Intercom (Peterick)

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"I know you will never respond, there may not even be anyone on the other end. Who am I kidding? There definitely isn't anyone." With that it sharply cut off and my heart tore.

I wish I had the guts to talk to him but that would be difficult for me.

But, I need to get going. Starbucks, then the recording studio. The ride to Starbucks took longer because I'm going to the one by the studio in Evanston.

I walked in and the place was almost empty. But then I realized it was 4 in the morning. Jeez why was the guy on my intercom up so early? Oh well.

I walked up to the barista, and he smiled weakly before asking my order.

"Um, just a venti black coffee." I told him.

"Name?"

"Pete." I told him and paid for my drink as I went and sat down. It was still dark outside. I stared at the reflections off my car until my drink was done. "Thanks," I said as I sat at the table.

You know, that guy's voice sounded really familiar, but it's really early in the morning so, I don't know.

I stared at my phone as I drank my coffee undisturbed until some crazy fangirl came up to me (it's xcaffeinexxcoldx btw).

"Oh my god, you're Pete Wentz!" She squealed and I smiled at her. "Can I get a picture with you? I'm a huge fan!" I nodded. She took out her phone and quickly snapped a selfie with me. Well, a burst of selfies. She smiled and hugged me before running to the barista to order a drink.