Wentz Is Addicted [REWRITE]

Chapter 10

I caught Brendon up on everything that had happened over coffee at our favorite coffee place. We were sat outside in front of the shop.

"He goes ballistic a lot" he mumbled.

"I know. He's working on it. Remember he's never really had something like this before"

"Is there a reason you're wearing shades and a hood or are you just trying to look like Eminem?" he asked.

"Uhm, No. No reason" I shrugged. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"Bruce and Nathan?" he asked. I shrugged staring at my cup of coffee.

"Yeah" I mumbled. He sighed loudly. "Peter and I have this interview thing later for some magazine"

"Thats pretty cool right?" He asked smiling.

"I don't know. Maybe. All this unwanted attention is kinda annoying" I shrugged.

"Hey look a pair of fags" Someone said behind us. We looked over at him. They were staring at us "What's it like to be a fag?" Who was this guy and why did he want me to punch him so badly.

"Fuck off" Brendon snapped. He snorted at Brendon.

"The scrawny one thinks I'm scared of him" Brendon stood up to challenge him. "Oh look he thinks he can take me too. You guys are disgusting. Fucking other men. Hey scrawny, do you have a boyfriend? I bet he's as ugly as your friend here" Brendon lunged at him taking him to the ground. The guy hit Brendon hard across the jaw. Brendon fell back and the guy stood up. I ran at him taking him back down.

"Don't fuckin touch my best friend!" I yelled ramming my fist into his mouth. He got me across the jaw. Then he got me in the eye. Brendon and I punched him again. I got his nose he got his head. I slammed my knee hard into his crotch. He yelled out in pain. A police officer grabbed Brendon, then one grabbed me.

"Let me go!" Brendon yelled "Fuck you! Fuck the police!"

"You're making it worse Brendon shut up" I snapped. Paparazzi snapped photos left and right.

"Fuck you!" he yelled at the cop. They slammed us against the car putting handcuffs on us. Brendon struggled but it did no good. Another cop was arresting the guy who fucked with us but he was so badly beat he couldn't stand. For fucks sake why'd this happen now?
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Bren and I sat in the cell staring at the wall.

"Thanks for jumping in" he mumbled. I sighed.

"What're best friend for?" I mumbled.

"Getting you locked in jail" he said.

"You called your dad right?" I asked.

"Uhm" He mumbled.

"Stump, Urie, You got bailed out" The guard said. I looked over at them. Holy fuck he called Pete.

"Brendon I wanted to talk to him at home" I hissed.

"I'm sorry! Petes more reliable than my dad!" He yelled. I wanted to tell Pete the story myself so he wouldn't be so pissed off. Who knows what story Brendon told. The guard opened up the cell. I ran to Pete and hugged him to see how mad he truly was. He hugged back tightly.

"You have a black eye" he mumbled gently into my ear.

"I got into a fight. Sorry" I said. 

"So I was told" He said he pulled back and looked at my face.  "You're pretty bruised up"

"Yeah but you should see the other guy" Brendon chimed in "He jumped in because the dude hit me and took him to the fucking ground" I groaned at the memory.  I was probably in so much trouble when we got home.  "Seriously it was so cool" I shook my head and smiled.

"What're best friends for?" I asked.  Brendon nodded smiling too. 
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Pete stopped the car in front of our house after dropping Brendon off.  I couldn't tell if he was angry or not.  He didn't even talk to or look at me but we held hands the entire drive.  My phone buzzed so I pulled it out of my pocket. 

Brendon: This is cute💕
Attached to the message was a picture of our hands laced together clearly taken from the backseat.  Brendon was such a photographer sometimes.  I saved the picture to my phone and looked back over at Pete. 

"Are you mad?" I asked.  He looked at me and shook his head.

"No.  I mean I was when I first got Brendons call but, no.  Not mad"

"So why do you seem so on edge?" I asked.  He bit his lip.  "Peter"

"Just this interview" he lied.  I raised my eyebrow at him. 

"Is that all?" I pressed.  He nodded.  But he didn't look me in the eyes.  "You're lying to me" I said crossing my arms.  "I know when you're lying to me.  You fidget with your hands and you don't look me in the eyes" He stopped playing with his fingers "See"

"I'm not lying" he still didn't look me in the eyes.

"What happened?" I asked.  He didn't respond.  Something happened.  He was clearly upset and distracted.  "Talk to me" I begged.  I pressed myself into him.  That was very uncomfortable to do in a car.  He placed his arm around me as best as could. 

"My father called me today to ask me about you" he mumbled.

"Oh" I whispered.  I knew how he felt about his parents "How do you feel?" I played with his hand a little bit.  He watched me.

"Like I just got punched in the face" He used his free hand to poke one of my bruises. 

"Fuck you" I mumbled.

"If you really want to baby I won't stop you" I rolled my eyed "Seriously" I looked up at him. 

"Oh" I whispered.
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"Basically we're just gonna ask you both some questions and you'll give an answer.  This is basically to see how well you two know each other.  Just a fun game.  Then we'll get on with the actual interview" The woman said.  She smiled at Pete and bit her lip.  I rolled my eyes a little bit.  Every fucking girl had a crush on my husband.  Except Ashlee.  I looked over at the TV cameras.  Pete fucking tricked me too.  He said this was for a magazine but it wasn't.  It was for a damn TV program.  And it wasn't Ellen.  I wanted Ellen.  I loved Ellen.  I stared at the woman.  I didn't know her name and I didn't want to.  "Firstly, Patrick, are you okay?  It was everywhere that you'd gotten into a fight" She was good at this.  Fake sympathy showed itself oh her face.  Play along Patrick.  Just play along. 

"I'm fine" I smiled.  She smiled back and nodded. 

"Okay, first question" She said "What's your partners favorite food?" I smirked at Pete. 

"Pizza" I said. 

"Pumpkin Squares" he said.  We both nodded.  The interviewer laughed a little.  The fakest laugh I ever heard too.  We looked back at her.

"Partners favorite music group or singer?" she asked.

"Elvis Costello" Pete said quickly.

"Guns and Roses" I said. 

"Partners favorite song?"

"Don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith" we answered together. 

"Final one, partners favorite thing to do?" I blushed a little.  Pete saw and laughed.  So did the interviewer.  They both laughed at me. 

"You can say it Patrick" She said "What's his favorite thing to do.  We all see it on your face" I blushed even harder.

"Uhm" I mumbled "Me.  Peter likes to do me" They laughed harder. 

"Reading" Pete said when he finally calmed down "Patrick loves to read"

"Well, those are two very different things" We both nodded. "Okay, first question, how did you two meet?"