Imagines Part 2

#14 Pete Wentz

This imagine is dedicated to fall0utTrash I love you girly! Here you go, I finally got it done. Oh and that reminds me, if you're waiting for an imagine I'm really sorry. I don't know what's been wrong with me, I just couldn't write. But I think I'm starting to get back into it, so yay! ANyWays, here's your imagine, enjoy!

You look down at your phone, 2:46 a.m. 'Great.'  You think to yourself. 'Just great...' When you pull into the driveway you notice Pete, sitting on the front porch. 'Yep, this is how I die... he's going to murder me.'  You grab your phone and get out of the car.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" Pete exclaims, jumping up from his place on the porch to confront you. You go to take a step forward and almost fall over. 'Maybe I shouldn't have driven myself home.'

"I was out with my girls." You giggle and take another step, this time you do fall, but Pete catches you. You knew he would, he always does. He sighs and picks you up and carries you bridal style into the house.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you, not carrying you to bed." Pete says as he walks you up the stairs to your room.

You laugh and reach up to touch his face. "You can yell at me tomorrow, okay?"

Pete can't help but smile at your comment. "Sounds good."

He places you gently down on the bed and kisses your forehead. "Goodnight jerk." He jokes, turning to leave.

"Sleep tight, Bitch." You reply, smiling.

When you wake up the next day, your head is pounding and vision is hazy. You moan in pain and grab your head. 'So not worth it.'  You think to yourself as you climb out of bed. You walk down stairs to find Pete in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"Hey babe." You say smiling.

"Don't hey babe me." He says cooly, not turning his attention away from breakfast.

"Why not, Babe?" You ask teasingly, ignoring the traces of anger in his voice.

"Because, you still haven't told me what you were doing last night."

"I told you, I was-"

"Out with the girls?" Pete cuts you off, his voice raising and turning away from the stove to face you, frying pan in hand.

"Uh..." You scrunch up your face in confusion. "Yeah."

"Then why did I wake up to a voice message from a man on our answering machine saying that he had a blast with you last night, and he can't wait to do it again?!" His face was turning red.

You rolled your eyes, you couldn't believe he thought you were cheating on him. "Pete, you don't even know what you're talking about."

"Why, because you think I'm just too stupid to figure it out? Is that it? You think I'm a moron?!" He slammed the frying pan on the counter.

"Woah, Pete calm down! Brendon is-"

"So that's his name? Brendon?"

You couldn't take not being listened to anymore.

"BRENDON IS GAY!"

Pete's face goes white. "He's... what?"

You sigh a breath of relief. "Brendon is my gay friend, I was trying to help him get a date last night, at a gay bar."

Pete burried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry..." He says, looking back at you.

"Me too." You say walking closer to him.

"For what?" He asks.

"For marrying an idiot."

He smiles and kisses you. "I love you Mrs. Wentz."

"I love you too Mr. Wentz."