We're Mental, So What? (A Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five - I Don't Want To Leave

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Just F.Y.I if I write something in brackets and italic after something it's the translation from Spanish to English. Okay, on with the book!

"I don't want to go." Pete muttered as he packed all of his things into a case. It was his last day here and really was genuinely going to miss him with all my heart. He still had no idea about what me and Patrick had planned as a sort of 'goodbye/happy birthday' ceremony, as it was our birthdays. "Don't be stupid. Go and enjoy life." I told him.

"I want to give you something." He said, handing me something wrapped in 'happy birthday' paper. I opened it and looked down at the small book. It was a small lyric book with a picture of Pete kissing my cheek and me laughing. I remember the day it was taken. I opened it up to the first page and saw a small note.

Bella,

No matter what anyone says, you are beautiful, smart, funny, your name is the best fucking thing ever and you have taken my heart. My heart doesn't beat for me anymore, it belongs to you. You have stolen my it and it will always be yours. Write your thoughts, feelings and songs in here. You've been getting really good.

I love you and don't ever forget me,

Pete Wentz xXx

I turned and saw Pete looking very sheepish and gave him a massive hug. The tears spilled from my eyes and destroyed my make-up. "I love you more than I can say Pete Wentz, you will always be the one for me. I will never forget you, or the time we've spent together." I whispered to him. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I love you too. I will visit you as often as I can. That is a promise." Hemingway whined at our feet and Pete clipped a lead to the small dogs collar. I put my hand over my heart and gripped the dog-tags Pete had got me that said, 'My heart belongs to Wentz' on one and on the other said, 'Stolen by him' which I had also added a skull charm to. He said it went well on the same chain. Pete had a similar pair but his said, 'My heart belongs to Muerte' and, 'Stolen by Death' which is what I had said to him before he convinced Patrick to buy these for us. I said, "Come on, let's go say goodbye." and held out my hand for him to take. He did so and I lead him through to the main area where me and Patrick had set up the ceremony. I had asked everyone to write a song, as that's one of the things Pete did best, to say goodbye. Billie Joe volunteered to go first when he presented his piece. I told him it was completely fine and he started strumming on a guitar I had borrowed when we walked in. I had no idea Billie Joe's voice was so good when he sang.

"Another turning point,

A fork stuck in the road,

Time grabs you by the wrist,

Directs you where to go,

So make the best of this test and don't ask why,

It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable,

But in the end it's right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs and still-frames in your mind,

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time,

Tattoos in memouries and dead skin on trial,

For what it's worth it was worth all the while,

It's something unpredictable,

But in the end it's right,

I hope you had the time of your life." He was good, but no one could beat Pete's voice.