Let's Hear It For America's Suitehearts

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PETE'S POV

I wanted to ask Brendon how to it all happened, but I unfortunately already knew. I saw it all unfold until I passed out on the way to the hospital. Patrick and my only friends were gone. Sadly Brendon got stuck here with me.

Dr. Williams had gotten some nurses to help me into a wheelchair while she walked in front of us, he long blonde hair bouncing wildly. Besides Brendon, she seemed like the realest person here. Everybody else seemed so fake happy and programmed almost.

The Doctor pushed open two swinging double doors and held them so the nurses could push me through. In the room held many prosthetics for arms, legs, hands, feet, and almost anything you could think of. I was wheeled to a corner near the back where all the arm prosthetics were held.

"So, for now we're just going to see what fits best and have an arm custom made just for you, Mr. Wentz, alright?" Dr. Williams smiled as the nurses took hold of my left arm and began trying different ones on me.

"Please, just call me Pete." I smiled half-heartedly at her.

After a few minutes, the nurses, Gerard and Remington, had finished the process and Gerard took the arm that fit best back to a room while Remington took the measurements of my remaining arm.

"So, the custom fitting prosthetic should hopefully be done tomorrow by around 4ish." Dr. Williams writes something down on her clipboard. "Alright then, Pete, I'll see you tomorrow! Either Remington or Gerard will be in around 9 tonight to check your vitals and all that. Buh bye!" She smiled widely and left.

"Here, let's get you back to your room now." Remington said kindly before pushing me back to my small room and helping me onto the bed. Brendon was asleep on the couch on the other side of the room and I laid back on my bed to think. Will I ever get home?

-IN AMERICA-

BENZEDRINE'S POV

I woke up around 9 am. There were a few messages on the screen of my laptop, but mostly all from townsfolk who needed something. They could wait a little longer though, they have been for the past 3 years.

Only moments later, a message came up from Horseshoe Crab.

Horseshoe: we really need to get ryan dressed in socially acceptable clothing for here before we announce our reappearance

Donnie: You're right. I don't have anything that would fit him but maybe benzedrine would?

Benzedrine: I may. Come to my house with Ryan and we can check my closet, I may have some things.

Donnie: I'll bring him over now, be there soon

I shut my laptop and sighed, setting my forehead down on the desk. Donnie would be here soon so I would have to make myself presentable, so I trudged up the stairs to straighten out my clothings and fix my hair.

There were dark circles under my eyes and my slouching was prominent. Usually when I was with Pete, he would make me get a good amount of sleep because he knew of my bad habits. Pete's not here though, no matter how much I want him to be.

A loud knock was at the door and I exhaled deeply, Donnie and Ryan must be here. "Come on in, it's unlocked!" I shouted from my bedroom.

The two came up the stairs and into my bedroom. "We're here for the fashion show, Benz." Donnie tried to make me smile. I admit, it worked a little and I cracked a grin before getting back to work.

"Anyways, Ryan, come here. Your normal clothes will end up turning heads and probably have you questioned. We can't have that. I have some shirts and pants and all that that are too big for me so they'll probably fit you." I walked to my closet and grabbed two shirts, a dark blue one and a grey one, and two pairs of matching pants. "Sorry there's not much of a selection, but it's kind of all I have."

"It's fine, Pa-.. Benzedrine, don't worry about it." Ryan grabbed the grey outfit and I directed him to the bathroom where he could change.

He came out moments later and walked into the room. Donnie smiled widely at the outfit as I nodded. "Fits perfectly. Now, makeup and hair."

Ryan sat on the chair I have next to my desk and I grabbed a bag and set it on the desk. Most of it was face paint and eyeshadow, so I could work with that.

I started putting the first colors down about where his eyebrows were and worked my way down to below the eyes, where it ended as a reddish color. I grabbed the black face paint and made lightning looking designs spawning from his left eye.

"Donnie, feedback?" I asked over my shoulder while putting the finishing details on.

"Looks like he's lived here his whole life, Benzy." The red haired male nodded.

"Great. Ryan, go check it out in the mirror." I nudged him off the seat as he stood to go look in the full body mirror against my wall.

As soon as he saw himself his eyes widened. "Benzedrine, this looks amazing!" He grinned widely.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat happy during that moment.

AAAA OKAY SO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUT YESTERDAY BUT I BASICALLY HAD NYQUIL IN MY SYSTEM FOR LIKE 3873 YEARS SO I FELL ASLEEP BUT ANYWAYS H E R E S THIS OK HOPE YALL ENJOY OKOK ILL GO NOW B Y E!!