Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

98. "Well...this is awkward"

Pete Wentz: 

You pushed your apartment door open, struggling under the weight of the numerous grocery bags. Your arms were weak from an exhausting day at the gym. 

Even though your arm day lasted all of fifteen minutes, you still felt the pain days later. 

Why did I think I could carry all the bags in one trip?  You thought to yourself as you kicked the front door closed. 

"Pete!" You shouted as you dropped the bags onto the floor. "Pete!" 

No response. 

"He must still be out with the guys," you said to yourself quietly and began putting the groceries in their respective spots. 

Which meant you could probably clean the house and take a shower before he got back. 

You set to work, cleaning the dishes from the previous night. "Why couldn't we have just ordered a pizza?" You groaned as you loaded the dishwasher with aching arms. 

When the kitchen was finally clean, you trudged down the hallway, your legs screaming from the workout you did three days ago. 

It was a relief to peel your sweaty clothes off and get into the shower. Girls/Girls/Boys blasted from the speaker hooked up in your bathroom. 

You sung loudly, pretending to be Brendon Urie; though let's be honest, no one could match that beautiful voice. "Girls love girls and boys, and love is not a choice!" You cleaned all the dirt off of your skin. 

Even though Brendon's voice pretty much did that for you. 

"Oh...well imagine, as I'm pacing the room in a church corridor." The song played as you stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your waist. 

You grabbed your hairbrush and sang into it as you walked into the adjacent bedroom. "And I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words." You were such a fan, you even whispered the "I love you. I love you too." 

"What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding said the bridesmaid to a waiter-" 

"Oh yes but what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a WHORE!" You shouted. "I chime in with a haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door?" 

Pete unlocked the front door and was immediately graced by your singing. He chuckled and walked down the hallway. But you were too immersed in the song to hear his footsteps. He leaned against the open door and watched you sing and dance oblivious to his presence. 

"I chime in, haven't you people ever heard of, closing a goddamn door no! It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and-" 

"Forgive me for seeing the irony in this." Pete laughed. 

You spun around so quickly, the towel wrapped around your body slipped and fell to the ground. "Pete!" You squealed dropping to grab the towel. "What are you-" 

"I live here." Pete smirked, watching you grovel for the towel. 

You wrapped the towel around you securely. "There's a nice seven letter word, it's called privacy."

"Honey, like Brendon said, if you want privacy, close the goddamn door." Pete grinned. 

You chucked the hairbrush at him. "Get out." 

Pete ducked. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." Pete winked. 

"Out!" You shouted. 

Andy Hurley: