His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 2

"What a dick" I groaned to Brendon.  He laughed a little bit biting into a sandwich.  "I never wanna see him again"

"You haven't stopped talking about him since you got home" He smiled.

"Thats because he's a dick"

"Or maybe it's cause you want his dick"

"Ew!" I threw a pillow at him.  He chuckled again. 

"I'm going home"

"Done fighting with Ryan?" I asked.

"Not even close.  I can sleep on the couch"

"Okay.  I'll see you tomorrow" He handed me the other half of his sandwich.  "Bye Bren"

"Bye Bye Wentz lover"

"Ew!" I yelled "Want me to throw this sandwich at you!?"

"No I want you to eat it" He stuck his tongue out at me.  I rolled my eyes at him as he left.  He closed the door gently behind him.  I stared at the half of turkey and tomato sandwich on the plate.  I picked it up biting into it.  The first I'd eaten all day.  Great.
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My phone buzzed on my table waking me up.  I pressed it to my ear.

"This better be good Brendon.  It's my day off" I said sleepily.

"Brendon?" I sat up.

"Who is this?" I asked.  He chuckled low and deep.

"Your favorite pompous asshole" I checked the clock next to my bed. 

"You couldn't call at a reasonable hour?  It's six in the fucking morning!"

"This is reasonable to me.  I wake up at four"

"What the fuck do you want?"

"To make up for my behavior.  I wanted to know if you'd join me for breakfast"

"At six in the morning?"

"Yes"

"You're a piece of fucking work Wentz"

"I'm outside.  Be out in five minutes"

"Wait a minute how the fuck-" He hung up "Do you know where I live?" I asked the static.  "Great" I whispered.