sighed. "Ok yeah, fine." I walked out of the store with my head hanging low.

I got into my car and sighed leaning back against the driver's seat. "And now off to Walmart."

By the time I got to Walmart it was almost five in the morning and (Y/N) had called me three times.

"I know babe, I know." I ran into the Walmart with the phone wedged between my shoulder and my ear. "The store down the street was out of ice cream so I had to come to Walmart."

My sneakers squeaked on the tile floor as I sprinted down the aisles towards the frozen items.

"I'll be home really soon babe." I grabbed the ice cream. "I promise." I sprinted down the aisle narrowly missing another guy who was coincidentally buying ice cream and sprinting the opposite way.

"Congrats!" He called as he kept running.

"You too." I yelled and kept on running.

The self-checkout was closed as was most of the other cash registers and the only one open was manned by a woman who had to be in her late 70s. The line was already ten people deep and she wasn't moving any faster as she squinted at the screen and kept making mistakes.

"Sorry sweetie." She would say and try again.

So by the time I got up there, I was frazzled and annoyed.

"Just this one thing?" She asked and took the ice cream from me with frail hands.

"Yes ma'am." I said trying to ignore the way her hands shook as she took the gallon of ice cream from me.

They say you see things in slow motion before something catastrophic happens, and I can testify as a witness that the saying is true.

I watched as her hands gave out and the gallon of ice cream tumbled towards the floor, bouncing off the counter and hitting the floor and bursting sending ice cream flying everywhere.

"Oh dear." The woman said. "Well I will just go back to the ice cream section and get you another one-"

"No!" I interrupted her. "No! No! No!" I held out my hands to stop her. "It's fine, it's okay. I'll just go." I shook my head.

"Are you sure? I can get one for you." She insisted.

"No ma'am." I held my hands up to the sky and started walking away. "It's okay."

Eventually I found a store with the ice cream that (Y/N) liked and I was heading home, at 5:45 in the morning.

"God she better like this." I muttered as I walked into the house.

I grabbed a spoon and stabbed it into the open container of ice cream and headed up the stairs kicking my shoes off as I went.

"Babe, I got your ice cream..." I trailed off.

The lights were off and (Y/N) was asleep curled up on her side.

"You have got to be kidding me." I sighed and sat down on the bed beside her. "Well if you won't eat it, then I will."

And that's how (Y/N) found me the next morning, with a tub of ice cream in between my legs and a spoon hanging out of my mouth.

Heyyyyyy, how'd you like this one? Sorry if your favorite type of ice cream isn't Cookies n' Cream, mine is though. I've been snowed in my house for the past 6 days, that's been fun. School starts again tomorrow, I wanna cry. Oh well, hope you enjoyed this Imagine.

Oh! Before I forget, I've got a Kylo Ren story out, so if you're Kylo Ren AF like me, you should totally check it out.

Stay sassy, keep it classy ~xoZoe