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Pete's POV
I've been on this plane for eight hours now. I haven't slept, all thanks to crying babies and insomnia. I feel bad for the mothers. They get glares from every passenger, including me. But I still feel bad. I wonder how they handle it. I'd be pulling my hair out. But then again I'm not a woman. I wonder what my daughter would look like. Probably like her mother. Big green eyes, tiny curls, tea parties and dress up. I wonder if Emily wants children. I think she'd be the best mother ever, other than my own of course. I picture her holding our little girl. Her hair falling on her bare shoulders as she cradles a tiny human, Allison Ross. Black hair like me, but sweet rosy cheeks like her mommy. Beautiful........
I fell asleep finally. That's what the flight attendant said as I shuffled up and out of my curled position. My hair disheveled and nappy, I smile at my reflection. I straighten up my shirt then walk off the plane. Finally land. Not clouds. I take a breath, then search for my transportation. I find my black rental SUV then pull out into the busy streets. The reason behind my trip to LA and a big secret behind Emily is..... I'm currently in a small punk band. We don't have a name yet, but we do have our first meeting with our first maybe label. It's complicated, I know.
I turn the wheel and enjoy the silence of no screaming adults or fussy children. I have to meet up with the boys then drive us to the studio. I take a right then pull into a hotel they decided to stay at. I pull up in the nearest parking spot then park. I grab some coffee from the lobby then proceed to rooms B23 and B24. I hop into the elevator alongside a tall blonde girl, wearing jean shorts, a green crop top and white chucks. Her hair is put up in a high pony and her eyes are winged.
She looks at me, up and down, smiles." Hi. I'm Haley." she says batting her lashes."Im Pete, nice to meet you." I say kindly. She laughs."So Pete, what's a guy like you doing alone at a hotel?" she asks twirling her hair."Well Haley, I'm meeting some bandmates. My girlfriend is back in Chicago." I smile thinking of Emily." oh" she says quietly. Looks like I won. I smirk at my victory then watch the floors change. Finally, Floor 2, I walk out of the elevator and down the hall until I find the Bs.
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Keep Falling (Pete Wentz Romance)
Teen Fiction"I want to move on from him, Pete. I love you but he still haunts me." "I love you too Emily. I'll never hurt you. If I do, I'll beat myself. You don't deserve anything he caused." "But it's not disappearing. I can't sleep anymore without seeing hi...
