Rain

•15•

"...Though it may be a sin not to ask, it'd be a tragedy if you didn't go." Ryan smiled proudly at his awful song joke.

"Prom?" Ryan raised the sign with a shy smile.

Pete cut the camera.

"How was that?" Ryan perked up.

"Just like the other ones."

Ryan had taken about 7 didn't videos because each one was never good enough for Brendon.

"Why don't you just ask him at the concert?"

"Because I don't have tickets dumbass."

"Didn't you enter that ticket giveaway?"

"I did...but I won't win."

"Hey when are they announcing those winners anyways?"

Both boys suddenly perked up. 3:03pm. They were three minutes late.

"GET THE FUCKING RADIO OUT!" Ryan screamed as Pete fumbled around the tech box.

"Wow, lots of viewers streaming into our broadcast here." One of the guys said once they set it all up.

"For those who don't know, we are gonna wait until 3:15, we want to make sure you all are sitting by your phones, awaiting the magical moment where we call one of you!"

"3:15!?" Ryan groans. "I can't wait that long..."

"You'll manage."

Both boys sit restlessly by the phone, constant groans from Ryan turn into excited giggles.

"Here we are! 3:15!" The woman says excitedly.

"We will dial the number first and then move onto their name!"

"If they don't pick up, we will email them!"

"Okay, here we go!"

There's a small moment of silence, filled with the beeps of phone buttons being pressed. The library is filled with a ring right away.

"OH MY GOD I WON?" Ryan asks into the phone.

"Won what?" Jason asks.

"Oh never mind." Ryan frowns. "I'm busy, bye."

"Sassy." Pete smirks, raising an eyebrow.

Another ring fills the library.

This time it's Pete's phone.

"Hello?" He asks, his voice sounds echoed.

"Hello! It's 102.5 here! You won our ticket drawing!"

Pete's heart literally skips a beat. He can't breathe. He actually fucking won.

~~~

Patrick frowned.

"Hello! It's 102.5 here! You won our ticket drawing!"

Patrick wishes it were him.

"What's your name?"

"Uh..." The winner stutters.

Patrick wishes he'd feel that way right now. The downpour of rain means he can't do anything but sit inside. The weatherman lied, it wasn't going to sunny with a chance of rain. It'd be rainy with a chance of sun.

"P-Pete Wentz."

Patrick's jaw drops.

No fucking way.

"Congrats Pete! Who are you going to share the tickets with? A girlfriend maybe?"

"I-Shut up Ryan!-I'm not sure yet."