Author note:
I know it is short but still it's better than nothing.
Regular P.O.V.
His eyes followed her every move, while he stood still holding the cup of coffee. Slowly narrowing his eyes as he noticed her open the storage door, after a minute or two she slammed it shut. She let out a deep sigh, as she met his calm yet suspicious expression. “Listen…” she sighed again slowly walking to him. “Pete…you trust me now don’t you?” “Oh I don’t know do I?” he smirked and raised his eyebrow. “Why should I trust you I thought I was the cold bastard who didn’t care?” She rolled her eyes and got close to him. “Pete Wentz…you are such a funny man I must say.” He slightly pushed her away. “Now listen we just had a huge argument and you think I would forgive that fast?” he shook his head. “No sweetheart I am not that easy.” Her pale green eyes stared at him, her facial expression so dark but also amused as if she was amused by how uncomfortable he was with her getting too close to him. “Peter.” She smirked coldly. “Peter Wentz do you ever wonder what it is like to maybe…you know drink too much that you lose control of yourself.” Before he could say a single word she pulled him close to her face by the collar of his shirt. Her wild dark gaze staring into his eyes. “Where is the fucking whisky Pete?” she hissed. “I-I thought you wanted forgiveness from me?” he stammered. “I need alcohol you dumb fuck not your stupid forgiveness it’s not like I am dying over here just waiting to be forgiven by you.” She cringed a little before taking a small step back. “I am not as desperate as you think I am it is you who has too big of an imagination.”
