Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

Ice Cream and a Victory Dance

((Your POV**))
I knew I was going to go to that ice cream place to see Pete. I couldn't let myself stay away or let Pete think that I didn't have any feelings for him. I had to.

I walked home.

"What do you want for dinner, kiddo?"

"I have to go get ice cream with Pete," I said while my dad looked around in the fridge.

"Have to?" He asked, eyeing some green peppers.

"He thinks I don't care about him. He said if I did, for me to meet him at the ice cream parlor near the house." I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"Why would he get the impression you don't care about him?" He asked, leaning against the fridge.

"I, uh, I've kinda been avoiding him since our date gone rouge." I said, feeling ashamed.

"What on Earth? Why?!" My dad, seeming surprised, said.

"I don't really know. I don't want him to feel like that anymore though so I'm going to go get ice cream," I said, taking a seat on the table near the kitchen.

He tousled my hair and gave a chuckle.

"Don't be stubborn, okay? If you really like him, don't push him away. If you don't, tell him that."

My dad gave great advice.

I ran upstairs and selected a laid back outfit. a t-shirt that I cut the hem off and created a crop top a few years ago, black skinnies, and my high top converse. It wasn't even 8:00 yet, it was 6:30. Ugh.

I flopped on my bed and decided to just take a nap.

((Pete's POV**))
It was 7:56. Still no Y/n. I guess I know where we stand. I walked up to the guy working the counter of the quiet parlor.

"Birthday cake and gummy bears please," I said.

He nodded and worked on my order.

The door chimed and a red faced Y/n stood in the door way, panting.

"I FELL ASLEEP. DONT LEAVE YET. I WANT ICE CREA --"

I walked up to her and cupped her face with my hands, wasting no time kissing her. Her arms fell to her sides and she kissed back.

"You came," I said, pulling away, smiling.

"I didn't want you to think I didn't care, dummy." She said, releasing herself from my grip.

She walked over to the guy who had watched the whole scene unravel. I followed and he handed me my ice cream. Y/n stood in a thinking position which I found so adorable.

"Hmm, I think I want chocolate with peanuts."

The guy nodded and worked on Y/n's order. We took a seat in a booth after he handed her her ice cream.

"I'm happy you came, I hope you know that," I said, licking my ice cream.

"Duh! I mean, I wasn't going to let you think I hate you even if you are an asshole." She bit her ice cream enthusiastically.

I loved how she was so effortlessly cute. After another gigantic lick, she had ice cream on her nose. I laughed.

"What?" She asked, ice cream stuck on her nose.

"You have ice cream on your face!" I laughed.

"Damn!"

She wiped around her face but the ice cream stayed. I reached over the table, wiping her face with my sleeve.

"Thanks," she blushed.

We talked for a bit and finished our ice creams.

"I'm cold," Y/n said, rubbing her shoulders.

I took off my grey hoodie and put it around her shoulders.

"Oh hey, thanks." She pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear.

We neared her house and I stopped.

"I like you," I said, holding her hand.

"Clearly," she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, smart ass, listen. I -- I would really enjoy it if you went on another date with me. Or maybe...if you want...you could be my girlfriend on the next date...?"

"Was that a terrible way of asking me to be your girlfriend?" She giggled.

"Y/n!" I whined.

"Sorry, sorry! I can't help it! I want to say yes --" she said smiling and turning away.

"But?" I interrupted.

"But I don't think it's safe." she turned serious now.

"Safe?"

"We're fucked up, Wentz. You're an asshole and I'm crazy. You think we could handle each other without exploding and ruining us?"

"I wanna risk it," I said, resting my forehead against hers.

We were silent got a few seconds when she let out a breathy "okay".

I smiled brightly and kissed her cheek.

"Hey wait!" I called as she walked up to her house.

She gave me a look that obviously meant "What now, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third?"

"I don't even have your number!"

She yelled "Get it from Joe!" as she went inside her house.

I did a little victory dance as she shut the door.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I punched the air.

The door creaked open.

"Saw that," Y/n winked as she poked her head out of the door and shut it again.

My face turned red and I started to walk home still mouthing "yes, yes, yes!" a few times.