America's Suitehearts (Pete Wentz) book 2

Chapter 23

Today is the day. It's mine and Pete's 1 year anniversary.

I had just woken up and by the looks of it Pete was already awake. I looked up at him to see him smiling down at me. "Well hello there." I said, sleep still evident in my voice.

"Hey. Happy anniversary." He said.

"Happy anniversary."

We stayed in the same position for another 10 minutes until he got up and told me to stay where I was.

"Where are you going?" I said.

"You'll see." He replied. I just rolled my eyes and scrolled through Instagram.

"I'm back." Pete said, walking into the room with a tray full of food.

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Once we had finished eating, and had cleared everything away, I told him I needed to go somewhere quickly.

I got in the car and made my way to the fender store once again to pick up the bass.

I walked in and saw the same employee that helped me last time. "Hey, has the bass arrived yet?" I asked her.

"Sure has. It's in the back, let me go get it." She replied.

She soon came back with a the bass I ordered and put it in it's case. "Here ya go." She said, handing it to me.

"Thanks." I replied. I got back into the car once I had made space for the instrument, and headed back home. There was no point trying to hide something like this from him until later, there wasn't many places to hide it, I might as well give it to him as soon as I get back. There's a slight chance that he would see me getting it out of the car and into the house if I was going to hide it anyway.

"I'm back." I shouted into the empty hallway.

Pete soon came stumbling down the stairs, trying to put his shirt over his head, but managing to somehow put his head through the arm hole. I rolled my eyes, but helped him put it on properly.

We sat down on the sofa, and looked at each other. "I have something for you." We said in unison. "You first." Yet again said at the same time.

"Fine, I'll give you mine first." Pete said. He walked back upstairs, and eventually walked back down with a box in his hand. He passed it to me, so I took the lid off and pulled out the contents.

"This is beautiful. I bet it was expensive." I said. I didn't want anything expensive, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was a plain white crop top with a long peach/pink maxi skirt. They looked and felt like they were made of silk so it was no doubt expensive.

"I don't want you to think about the money, this is yours, and yours only." He said.

I gave him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I may or may not have taken your measurements while you were asleep and got it custom designed. I also asked the designer to make it unique, your the only one in the world who has this outfit." He explained.

"What? How? Why would you do that? You could have simply brought me something from primark while we were in England and I wouldn't have minded. You don't need to waste your money on me."

"It's not wasting it if it's for someone I love. Your so special to me, so I decided to get you something special too." He said.

"Awww, thanks." I grinned at him. He made me so happy. But then a thought popped into my head. "Where would I wear this?"

"Well I was hoping on our date tonight, and probably an award show or something." He said.

"Isn't it a bit too fancy for a date?" I was full of questions today.

"Not for tonight." He simply stated, and we dropped the conversation.

"Ok, it's my turn now." I said, and got up. "Ok, close your eyes, because you will know what it is straight away otherwise."

He put his hands overs his eyes, while I went out to the car and got the bass. I brought it into the living room and set it on his lap. "ok...open."

He opened his eyes, then looked over to me with a shocked expression. "Look inside, it gets better, I promise." I told him.

He opened it, and I swear I saw tears in his eyes. He picked it up and looked at the back, now the tears were escaping. "Phoenix, this is...thank you." He was speechless.

It was a beautiful white bass with a black pick guard and his famous logo, the clandestine bat, which was also black. The fretboard was a dark brown colour. I had personalised the back, no one would see it unless he turned it around, but if meant so much to us. 'I'll change you like a remix, and I'll raise you like a Phoenix'

"You know..." he said, staying quiet to think of the right words. "I actually wrote that song for you."

"Really? We hadn't even met back then. I thought your name was Brendon when that song was first released, how could you have wrote it for me?" I asked.

"I knew you. You may not have known my true identity, but I knew yours. You already meant so much to me that I had to write a song for you." He said.

"I thought it was just a coincidence." I muttered.