Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

Man With a Plan

((Brendon's POV**))

So interesting fact, I live in the apartment above Joe. I sped down as fast as I could. Was I really holding onto something that happened in high school? I mean, yeah, it hurt, physically and mentally, but it was a while ago. I couldn't decide if I was mad or not but I pushed it aside for Y/n right now.

"He kissed her, Bren. He kissed her," She cried into the crook of my neck.

"Shh. It's okay, you'll be okay. Please stop crying, Y/n," I shushed as I rubbed her back.

She started to sniffle and then her crying ceased.

"Good. See, you're okay. Do you want to talk about what happened?"

She shook her head no and I got up. I walked over to Andy and Joe who were standing behind the couch. She laid down.

I whispered, "What happened?"

Andy began, "So Pete and Y/n were bickering and someone messaged her while she was in the kitchen. It was from an unknown number and the number sent a picture of Pete and Ashlee laughing at a few restaurants in town. Date places. Then, the number sent her a picture of them kissing behind where they work. Y/n ended it after that."

Joe joined in, "Yeah, then she came to the bar and got wasted --"

"With your help," Andy interjected.

"Yes, with my help. I didn't know what to do! I don't deal with like emotions. So anyway, she went home with Bar Guy Josh a --"

"Who's Bar Guy Josh?" I interrupted.

"Can I finish?! Anyway, she went home with him and she stayed the night their whilst I finished my shift. Bar Guy Josh is the dude with pink hair and snapbacks. They didn't do anything. I'm sure," Joe finished.

"Alright then. So now," we all walked up to Y/n, "What are we going to do?"

"Egg Pete's house!" Joe shouted.

"That's also Y/n's house and it's an apartment," Andy corrected him.

"Damn."

"Wait, we need to call in the big guns. Patrick Stump," I said, dramatically.

Andy raised a finger, "Uh, he's at work until like 6:00 something."

"Damn it, Andy! Fine, we wait until he gets off work."

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((Pete's POV**))

I did nothing but sleep. Sleep and cry while she was gone. I just wanted to talk to her, explain what happened! But Patrick was right, I needed to wait. What was I to do?

I picked up my phone and dialed a friend's number, Gerard Way.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gee. Mind coming over?"

"Sure! Be over in 10."

He hung up after that. Gerard Way was another friend I'd made at work. He was actually signed to our small time record label, Fueled By Ramen. He had a band with his brother Mikey, and his friends, Ray, Frank, and Bob. They were actually really good.

Time Skip: 12 minutes later!

A knock at the door jolted me up from the couch. I opened the door to see a smiling, black haired Gerard Way.

"Hiya!" He was always so cheerful even when he wasn't doing too well. Gotta love that guy.

"Come in," I tried my best to smirk and let him in.

"So what's up?" He said, flopping on my armchair and I sat on its twin across from it.

I explained the whole situation to him and how I'd been doing the last few days.

"Wow. You are an idiot!" He smacked my head.

"Ow! Dude, what the fuck?"

"YOU LET HER LEAVE? YOU HAVEN'T CONTACTED HER? EVEN WHEN YOU FOUND OUT SHE STAYED THE NIGHG AT ANOTHER GUY'S HOUSE. GEEZ, WENTZ, YOU ARE ASKING FOR IT!" He yelled.

"What was I supposed to do?!"

He almost immediately responded, "Go after her! Apologize! Beg! Do you love her, Pete?" He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"More than anything..."

"Then, act like it, buddy. You aren't going to get anywhere acting like a mess and sulking. When's the last time you ate?"

"Last night." I groaned and rubbed my temples.

"Uh-huh. And what did you eat?"

I sighed and laid back in the chair, "Microwaveable Ramen."

"This calls for DRASTIC measures," He said, raising a finger in the air and lifting one eyebrow.

What have I gotten myself into?