Seriously, We Should Definately Make Out (pete wentz)

Chapter 7~ Angel With Tattoos

Chapter 7~ angel with tattoos

Ryder POV

I decided I'd deal with Dallon's big mouth later. Lounging around with Pete was one of my favorite things to do. I got bored easily on my own, but chilling out with him was never boring. We had the same twisted sense of humor and we weren't afraid to say anything to each other.

"Ry, look at this," I heard him chuckle from beside me. He turned his laptop around and showed me a picture of his face photoshopped on my body. Oh tumblr, you never cease to creep me out.

"Nice ass," I told him jokingly.

He peered down at the screen and back to me. "Yeah," he agreed. I smacked his chest and giggled.

"Pete, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, brat."

"It seems like everyone has one person that they're protective and caring for... Who's yours?" I asked him curiously.

"I dunno, kid. I've always been alone pretty much. I'd have to say you," he admitted.

"Why me? You've known me for half a year," I asked.

"You're like that stray puppy that you grow pretty fond of and take it in. I feel like I need to protect you and keep you happy," he told me.

"Aww," I said as I pulled him into a hug.

"Who's yours?" he asked me.

I hadn't really thought about it. I never talked to him about my life other than the simple and unimportant things. My parents didn't care. I was an only child. I didn't really have anyone. I guess Pete was mine too. I have a special bond with him that I've never shared with anyone else.

The only time he'd ever seen me cry was when my apartment burned down and my puppy got out alive but ran away in fear. That day I lost basically everything. When he saw me he ran up to me and hugged me. His touch soothed me and then he let me live with him. Every since then he was always there for me.

"You," I told him. He looked surprised at first, but then looked happily up at me.

"Aww, kid, you're making me blush," he said as it was his turn to hug me. I loved how he always wanted to hug me.

"Let's go somewhere," I suggested. I knew how he loved to be outside after it rained.

"Panda Express down the street?" he asked.

"Oh my gosh yes," I said, now craving their delicious orange chicken.

"Get dressed, you little hobo," he told me.

I looked down at my tank top and shorts and then to his pair of sweatpants with a hole on the thigh. "Yeah, I'M the hobo," I muttered sarcastically and then retreated to my room.

I retrieved a pair of black skinny jeans and a Nirvana shirt from my closet and changed into them and slipped on my black high top vans. I brushed through my light brown hair letting it fall into waves down my back. I didn't bother with makeup except for mint flavored EOS lip balm.

I returned into the living room and nudged Pete to hurry. He got up as slowly as he could and started moving in slow motion. "Ugh you suck," I groaned.

He moved even slower when I told him that. "You're more childish than I am. And I'm 6 years younger than you," I laughed.

"Correction, five years in a week!"

"Oh yeah," I remembered as I pulled him out the door.

"You forgot your own birthday?" he asked me in disbelief.

"I guess I did," I admitted. He rolled his eyes at me causing me to let a small giggle escape my lips.

After our meal, we headed home. I did my nightly routine and called it a day. I laid in bed thinking of random things, unable to sleep. I thought about how I got kicked out when I was 16 on my birthday and how I'd moved in with Ella. How we played gigs back in Chicago. How if we hadn't played that night, I wouldn't have met Pete and my life would still be empty. Now I have the best friends anyone could ask for and they love music as much as I do. All thanks to Pete. Sometimes i think he's my guardian angel with tattoos.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize my face was wet with warm tears. The fact that it only took one tiny decision to effect my entire life scared me. I tried to clear my mind to avoid having a panic attack, which I used to get often.

I decided to do the only thing that actually calmed me down- chill with Pete. The only problem was that he was asleep.

I inched into his room and shook him gently. "Pete, wake up."

"What," he groaned, sleep evident in his voice.

"Can I stay in here tonight?" I asked. He nodded his head and moved to the other side of the bed. I felt like a little kid crawling into its parents bed due to a nightmare. I laid down with my back to him, still upset. I sniffled and wiped away the tears from my face.

"Are you crying, Ry?" he asked, now awake.

"No," I croaked, my voice betraying me.

"C'mere," he said as he shuffled closer to me. I turned around and he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me. I laid my head on his bare chest and wrapped my arm around his torso. He squeezed me gently and let me calm down before asking any questions. He understood and I loved that trait of his.

"Shh, it's okay," he whispered as he rubbed my back. He continued to soothe me until I was sound asleep.