Keep Falling (Pete Wentz Romance)

One

Pete's POV

"Aye Pete! You'd better get up or else you'll be late for work!" yelled my sister Hillary. 

I groaned and turned over to face the clock. 6:00 am. "Ughhhhhh" I moaned again then got up.

My names Pete Wentz. I'm 22 years old with light hazel eyes, black choppy hair, and fame waiting to take me away. Ha, can't you tell I'm conceded?

I grab my towel and a clean pair of boxers then proceed to the bathroom. I strip, turn the knobs, step in, and freeze. "Shit!" I shout from the sudden cold. Quickly I fix the knobs to where it's warm and grab my body wash. Once done there, I rinse off and dry off. Finally I slip my boxers on and walk back to my room.

" What should I wear......" I mumble to myself. After shuffling through my dresser, I decide on a black vneck long sleeve, skinny jeans, and my red chucks. Next I blow dry my hair then began to straighten it. Once my hair is styled, I brush my teeth, grab my mp3, then head downstairs.

" morning." I say picking up a muffin. " morning, you'd better get going" she says quietly. " yes sir." I say stepping out the back door.

I plug up my headphones, blast out to blink 182, then began to walk to work. Occasionally I'll sing a lyric or two.

Once at work I suit up then stand behind the counter of the old Pizza Hut. It smells of garlic and cleaning products. But hey, it's free pizza. I smile to my first costumer.

" How are you today?" I say politely to older gentlemen. " I'm fine sonny, and you?" his voice crackly. " I'm good sir. What can I get you today?" I reply. " my granddaughter is coming to eat with me, may I wait until she's here. you know, to see what she'd like?" he asks kindly. " of course sir" I smile. He nods and steps to the side a little bit.

After 5 minutes, the man stands up to hug a girl stepping in the door, I'm assuming his granddaughter. When they've finished hugging and talking some, she steps up to the counter, him by her side. She's really pretty. She has long red hair, about my height, and hazel eyes. She's not tiny but she's not huge either. She's wearing black framed glasses, a green long sleeve, black skinny jeans, and gray vans. One thing stands out really well about her. Her eyes. Other than her glasses, winged eyeliner and silver glitter eye shadow occupy them. Mesmerizing.

" Hi, I'm assuming your the granddaughter." I say smiling to her." Hey, My names Emily. My grand father tells me your really polite." she says smiling back." thank you . My names Peter, but everybody just calls me Pete." I reply." Well Pete, I believe we're ready to order." She says politely.

I smile big then proceed to take their order. " If you'll follow me to your table.." Starts my buddy Joe as he walks them back to their booth.