Mr. Illinois (a Pete Wentz Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Pete's POV

"She'll be right down," the receptionist told me with a sickeningly fake smile.

"Thanks," I said and walked away from the desk. This place was fancier than anything I've ever seen. This Nate guy must really like Natasha, but from what I heard from her she's not interested. Which was good for me. I had to admit, I liked Natasha. She was beautiful and smart and just perfect.

"Illinois!" her familiar voice called from behind me.

I turned and saw her walking towards me. She looked adorable in her outfit. "Princeton," I greeted and gave her a hug.

"Long time, no see."

I laughed. "You look amazing."

Natasha blushed. "Thanks, I didn't really expect to go to a party, so I didn't pack anything too fancy."

"No, you look good. Better than me at least," I admitted and looked down at myself. I wore black skinny jeans and a black semi-formal shirt.

"No, you look great," she reassured then laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just, we managed to wear exact opposite outfits. I'm in all white and you are in all black," she pointed out.

"So?"

"I don't know. I thought it kinda describes us. I mean, we are from completely different worlds, Pete."

She was right. We were very different, but that didn't matter. Did it? "I see your point, now let's go before we're late." I grabbed her hand and pulled her to my car. I helped her into the passenger seat, then ran around to the driver's side, and headed to Patrick's house.

Natasha turned the radio and sang along. She had a great voice, it made me smile and drum along on the steering wheel. After driving for a few minutes we arrived at the house.

We walked into the party and immediately a group of people dragged me away to chat.

Natasha's POV

Pete was stolen away by some people and left me alone in a party where I knew no one. I don't blame him, I didn't belong here. I leaned against a wall and observed the movements of guests. Applied mathematics at work.

"Well, you look awkward," somebody next to me said.

"I'm not a social creature," I responded. "And I don't know anybody here."

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

I turned towards him: short, glasses, fedora, suit... Patrick Stump.

"I came here with your best friend. But he's being social and I'm being the math nerd standing in the corner. Just like high school."

"Pete was not popular in high school," Patrick said and laughed.

"That doesn't change the fact I'm awkward and don't know anybody."

"Let's add one to that list: I'm Patrick, this is my party," he introduces.

"I'm Natasha, I'm crashing your party."

We shook hands and Patrick laughed. "Nice to meet you, Natasha. Why don't I get you a drink?"

"Thanks, Patrick," I thanked and he led me into the kitchen.

"Hey, babe," a dark haired woman greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Who's this?"

"This is Natasha, she came with Pete, but I think Gabe might've stolen him," he replied.

"Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Elisa," she greeted with a smile, then picked up a platter. "Now, if you would excuse me, I am going to go put these out and mingle."