Pete Wentz liked to fight people. Of course, given that he was a tiny asshole, most times he was on the losing end of said fights. He would pick himself up, dust off, lick his wounds, and get back to trying to create a living for himself. Then, one day, Pete meets Patrick Stump. Or rather, Patrick Stump picks up his broken and bruised body from a bar floor, and takes him home, cleaning him up and tending any injuries he happens to have. Of course, he finds anyway to fuck it up, because that's what Pete does best.