"They're going at each other's throats again," Patrick whines, leaning against the door frame to get a better view of the fight.
Inside the kitchen, Pete and Jane are screaming and shouting obsenities and witty remarks at one another like it's the latest trend. They're throwing things and breaking things, but neither one of them understands the damage they're causing.
"Fuck you! I told you the truth!" Pete yells, taking a heavy refridgerator magnet off of the fridge only to throw it in a random direction.
"Yeah, sure! Just like you told the truth about Amanda? And Lacey?! And Brianna?!" Jane screams to match Pete's booming voice, balling her right fist and punching the counter top harder than she thought she ever could.
"They were just one night stands! I'm being the honest one here! Why can't you ever believe me?!"
"Because you're a fucking liar just like all your other fuck buddies!"
"Don't be a hypocrite, Jane. You have plenty of fuck buddies! Including half of the people I know! That's a fucking lot of people!"
"Don't act all high and mighty. Maybe you should just get better friends!"
"Better friends?"
"Less perverted friends!"
"Maybe I shouldn't have such an easy girlfriend!"
"I'm not your fucking girlfriend!"
"Well, you should at least keep your vagina to yourself!"
"Fuck you!
They're both fuming, red in the face and completely shaken with rage. Jane throws a fork here. Pete throws a spoon there. Jane bashes her hands against the wall. Pete kicks the cabinets repeatedly. The pattern continues.
Neither of them know it, but everyone can hear them. Patrick is still right outside the kitchen door, grimacing at every cuss word that echoes throughout the room. Joe is down the hall, trying to sleep, but he can't on account of Jane and Pete. Andy is across the hall, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at their childishness and immaturity.
And, even if they did know everyone was listening, they wouldn't stop fighting. Not for a minute. They would keep screaming and swearing until the sun comes up. They just don't care anymore.
This whole mess was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be a big, super fun sleepover with the whole gang: Pete, Jane, Patrick, Joe, Andy, Brendon, Ryan, Jon, Spencer, Travis, William... the list goes on. But, none of them could stay for more than an hour. They just couldn't stand the fighting. They offered to take Joe, Patrick and Andy out to save them from the yelling, but they said no. That was a big mistake.
"Your penis is too small anyway!" Jane screams, storming out of the kitchen and nearly falling on top of Patrick as she passes him.
She whispers a 'sorry' before she hears Pete shout, "My penis is the perfect size!" and then she hears a door slamming.
Patrick gives her a sympathetic smile before walking back down the hall to his own room, followed by Andy who is finally able to sleep. There is finally silence.
Jane rubs her eyes lightly as she sighs and leans back against the door frame. She should be tired of this. She should feel worn and empty. But, she really feels like someone just lit a fire up under her heart. She wants to scream more. She wants to swear more. She never knew revenge could be so addicting.
Jane rolls her eyes at how stupid she thinks she's being. She shouldn't be thinking like this. Hate and revenge are not good building blocks in a relationship. Especially with a person like Pete Wentz. It just never ends up looking like good news.
She slowly drags herself up a flight of stairs and stops in front of her door. She's about to enter her room, but she's held back by that voice in her head. She's held back by that thing that tells her to go back to him.
Jane throws her head back in frustration before she crosses the hallway and enters a different room. She closes the door silently and tip-toes her way toward his bed. As she gently climbs into the warm sheets and lays down next to him, she feels Pete wrap his arms around her small frame and kiss the back of her neck.
This is when they remember why they stick around. The infinite moments like these are what drives them crazy. This is what makes them chase after one another in that revengeful passion they hate to love.
"Is my penis really small?" Pete whispers.
Jane laughs and playfully hits him on the back of the head.
The moments just never really last that long.
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