Y/N Wentz is finally going to high school! Her brother, Pete, just started up in guitar class after school and Y/N decided to start art class. What she didn't know is that she will accidentally fall in love with one of Pete's friends from guitar cla...
~Hey guys! this is my first fanfic EVER, so bare with me. I'm sorry if its not ideal...its probably wont be. Anyways, enjoy!~
Y/N Prov.
beep beep beep! I groan waking up to the sound of that annoying alarm clock that Pete insisted on getting. My hand slaps the snooze button and I was just about to fall asleep when Pete barges into the room.
"Y/N WAKE UP! ITS TIME FOR YOUR FIRST DAY AS A FRESHMEN IN HIGH SCHOOL!"
Pete shouts as he attacks me with my pillows,
"No." I mumble firmly.
"Yes." Pete replied and turned on the lights in my room.
"still no asshole"
I grumbled pulling my blankets over my head. Pete shrugged and mumbled and ok before leaving, but right when I thought he gave up he turned around and tore the sheets and blankets away from me.
"Agh!" I shout,
"breakfast will be ready in 10"
and with that he left. Groaning, I get out of bed and change into (picture below)
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There was still some time left so I decided to put on some makeup. I ended up with a light smokey eye with winged eyeliner, little blush, and some lip gloss. I trudged down the stairs and got an overwhelming sent of maple syrup. Pete was sitting at the table eating pancakes and looking at his phone. He wore one of his band shirts with ripped jeans.
"look who finally got out of bed"
he announced with a smirk, I rolled my eyes and returned a smile. He passed me a plate of pancakes and I thanked him. The two of us just sat there in silence eating our breakfast when Pete suddenly jumped up from his chair and cheered.
"Whats up big bro?" I questioned,
"I finally got into the Guitar class!"
he hollered dancing around the room. My praise and laughter filled the house as the two of us celebrate. Pete has been wanting to get into this guitar class for years now.
We arrived a school a couple minutes early because Pete insisted on showing me around, he also just wanted to go check out the guitar room. We were walking down the halls and he just finished showing me the Chemistry classroom when I heard someone shout from behind
"Yo! Pete! Y/n! Wait Up!"
I turn to see who was calling us from across the hall. Instantly I noticed the all too familiar strawberry blonde hair sticking out of a fedora.
"Patrick! Its so good to see you!"
I call out, running up to him and engulfing him into a hug. Pete and I have known Patrick for almost our entire lives, and he is like a second brother to me. Pete had just caught up and was now high-fiving Patrick,
"what are you doing here so early?" Pete asks
"I was going to the guitar room to practice, you?" Patrick responded.
"Pete was just showing me around" I shrugged,
and since Pete wanted to check out the guitar room next the three of us just went together. Pete had just told the time where he got hot sauce in his eye by accident then ended up falling in the pool, and Patrick and I were in stitches from laughing when we approached the guitar room. But as we fell silent I heard a guitar playing in the room followed by a marvelous voice. This person had a voice like an angle, the way they were able to hit some of those notes were unbelievable. They were playing and singing to a song I have never hear before,
"'Cause it's nine in the afternoon. Your eyes are the size of the moon. You could 'cause you can so you do. We're feeling so good, just the way that we do. When it's nine in the afternoon."
Patrick and I stared at each other in shock. The two of us hesitated to enter the room, but Pete could care less. He swung the door open and ran to the nearest guitar. Inside the walls were covered in every type of guitar imaginable, in the center of the room was a chair, and in that chair sat a surprised boy that looked like a year older than me. He had a guitar in his arms, and by the looks of it he was in the middle of strumming a cord. His beautiful black hair stood up in a swoosh, and his chocolate eyes stared back at me. He wore a causal white shirt with black patterns on it, and ripped black pants.
"Um, hi. Sorry for disturbing you"
mumble Patrick embarrassed, in return the boy smiled, stood up, walked over to us, and extended a hand
