Pete, The Asshole (Pete Wentz X Reader)

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{{Your POV**}}

"Hello, I'm the new song writer and Mr. Wentz's new assistant, Y/n L/n. I'm here to see My Chemical Romance. Pete -- Er. Mr. Wentz wants me to work with them in a few things," I said to the lady at the front desk.

Did I wear the right clothing?

She looked up from her computer and over the counter as if inspecting me.

"Ah, yes. Just walk down that hall and it's the first door to the right," The woman said, looking back at her computer.

The hallway was a turquoise color with light tan floorboards on the ground. As I walked, I spotted the door that read "My Chem" written on a chalkboard. Opening the door, I saw my teenage idols in the room. Curly head, Ray Toro, sat on the floor with a guitar in his lap, drinking a red bull. The quiet Mikey Way was sitting on a turquoise bean bag chair with headphones on his blonde head and a laptop in his lap. Short, little Frank Iero was sprawled on the floor, groaning. And the great, Gerard motherfucking Way was laying right next to him. Groaning.

"Uh, hello?"

Everyone's eyes darted to me. My face felt warm and I just smiled a bit, nervously.

Mikey removed his headphones and placed them on his neck, "And you are?"

"I'm -"
"Y/N," Gerard asked, sitting up.
"Oh! Geez, didn't recognize you," Mikey smirked.

Gerard walked over and put an arm around me, addressing the band.

"Guys! This is Y/n L/n."

My phone began to chime and I quickly checked it. Snapchats. From Brendon.

The first few were of him, lying upside down in our bed, making faces. I smiled at the sight of them. Then he sent me a text message.

From: B <3
-Hope work goes well today. I'll have dinner ready for you. Love you.

I stared at the words a bit harder. But I didn't smile this time. I just replied back with the same old "love you too". That's not normal. But it actually is. Its a normal thing for me not to feel something from those words. But then again, maybe it was only because it was behind a phone screen.

Right?