Growing Up - Pete Wentz Fanfic

Chapter 32

I was sat in the kitchen when Pete went to the door to open for Ashlee who was bringing Bronx to stay with us over the weekend because she wanted to visit her sister. I saw her looking around and then she spotted me, sitting there, eating waffles, wearing only Pete's sweater and pink panties. I hated to say this but it actually felt like home to me by now.

"So, you're still together?" Ashlee asked and followed Pete into the kitchen. Bronx ran to the TV straight away again because Pete's TV was just huge and Bronx loved it. "We are" Pete said and wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing the side of my neck. I just smiled to piss her off. "I told you before that this isn't gonna work. You two won't be able to have a real relationship because you're both such children." "Just because you're so bored and serious all time with your new guy, it doesn't mean I can't have a good relationship?" Pete asked. That was the meanest thing I had ever heard him say to her. "I don't understand how I ever could've been with you." Pete laughed. "Are you really playing that card?" "You know why I broke up with you, you refused to grow up even when you became a father!" "He'll love it if I just stay immature like I am." "No, he needs a role model, Pete! Someone to look up to! And at least I'm spending my time with people who are trying to be that for him." I got up and took a step closer to her. "Pete is a good role model" I said through gritted teeth. Her face turned red when I joined the conversation. She gasped. "Stay out of this, it's none of your business." "You're right, Bronx is none of my business. But you what? It becomes my business when you start bullying Pete again, enough is enough! He's a great dad and you need to stop telling him otherwise because one of these days, he's going to believe you! So shut your mouth and admit that you just don't have anything nice to say!" She stared at me. "How dare you?" she said and turned on her heel, approaching the door. "Think of me when you two break up because I knew it and I told you so! If you don't grow up, it's not gonna work" she shouted. "Why do you care?" Pete said, as long as Bronx couldn't hear him, he didn't mind talking to her like that. Ashlee walked out the door and before it shut, I heard her say something like "childish Peter Pan fucks".

Pete turned to me and pressed his lips on mine, pulling my body against his hard. I kissed him back as long as I could but ran out of breath eventually because he was getting really intense. I caught my breath and looked up at him. "Wow?" I said, breathing heavily. He smiled and there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite define. "If this what you're like when you're mad, we need to find someone to fight with you more often." I raised my eyebrows. "What?" "You defending me like that to Ashlee? That was fucking hot." I laughed. "Shut up" I said, blushing, kissing him again.

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The following months made me think about my future. The press had calmed down and I got to go out normally again. Pete gabe me a temporary job at his label after talking me into it for hours and then I had just agreed to please him. But I actually started to like it. I got to go to gigs, check out local bands and wrote about them on Pete's website and if they were good and people liked them, Pete invited them over for a meeting and maybe signed them. I loved how he was into discovering new bands so much and I was glad I could help him give all those new bands a chance.

Because we were still together, Pete had told me to stop looking for a new flat because he wanted me here with him. And I really got used to it too. When Gabe came over, he was used to hang out with me as well as with Pete and I enjoyed the way Pete acted around me, he never changed when others were there too, he was always the same, not hiding anything. He could be really cheesy at times but most of the time I found that really adorable even though I wasn't like that at all myself. And during those months with him, I became happier and happier until I remembered all my wishes about getting married and having kids and that brought me back down again. I didn't expect Pete to ask me to marry him and it wasn't what I wanted anyway. But if I decided that I wanted to be with Pete for the following years which is what I wanted to happen, I probably wasn't going to have any kids because Pete already had a son and he probably didn't plan on having another child any time soon. That just kept bringing me down and when I thought about it one night, thinking Pete wouldn't be back for hours, I tried crying myself to sleep.

All of the sudden, I heard the door downstairs, realising Pete was back early. He joined me in bed and hugged me from behind. I tried to stop crying and pretend I was sleeping but I couldn't. Without control, I sobbed. "Oh my god, Charlie, are you crying?" Pete asked and tightened his arms around me. "No, I'm fine" I said but my voice wasn't as steady as I thought it would be. "Charlie, tell me what's wrong" he said because my voice had given away I was actually crying. "You'd think I'm the lamest weirdo ever." "I will definitely not think that" he said as if I was being ridiculous and I swallowed hard. "You can seriously not do anything that won't make me love you more." I laughed through the tears. "You're impossible." He kissed the back of my neck, playing with my hair. I turned around and started crying harder again, he pulled my face to his chest. "Tell me" he said, kissing my tears away. "You make me so happy" I said. "And that's a sad thing?" "No, it's just ... this isn't a normal relationship, you know? When I was younger, I thought I'd have to be married and have kids by now. That's the way it worked in my mind but then I didn't about it anymore and I realised, we're probably not gonna have that." He stopped breathing for a second, then held me tighter. "Listen to me, okay? I love you and you're not only my girlfriend but also you're my best friend. I want to be with you as long as possible, the only thing that makes me have doubts is the fact that I'm scared that you'll just change your mind about us. I can't think of a reason that would separate us or make us fight." "I feel the same way and I would never change my mind because I love you." I felt him smile. "This is gonna sound a little fucked up but I feel like if you let me hang out with you and Bronx, it would feel like I kind of had a child, like step-child." "I want you to feel exactly like that. Bronx loves you and if you want kids, if it's that important to you right now ... see Bronx as your kid, it sounds weird but..." "No, I know what you mean. And it makes me really happy." He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Good."