After a week of drinking myself into oblivion I got a job. A better job than my old one somehow. A better paying place. But I didn't do what I used to. Instead I edit articles instead of write them. That was mainly because I didn't want to meet Pete Wentz again. I spoke to him a few times to make him tale the phone he gave to Brendon to give me. Yes, he told Brendon to give me a phone. I have no idea why but Brendon would've gotten away with it if I hadn't seen the texts between Pete and him. He still hadn't taken it back. Not to mention a new laptop magically appeared at my door. So we were continuously emailing.
From: wentzenterprises
Subject: RE- Take the fucking phone.
I can't do that. Nor, the laptop. Brendon has a photography show tonight. I want to see you. Let me take you to his show. Please.
Pete Wentz
To: wentzenterprises
Subject: Are you crazy?
You're not coming anywhere near me. Asshole. Besides, I'm not going. I have work.
Patrick UNINTERESTED Stump
From: wentzenterprises
Subject: Crazy about you..
Not going to your best friends photography show? That's not the Patrick Stump I know....
Pete missing you Wentz
To: wentzenterprises
Subject: enough.
Fine. You have three strikes. If you use them all you take me home, take this laptop, take the phone, and you never speak to me again.
Patrick I love you Stump
From: wentzenterprises
Subject: <3
I'll pick you up around 7. Three strikes. Understood. It's a deal.
Pete extremely thankful Wentz
I closed the laptop and sighed. Great, now I was going to a photography show. At least it was Brendons. And he definitely deserved it.
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His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]
FanfictionThe original version is still up and will remain up. But this is me trying to make a better story<3
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