Seriously, We Should Definately Make Out (pete wentz)

Chapter 4~ The Party

Chapter 4~ The Party

Ryder's POV

I applied the last bit of lipgloss and stared into my full length mirror to see the finished look. I had on black skinny jeans, a grey v neck, a blue hoodie, my black leather jacket and i was wearing my grey high top vans. I didn't wear much makeup; only a bit of foundation and translucent powder, eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss. My hair hung in perfect loose waves down my back.

Ella and I arrived half and hour later at Spencer's place. Pete and Patrick greeted us in the driveway where there were already about 15 cars. If this is the definition of a small party, I'd love to see a big one.

"Ryder!" Pete waved us over to him. I hurried to him and threw my arms around his neck and did the same to Patrick.

"Hey, guys," I smiled.

Pete looked down to Ella, "I'm glad you could make it! Brendon's inside. I'm sure he's gonna introduce you to everyone."

"Okay. I'm gonna go find him. I'll see you guys in a bit," she smiled.

"Sorry if I fangirl," I chuckled after Ella made her way inside.

"It's okay, I still fangirl when I see Gerard," Patrick said in a light tone.

I laughed at his joke, but then his meaning dawned on me. "Wait, Gerard? As in Gerard Way? MCR?" I babbled with wide eyes.

"Pat, I think we're losing her," Pete said in a fake serious voice as he snapped his fingers in front of my face. I pushed his hands away and rolled my eyes.

"Let's go in," Patrick said as he put his arm around my waist and guided me in. Pete trailed along right behind me, causing our hands to brush against each other on occasion.

We approached the kitchen and I saw faces of very familiar people. Brendon, Ella, Dallon, Spencer, Jon, Ryan, and Ian. Both old and new members of Panic! At The Disco, and my friend of course. I could see the pure excitement in Ella's eyes and I knew she'd be freaking out later.

After we were introduced, we started drinking and relaxing around each other. It seemed as though every gulp we'd take of the stinging beverage, the less awkward we'd feel towards each other.

By 1 AM, I'd danced with Gerard Way, took shots with Pete, and was currently dancing with Dallon. He was really sweet and told the stupidest jokes.

"Ouch, that was my foot!" I yelped in a humorous tone.

"Sorry! Pete will kill me if I injure you. Patrick, too," he chuckled.

I stared at him with a confused expression. "Why?"

He took a drink of the beer can in my hand and pointed to couch beside us. "Look there. He's been like that all night." I looked in the direction and saw Pete staring intensely at us, not bothering to look away when I caught him. "And there," he continued pointing to a spot across from Pete. There Patrick sat with the same face as Pete but looked away as soon as i saw him with a blush tinted on his cheeks.

"Well, that's odd," I told him.

"But can you blame them?" he asked with a smirk as he looked me up and down.

"Dallon I think you've had too much to drink," I laughed as he stumbled over my foot again.

"Maybe a bit," he giggled.

"I'll take you home, but don't try anything," I told him. "I have to get my keys, you stay here."

I made my way to Patrick and sat next to him. "I need my keys," I said.

"You've been drinking so no," he said sternly.

"But I need to take Dallon home, he's wasted," I reasoned.

"I'll take you both home and then call a can for myself, alright?"

"Okay," I said.

We somehow managed to get drunken Dallon into the backseat of my pickup truck and get safely to his house without any problems. "I'll take him up" I told Patrick and he returned a nod.

I opened the door to the back seat and helped Dallon out of the car carefully. With one arm slumped over my shoulder and my arm around his waist, we staggered into his house. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked him.

"First door to the right. Try to resist me please," he said earning a loud chuckle to escape from my lips. I practically dragged him to his bed and pulled his blankets over him since he was already almost passed out.

Knowing he'd have a major hangover tomorrow, I dragged a small trash can beside his bed and placed a glass of water and two headache tablets on his bedside table. I took a sticky note from his notepad on the table and wrote, "you owe me,Dal! -Ryder "

"Bye, Dal," I said as I leaned in for a hug.

He returned it and mumbled, "Thanks, Ry," and kissed me on the lips and fell back asleep. I couldn't help the laughter from spilling out as I laughed at my drunken new friend.

I got back in the car with Patrick and he looked at me quizzically. "He wasn't very cooperative," I shrugged.

When we arrived at my small apartment, he came up with me seeing as how we both weren't very tired.

"Want a brownie? I made some last night," I offered as he took a seat on my couch.

"Yes, please. Mind if I put in a movie?" he asked politely.

"Sure, Pat. You know you don't have to be all polite around me," I laughed.

An hour later, Patrick was still with me and we were watching 21 Jump Street. "I clearly wasn't talking to you, big titties. Cherub looking motherfucker," we both quoted at the same time.

"I think I forgot how perfect this movie was," he laughed.

"It never gets old. I know almost every line," I giggled.

"I always suck at quoting movies. But lyrics are so easy somehow," he said.

"I'm great with both. Funny, isn't it?" I thought out loud.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"A week ago, everything was so normal- I was writing songs, playing gigs with my band, and listening to the bands that inspire me. Then one day I run into one of my inspirations at a shitty diner. Now I've met almost all of my idols. And here one sits on my couch quoting a movie and making stupid puns," I smiled.

"I'm one of your idols?" he asked me.

"Well, yeah. Don't flatter yourself, but I've fallen asleep to your voice countless nights. I could recognize your voice better than my own," I admit.

"That's one of th-"

"Shhh! This is my favorite part!" I hushed him. "Stop fucking with Korean Jesus, he ain't got time for your problems! He's busy with Korean shit!"

Patrick stared at me with amusement. "I can't wait to tell you about all this when you're completely sober."

"I don't care what you think as long as it's about me," I quoted one of my favorite Fall Out Boy songs.

"It is lately," he said barely audible.

"I feel bad for Dal," I said randomly.

"Yeah, me too. He was pretty out of it, huh?" he chucked.

"That's an understatement. He kissed me! I can't wait to embarrass him later about it," I told him with a devilish grin.

"H-he kissed you?" Patrick asked.

"Mhm. Then he passed out. Pretty funny actually," I giggled.

"I want to be funny, too," Patrick smirked. I looked at him confusedly but then he leaned in. I didn't meet him half way, but I didn't push him away either. It just sort of...happened. I may have objected if I were more sober because I didn't want things to get messed up, but kissing one of my idols didn't sound that bad. His warm plump lips pressed against mine and sooner than I wanted, they were gone. "I better get home. It's almost 4 am," he told me and soon he was out the door.