13- Beginning, Middle, and an End- Pete Wentz.

chapter 13. listening to; Americas Suitehearts Remix by Mark Hoppus

Created by WeSmileForYou on Sunday, May 17, 2009

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"They caught you giving Pete an-"
"Yes." I interrupted. "Salone, his parents are going to think I'm a total idiot!"
"No they won't." she sighed. "Was he blindfolded?"
"Yes."
"Yes they will." she squealed.
"What? Just then you said they wouldn't think I'm a total idiot!" I pouted.
"Yah, but doll, seriously - blindfolded? How kinky were you two feeling?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"You have no idea." I sighed, resting my chin in my palm.
"Hey Dylan," Patrick greeted, giving me a quick hug and sitting next to his sister on the other sofa. "What's up?"
"Pete's parents saw her and him in the kitchen." she muttered, obviously giving him a hint.
"Oh- oh," he winced. "Yuck. How did they take it?"
"They told me to go to his room and they'd undo the rope from around his wrists." I muttered. "How d'ya think it went?"
"I dunno." he shrugged.
"Well, they said we could do whatever we wanted, because were adults anyhow, but they mustn't ever walk in on us. Oh! And Peter must tell them where he's going and what he's doing." I explained.
"Where's Pete now?" Salone asked.
"Back at his house. He's writing." I shrugged.
"Cool. So did he tell his rents about you losing your-"
"No." I interjected. "No he didn't, Stumpy."

"Baby!"
"Pete." I smiled, entering his bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Nothing! Everything's right - perfectly fine." he grinned, shoving his notebook over to me. "Read it."
My eyes scanned over the title;
Grenade Jumper.
I looked up at him, excited. "Is this another song?"
"Could be." he smiled. "I know how much you like my songs, so I wrote one about us."
"Us?"
"You know, when we first met in high school." he smirked.
"Yeah, I always giggle at how people believe we've known each other since we were 6 or whatever." I smiled, then read over the lyrics;
My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
living like life's going out of style.
And you came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know where we come from
and where we call home.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, we love you back.
They'll say it's not worth it.
So we'll leave this town in ruins.
living like life's going out of style.
And you came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent,"
but at the end of the day you know those busted lips
we take back home.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, we love you back.
So,
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, we love you back.
I know you would be there either way
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade
I know you would be there either way
(So I'll tell everyone how much this means, how much this means to me)
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade (So I'll tell everyone...)
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, we love you back.
Go!
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
And I know this is belated, we love you back.
I know you would be there either way
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade
I know you would be there either way (Hey Chris, you were our only friend)
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade (And I know this is belated, we love you back)
"There amazing." I smiled, passing him his notepad back. "I can't believe you still remember how I met you and the guys."
"Of course I still remember." he chuckled, putting the notebook down on his desk and cuddling up to me on his bed. "Me, Hey Chris, Dirty andJoe were playing soccer at New Trier High School in Winnetka. We were probably about 14, and you and Salone came to watch us play against Andy's High School. That's how we came friends with him, and then you cheered us on, and I just... looked at you, and BOOM. I liked you already. You knew Andy from your street, and so after the show, you ran down and hugged him whilst we were talking to him. We got into a couple of fights - only because Joe decided on an after-party for winning the game and we got pissed out of our heads. It was amazing to get to know you." he sighed. "Sometimes I wish we could go back in time so I could go and grow some balls to talk to you first."
"Oh yeah," I laughed. "I talked to you first."
"Don't rub it in. I felt like a sissy afterwards."
"So what? Your blonde hair made up for it." I teased.
He groaned. "Don't mention the hair."
"Blonde?" I continued. "Peter, the top half was blonde, why was the bottom half brown?"
"I don't know- I just had groovy hair. Besides, it went completely brown when I hit 15."
"No. You played your first guitar at like, 15, and I caught you saluting to the camera. You had your hair brown at like, 14. A few months after winning the big game." I corrected.
"Yeah, well, whatever." he scoffed.
"Pete?" I whispered.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." he replied, planting a gentle kiss to my lips. "And I always will."

"I said I was bored." I complained. "I didn't say I needed a piercing!"
"Baby, it's your bellybutton. That's it." he soothed.
"But what if it gets infected?"
"It won't. I'll help you clean it, 'kay?" he smiled.
I nodded, holding his hand as we entered the building.
We walked to the front desk, where there was a man.
"Excuse me," I muttered. "I'm here to have my bellybutton done?"
...and after minutes of signing paperwork, I was on a metal bed, biting my lip.
Peter was stood next to me, squeezing my hand. "You okay?" he asked.
"You try getting your bellybutton done, and then I'll ask you."
"It won't hurt," the man, that I learned was called Ben, smiled, spraying some cold stuff onto my bellybutton.
I tensed, but once seeing a huge pin, I squeezed my eyes shut. "Pete?" I muttered, gasping as I felt a sharp pain.
After about three seconds, it was over.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Is it over?"
"Pretty much." Ben laughed.
I looked down, oepning my eyes. A smile spread across my face. "It looks awesome!"
There was a small ring looping through the hole in my bellybutton, and after Ben told us how to clean it and so on, and Peter paid, we walked out.
"That looks hot." Pete smiled.
"I hope you didn't make me go in there for your benefit." I scowled.
"No, never." he winked. "Naw. Come on, it suits you."
"You think?" I muttered.
"I know."

okay. so that was cute.
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i had my bellybutton pierced - no ring though.
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