'peter what the fuck are you doing-' patrick's voice rang out, standing in the doorway of his and his beloved fiancé's room.
there was pete wentz, in a blonde wig and his metallica muscle tank. (picture above)
'gonna kick some ass, what about you?' pete adjusts his wig, turning to patrick.
patrick begins to laugh, tears in his eyes.
'you look so fucking stupid right now, petey.' he says through laughs.
'and you look like a fuckin' burnt piece of chicken but do I say anything?' pete teases, folding his arms.
'you really wanna go right now?' patrick raises an eyebrow, smirking.
'square uP-' pete does this fuckn ninja-karate move shit thing.
'you look like a fuckin' rejected sia who got thrown into the drag show, but was quickly kicked out' patrick says, smirking.
'you look like fuckin' courtney love-' pete folds his arms.
'oFFENDED-' patrick screeches.
'hA I WIN BITCH-' pete smiles in victory.
'mmm fuck you.' patrick groans.
'i'd like to fuck you instead, baby' pete wiggles his eyebrows.
'don't fuckn say it peter lewis kingston wENTZ THE THIRD yOU BETTER NOT-' patrick warns.
'rawr xD'
'oh you dick.'
