Seriously, We Should Definately Make Out (pete wentz)

Chapter 9~ Dreams and Smiles

Chapter 9~ Dreams and Smiles

Pete's POV

I jolted awake, my body covered in sweat and uncontrollably shaking. I thought those dreams were supposed to have stopped. Memories of that eventful day in February of 2005 flashed in my mind vividly. The drive in my sisters car. The pill bottle. The handful. The phone call to my manager. My mom picking me up and taking me to the hospital. The sympathetic looks from my friends and family when they found out I attempted suicide.

I glanced at the anxiety medication set out on my bedside table and picked it up, rolling the bottle in my fingers to examine the label. My grip tightened and I felt like I couldn't stand the sight of the cursed tablets. I threw it as hard as I could across the room, the plastic bottle smashing into the wall with the white pills scattering on the carpeted floor.

I shoved my head back into my pillow and groaned. I felt my heart rate speed up in my chest and tried to steady my breathing. I couldn't be having a panic attack, could I? I hadn't had one in years...

I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. I let the steaming water cascade down my body to wash the cold sweat away and replace it with fresh and calmness. Instead, a choked sob escaped my throat that I didn't know I was holding in. I sank to the shower floor and leaned my hot tear stained face against the tiled walls and tried to collect myself.

"Emo freak."

"Be a man, killing yourself is stupid."

"You don't matter."

"Worst member of Fall Out Boy."

"Weak."

The insults flooded my mind, making me shudder. My breathing was unsteady and my clenched fists tugged at my wet hair gently. I shook my head. Those assholes were wrong. I'm an alright guy. I knew that. But something inside me questioned that statement and what my life was really worth.

I leaned on my back and sprawled out on the shower floor, not minding the warm water that was making my legs tingle from the patter of running water. I looked at the top shelf once the glint of metal caught my eye. The extra razor blades burned into my sight. Maybe I should... No. Not again. I'll never let myself sink that low again. I stood up and turned off the water. I dried my now pink body and put on my dark clothes, which stuck to my damp body.

I stumbled into the kitchen to see Ryder seated at the counter sipping her coffee. "G'morning," she smiled at me.

"Yeah," I shrugged.

"Everything alright? Your eyes are red," she asked me.

"Didn't sleep very well and got shampoo in my eyes," I answered shortly, avoiding her gaze.

"Something's up," she stated as she got up from her seat and made her way to be before wrapping her arms around my waist.

She nuzzled her head into my neck and I rested my forehead on her soft, strawberry scented hair. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm just not a morning person," I faked a chuckle.

"It's okay, Wentz," she laughed as she squeezed me tighter.

"So what do you want to do today, kiddo?" I asked.

"I actually have a gig today," she smiled at me with excitement.

"Where at?"

"It's an actual venue! Well, you're sorta used to huge arenas, but we're playing at the next best thing!" she basically shouts.

"No, no. I'm proud of you. Remember when we first met, you had just had a gig at a tiny bar?" I asked.

"Of course I do! Seems like ages ago," she smiled.

"So do I get to go?" I asked although I knew the answer already.

"No..." she trailed off.

"Oh," I said trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"I'm kidding, you fool," she giggled.

"You little devil," I rolled my eyes.

"That's me," she grinned as if I had said the sweetest thing ever. "But anyways, they have mine and Ella's posters up around town! And we even have our new merch shipped!"

"You're gonna be big time," I told her. I knew she would be. Her voice was smooth but rough in all the right places. Her guitar playing was better than most. Not to mention her looks that could stun.

"Don't play me like that," she rolled her eyes.

"No I'm serious. It's gonna happen," I told her. I didn't want her to leave me for tours and such, but that was her dream.

-AT THE CONCERT-

"Here's our last song for you guys," Ella smiled into the mic.

The two girls began strumming their instruments and singing the lyrics. Ryder's brown hair bounced with the beat as she strummed the guitar chords. Her pink lips formed the words with ease. It was easy to tell that she was in an euphoric state. The way her body swayed and the way she couldn't keep the smile from spreading across her face at the audience. I knew that feeling. It was the feeling I got onstage. It never gets old.

Soon, the final note echoed around the building. "Thanks for coming! You guys were our best audience so far! Pictures in the main entrance in twenty for free! I can't wait to see y'all's nice faces," Ella spoke up.

"And nice asses," Ryder giggled causing whistles and chants across the audience. I even heard one male say he couldn't wait to see hers, but she didn't hear.

The two girls joined me backstage, immediately going for a bottle of water. "You guys were amazing as usual," I grinned.

"Aw, thanks babe," Ry hugged me.

"You guys hug more than any normal humans should," Ella smirked.

"You're just jealous," Ryder winked at her.

"I am. I'm losing my lesbian lover," she joked.

"Babe, I'll never forget you," Ryder said dramatically.

"That's hot," I winked at them.

After rolling her eyes, Ryder said, "C'mon we've got some pictures to take. You can take a break, rock star."

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for not updating! I've just moved across the country and started a new school! here's a long update babes