(Sorry, there were issues with the last chapter so this will be the rest of the last chapter.)
{~I think I might move in with Andy... he said I can stay as long as I want.~}
{~Is that so? Why don't I just give him a call???~}
I quickly texted Andy. {~Can you please cover for me? If Joe calls say I'm at your house.~}
{~Why?~} he replied.
{~I will text you later... please just cover for me.~}
Then I heard Joe's voice. "Hey!" He said.
"Hi?" Andy's voice was uncertain as he spoke into the speaker.
"Marie said She wants to move in with you."
Andy choked on something, "Oh... yeah... what's going on with you two?"
"You don't wanna know," Joe said. "She's being... uh... yeah..."
"I think I deserve to know!" Andy said.
"Uh-huh..." Joe started, "She's not actually there, is she?"
"Pfft! Yes she is! She's just really upset and won't talk!"
"Yeah... I'll talk to you later, Andy..." I heard a phone snap shut. The bed shifted as Joe stood and dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, "Oh... my girlfriend couldn't be more obvious. And she really should turn down her phone volume!"
I giggled and laid there, hugging the guitar to my chest.
"Was that the sound of guitar strings I heard?" The blanket that was hanging over the side of the bed was lifted and Joe looked at me, "Boo." He said.
I stuck my tongue out at him and threw a stuffed animal.
He laughed and took my arm, gently pulling me out. He frowned and looked me up and down.
I frowned as well. "What?"
"You talked to my mother only wearing a T-shirt!?"
I looked down at myself, "I guess I did." I giggled.
He tackled me with kisses all over my face, "Don't... ever... steal my guitars again!"
I laughed, "It was fun while it lasted."
He trailed his hand up my side, lifting my shirt a little. He smiled and stared me in the eyes. "Yeah..." he said.
I smiled and pulled away from him, standing and walking over to the door. I closed it.
He raised an eyebrow.
I smirked.
"You really do have issues," he said.
-Joe's.POV-
"You really do have issues," I said.
She rolled her eyes and walked into the bathroom.
I flopped down onto the bed.
"Joe, You still smell!" She called.
"Do not!" I called back.
"Do so! Now come shower with me!"
I smirked, "Nah..."
She stuck her head out the door and gave me a "really" look.
I smiled innocently.
She walked over to me and kissed me.
I smiled, "Love You!"
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Authoritative (Peterick)
RandomPeter Wentz was just a twenty one year old with a heart of gold and an open mind. He gets a call one day from his parents saying that their friends are going on vacation and they need a babysitter for their son. But... the sons sixteen... Teens are...