Boycott Love (Peterick AU)

Chapter 2

I sigh and shuffle over to my sofa violently throwing myself on it. Another long day of work over with. I guess I shouldn't be so vague, my name is Pete Wentz and I work at a music studio. I'm in charge of finding new bands and recording their stuff to help get them into the scene successfully, kind of tiring when you do it seven hours a day, five days a week. But I'm home now at least and it's finally time to relax. After browsing through tv channels for a couple minutes I settle on Super Natural then I go and grab some chips and pizza, a guy has to eat you know. Plus these commercials are boring as hell. I roll my eyes at the one that comes on, what is this another stupid dating sight or something?

"Are you tired of being lonely? Looking for the perfect companion? Need someone to clean the house and watch the kids? Why not make it easy? Call XXX-XXX-XXXX order today! We've been proven to drastically beat prices on live in maids and nannies!"

Whats the point in living life if you don't make stupid choices, am I right? This is probably a terrible idea and I'm sure I'll regret it in the morning but I pick my pone up and dial the number. Hell, my house is a freaking mess, I have no motivation to clean it. Plus I could so use someone to make my ex, Mikey, jealous. I grab my phone before I can change my mind in punch in the number. The guy who answers informs me they'll have someone over tomorrow or the next day. Gotta admit, that's pretty fast.. I read him off my debit card information and try not to choke over what I just spent. 30 grand. There goes most of my savings, this better be worth it. I sighed wondering a little about my sanity. I may or may not just have sent 30 grand on some person I've never met.  Maybe this wasn't my greatest moment, but you know whatever. People have made much worse decisions... right? Right.

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I guess I must have dosed off at some point because I was startled awake by the sound of the doorbell. I groan and quickly check my phone for the time, 7:03. Who the hell would be here at this ungodly hour? I shuffle sleepily over to the door still in yesterday's clothing. I frown as whoever it is rings the doorbell again. Like give a person time to get to the door, geez. Is there seriously anything important going on THIS early in the morning? I open the door scowling to find a very attractive man on the other side.