Seriously, We Should Definately Make Out (pete wentz)

Chapter 8~ Work and Motivation

Chapter 8~ Work and Motivation

Ryder's POV

When I woke up, I immediately knew I wasn't in my own bed before I opened my eyes. A bare chest steadily rose and fell beneath me. I opened my eyes as I remembered the events of last night. I felt foolish for getting so upset over nothing, but that's what happens when you're awake at 3 AM.

I cautiously lifted his arm from my waist and tried to get out of bed without waking him. Once I had snuck from the room, I glanced at the clock. It was only ten, so I had plenty of time to get ready for work.

After taking a quick shower, I blow dried my hair and put lotion and face moisturizer on. I threw on comfy jeans, baseball hat, and my work shirt and applied some lip balm once again. I didn't bother dressing up for work seeing as how id get dirty anyways.

I worked at Larry's Auto Body repairing old muscle cars. I only worked three days a week, so it was a nice job to have. Pete refused to let me pay rent or for food since he was "a famous rockstar that had plenty of dollars", so my money mostly paid for extras. I only worked because I enjoyed it and I pay for things before Pete gets to them. I still had gigs with Ella often.

After I was ready, I grabbed my boots and entered the kitchen. We stocked up on cereal, so I made myself a bowl. After I finished, I was out the door and into my Camaro, headed for work.

Pete's POV

When I woke up, she was gone. I was disappointed but I figured she was at her job. I didn't want her to work because I didn't see the point. Not to sound conceited, but I had more than enough money. But she enjoyed it and that's what matters. Besides, it's always hot when a girl knows about cars.

By noon, Patrick was seated on my couch flipping through a magazine that he heard we were in. "This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race," he sang under his breath.

"Pat, her birthday is soon and I have no clue what to get her," I admitted.

"Well I already got her the perfect gift," he bragged.

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling you," he smirked.

"Why not? I'm not a loud mouth like Dallon," I chuckled.

"It seems as though he's still hung up on her," he informed me.

"Still?" I asked. He had liked her since he kissed her when he was drunk he confessed one night when he has a few too many shots.

"Yeah. Can't say I blame him, though," he mumbled, sending a text to someone.

My eyes widened. Who DOESN'T have feelings for Ryder? I even suspected Cameron... I'm fine with being friends, because that's better than nothing, but I was hoping that someday I'd be able to call her mine and kiss her whenever I wanted. So much for that..

"You like her, eh?" I questioned.

"I don't know. She's hot, I'll admit that, but I know she'd never go for someone like me," he murmured making sure he trained his gaze on the floor.

My heart sank when he said those words. He never had been confident enough to see how great he was. Sometimes, I just wanted to shake him by his shoulders and scream that he was a good guy, you know? The tabloids were always focussing on his weight and that really bothered him.

"Pat, don't even. Ry adores you! I don't know if she has feelings for you, but the only reason she wouldn't is because you're too close to her and she'd never want to lose you," I told him.

"I can handle the fact that I'm not important. It's alright," he sighed.

"Yeah, it's alright," I said harshly. "It's alright because it's not true. You're my best friend and you know how I basically hate everyone. If you weren't important then how would you be famous? How would you have fans that love you? How would you have helped them with the music you wrote?"

"You mean that?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I do. Now c'mon let's go play some video games."