-PATRICKS POV-
I got home and lay on my bed staring at the tacky intercom. I noticed something etched in it. A p and an e. What the hell? Oh, I heard every time you see your soulmate, a letter of their name appears until you see them all.
"There's two letters on my intercom so that means you actually do exist and I've seen you twice today," I spoke into the intercom.
"I do exist," A guy spoke back in amusement. A guy? I'm not gay, this must be a mistake.
"No offense or anything, but I'm not gay." I said.
"No offense or anything but you can't choose your soulmate, kid. And besides, I'm irresistible." Wow he's cocky.
"What's your name then?"
"Pete Wentz. Google me." Yep that's very cocky.
"Why? Are you a celebrity?" I questioned.
"Something like that,"
I looked him up on Instagram to see a profile like no other.
PETEWENTZ
Posts: 2069 Followers: 6M Following: 69
producer. songwriter. millionaire.
Wow, that's a lot of people. I reluctantly clicked follow as I noticed his face. I saw him today! At Starbucks!
"I followed you on Instagram,"
"You know I'm probably not going to see that you did. You know, you never told me your name,"
"Patrick." I said slowly. I could actually be getting catfished who knows.
"That's specific thanks."
I didn't say anything more, that's all he needed to know.
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Intercom (Peterick)
FanfictionEvery house is programmed with an intercom. The intercom connects two house. But your soulmate is in the other house. This would be amazing, except Patrick's doesn't speak back and he's starting to loose hope for finding his soulmate. Until Patrick...
