Fall Out Boy Imagines

Pete - Arma Angelus

requested by: me

band member: pete wentz

era: arma angelus

word count: 639

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The music was loud, the people were drunk, and you felt incredibly out of place. You had never been to a concert before--well, you hadn't been to a local, all-pit, multiple headlining bands concert before. Going to a concert venue for a relatively popular rock band like Green Day was an extremely different experience from going to a local one.

"Oh my god!" Your best friend leaned against your shoulder, tossing her Bud Lite beer bottle around like it was a throw pillow. You scoffed. "Wasn't that band so good? I loved them--oh, look! There's the guitarist!"

Before you knew it, your best friend had gripped your arm and was bolting across the venue to a circle of four guys. Their foreheads were oozing with sweat, and half of them pressed white towels to their faces to dim the shiny film that was coating their skin. She stopped in front a curly-haired boy, her drunken expression curling into a smirk as she shot a flirty pickup line at him. You laughed at her attempt as someone tapped you on the shoulder. Startled, you whipped around, half expecting to find some date-rapist or serial killer--you didn't go to parties much--but it was just another member of the band. Wasn't he the lead singer?

"Hey."

You smiled. "Hi."

"So, I see your friend's flirting with Joe over there." He gestured nonchalantly to the two, where your friend was resting on Joe and trying to lean in for a kiss.

"I swear--she doesn't normally act like this...she's super drunk right now."

"It's cool." He nodded, chuckling as Joe pushed your friend away, annoyed. "I'm Pete, by the way...but you just saw our band...you probably knew that."

"I actually didn't catch all of your names," Pete quirked a brow, and you sighed. "Trying not to get trampled...and deal with her..."

"Oh--well we're--"

"Arma Angelus," You interrupted, peeking over to see your friend storming back into the crowd after Joe's rejection. "I know that. I just didn't catch the actual names, y'know," you smiled, "Oh! I'm (Y/N)...forgot to mention that earlier.."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Pete was handed a beer by one of his band-mates, and he took a quick swig before continuing. The two of you talked for a while, and you found out Pete was actually a college student at the nearby DePaul studying political science. You gave each other basic info about each others lives, and it turned out that you two had a lot in common. Time got lost as the two of you talked, and the loud mess of moshing and dancing seemed to drone out from your secluded, enthusiastic conversation.

But was short lived. While you and Pete discussed the annoying rigor of college courses, you heard a piercing sound, the loud crash shattering the happy tone you and Pete had created, and your head whipped over to see (Y/B/F/N) with beer soaking her hair and a broken bottle dangling from her fingers. She had reemerged from the crowd and was now hitting on the drummer, her short arm slyly snaking around his bare waist. "Oh--shit. (Y/B/F/N)..." You whipped around, realization smashing into you. "I completely forgot--I should probably take her home." You turned to face Pete. "Sorry."

"It's cool...hey, what's your number?" He asked just as you turned to leave, and you felt bad again for trying to leave a conversation so quickly. You voiced your phone number to him, and he grinned. "Thanks! Hope to see you around!"

"See ya!" You called, turning on your heel and gripping your friend's arm. You waved and before you knew it, you were driving home with a very drunk person who had caused way too much damage in the passenger seat of your car. Now you could only pray that she wouldn't distract you from driving...

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A/N: so, there's my first imagine! it's kinda short and slightly shitty...but you know what? some of these are gonna be that way and i promise they'll get better :)

also it's really hard to bold things in this holy shit. cause i write all of this in google docs before i post it and bold doesn't carry over when i copy and paste unlike italics so this is hard for me :/

anyways...see you next imagine! -olivia