America's Suitehearts (Pete Wentz) book 2

Chapter 5

I couldn't get to sleep. I had thoughts running through my head; what if Pete only feels sorry for me...what if he doesn't actually care. He probably only sees me as a fan who he's dating out of pity. Nothing more, nothing less.

I have no idea where these thoughts came from, but they must have been hiding in the back of my brain, because the thoughts seem familiar, but I don't remember actually thinking about it.

I mean, he loves me...right? He said so, I think. But that was when we first met each other.

To be honest, I don't know what I'm thinking about right now. When I'm tired, I always think about the weirdest things and never have an explanation. I don't have control over my thoughts when I'm tired, I guess that's when I most vulnerable.

'Why would Pete love you anyway? All you are is a fan, and you're not even that attractive'

Here we go again. My wondering thoughts that I can't get away from.

Another reason I can't sleep, is because I'm not that comfortable. I guess you could say 'well move then' but that's not an option.

As was previously mentioned, Pete stayed with me in the hotel room. And before you jump to conclusions, no, nothing happened.

Pete is fast asleep, right next to me. The only problem is that somewhen in the midst of him sleeping, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him so that my back was against his bare chest.

It doesn't help that I'm laying on my arm awkwardly. And my neck is craned to the side so I can feel it stiffening...yep, that's gonna ache tomorrow (do not...I know what your thinking you dirty minded people)

There's no chance of me getting comfortable any time soon, is there?

There was a storm going on outside, building the atmosphere of my mood. It definitely represents my thoughts anyway.

I could hear the wind whistling through the balcony doors, as if it was asking me to let it in.

With these 3 components, there was no chance of me sleeping. Tonight, rest would be nonexistent to me.

I can't even reach my phone to pass the time. Well, this is gonna be a long night. And fun, not.

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So apparently I had managed to get to sleep, as the last thing I remember was looking at the clock on the wall that read 3:24am, it's now 7am. I know I didn't sleep much, but it's better that nothing, and it's a good thing I woke up at the time I did because I have to pack up the few things I had scattered around the room in order to make it on time to the airport.

The plane leaves at 11am, so I really need to get ready as quick as I can. It shouldn't take too long, but it's an hour long car ride (or bus considering we are taking the tour bus to the airport) and then it will take 1-2 hours to get through everything. That leaves me with an hour of getting ready.

There's no point in putting makeup on, so I just picked comfortable clothes, and brought them into the bathroom to get changed in case Pete woke up.

I wore a baggy shirt with a pair of leggings and converse, I also had a baggy jumper on over top.

Once I walked out, I saw Pete sitting up in bed, and rubbing his eyes to help wake himself up a bit.

"Hey" I said.

"Hey, sleep alright?" He asked.

"Alright would be an overstatement. What you should have asked is 'did you sleep at all?' Now that would be appropriate" I replied.