Hello Mz. Hyde (Andy Hurley)

Hello Mz. Hyde

Becca's POV

The cold air of Chicago breathed down my neck as I clung my suitcase close to my side and pulled my hoodie closer to my body. I hated the cold and always have, which made me question why I decided to move to frozen Chicago in the middle of winter. Then my phone went off in my pocket, reminding me why.

"Hey Pete." My teeth chattered.

"Hey Becca." The voice rang from the other end of the line. "I can tell that you made it from the way your teeth are chattering."

I rolled my eyes. "Yep. I'm still at O'Hare and trying to get a taxi. What 'bout you?"

Pete laughed. "I'm at your apartment. I'll see you when you get here?"

I nodded quickly, "Yea, I'll see you then if I don't freeze to death first." I hung up and stuffed my phone back into my pocket and pulled my hood even tighter, pressing strands of my coffee brown hair into my face. I shoved off one of my fluffy black gloves to reveal my icy pale hands. I loudly whistled for a taxi. After a few tries, a bright yellow and black checkered taxi pulled up to the curb. I threw my suitcase in next to me climbed in.

"Where to, Missy?" The cab driver asked in his thick Chicago accent.

"Uhhhh," I quickly pulled up the address on my phone. "204 Infinity Boulevard."

The cab driver punched in the address and pulled away from the airport. I leaned against the frozen glass and stared out at the Chicago skyline. The sky above was a dull grey and peppering the buildings below with snow. It just felt very depressing seeing everything so dead and grey. I guess this was what I was gonna call home now. This cold and dreary weather and adrenaline rush of a city was now my home.

I already missed home. I missed the year round Carolina blue skies and warm winters. I missed when snow was a rare occurrence and everything canceled. I missed the relaxed atmosphere of Charlotte, my hometown. I missed everything about my old home. I was homesick, but that didn't matter. I hadn't been home since I was nineteen. It had been ten years since I had seen my home city, but I couldn't go back there, and I couldn't turn around and go back to New York either.

I was abruptly snapped out of my thoughts by my driver alerting me that we had arrived. I paid and climbed out of the cab, clutching my suitcase close to me. Looking up at the enormous apartment building in front of me, I got worried. There were so many windows and apartments, how would I know which one would be mine?

Quickly, I made my way inside to escape the bitter cold. I bumped into something on my way in, causing me to fall over my suitcase and onto the carpeting behind me.

"Ow, sorry." I grumbled, picking myself off the floor.

"No problem." They laughed, climbing off the floor. For a moment they looked and sounded familiar; spiky black hair, light hazel eyes, and well tanned skin even though it was way beyond tanning weather this time of year, and black skinny jeans with a matching leather jacket, but I couldn't place it. Then it hit me.

"Pete Wentz?" I asked warily. We had talked for hours on end over the phone, FaceTimed almost every day, and Skyped who knows how many times, but we had never met face to face.

"You must be Becca Hale!" Pete's face lit up. "It's great to finally see you in real life. You're a bit shorter than I thought." He joked.

I laughed. "Yea, so are you. What are you, 5'3 or something? You're almost the same height as me!"

He fake scowled. "I'm 5'6." He grabbed my suitcase. "So, wanna go see your new apartment?" He handed me a key, which I accepted. Pete led me to the elevator, which we rode up to one of the highest floors. My door was close by, which made it easy to find. I unlocked the door and turned the knob to reveal the interior of my new home. I gasped in surprise.

All my stuff that I had previously sent was already there and was all neatly put up. The living room was fully furnished with a couch, a loveseat, and a TV with my Xbox already set up. My band and movie posters were all hung nearly in their frames around the living room and kitchen. My electric guitar and violin both hung over the TV and an amp places right next to it.

"Like it?" Pete poked his head over my shoulder. I nodded in stunned happiness. Suddenly his phone went off.

Pete turned back to answer it. "Hey man,"

"Yea, I can do that."

"I'll be over on twenty minutes."

"Yea, it's totally fine."

"Cool, see you then." He hung up and turned back to me. "Hey, I gotta run. Are you okay? Need anything?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good."

He smiled and left, promising to call me tonight. I put my suitcase up on the counter and stripped of the four layers of hoodies and sweaters I had until I was left in a A Day To Remember baseball tee and some black leggings. I plopped on the couch, mentally promising myself that I would unpack later. I turned on the TV and surfed through channels until I came along an old episode of Doctor Who.

"If this is gonna be my new life, I think I could get used to this." I mumbled, absentmindedly playing with my hair until I fell asleep.

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Welcome to my newest fanfic. It's gonna be mainly an Andy Hurley love story, but thrown in with some action and a lot of mystery.

But with school starting soon (next week), I'm gonna try and update this as much as I can until then.

I hope you guys all love this story. I've been dying to write this forever and am excited to finally write it!

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