Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz Imagines

Pete - Suggested

Suggested by @TheRibbonOnMyWrist

You leave to the store, because you were expecting Pete to come over. You wanted to surprise him with some snacks. 

And you need to get the fact you like him off your chest. 

Pete knocks on your door, while you were still at the store. He sees you're not answering. Pete remembers where you hid the spare key...

He unlocks the door and walks inside. "(Y/N)?" 

He walks up to your room and something falls over. A bunch of records that seem to be by Michael Jackson.

Pete thinks, Obsessed much? 

Something else falls. A journal. 

Pete knows he shouldn't read it, BUT HE MUST.

He opens the journal. Basic girl stuff. The day's happenings. Friends. 

But after flipping the pages, something interests Pete.

Especially since it has his name it in.

3/10/15 

Pete came over, along with Bronx. It doesn't really surprise me that a guy so cute would have a kid even cuter. I was going to tell Pete I liked him, but since Bronx was there, I just couldn't. I don't know why. 

No matter how hard
The task may seem
Don't give up our plans
Don't give up our dreams

(Casual MJ lyrics) 

Listening to that song reminds me that eventually I have to tell Pete. I can't keep my feeling locked up for so long. One day I wish I could just yell, "I LIKE PETE WENTZ" but no. 

I just wish he knew. And I wish he felt the same. I doubt he feels the same. 

Thoughts over.

Pete read the entry over and over. Smiling. He takes the journal and sits on your couch. He takes out a pen he always has on him. He fixes your entry.

Pete came over, along with Bronx. It doesn't really surprise me that a guy so cute would have a kid even cuter. I was going to tell Pete I liked him, but since Bronx was there, I just couldn't. I don't know why. (Pete's editing) You can tell me no matter what.

No matter how hard
The task may seem
Don't give up our plans
Don't give up our dreams Listen to this

Listening to that song reminds me that eventually I have to tell Pete. I can't keep my feeling locked up for so long. One day I wish I could just yell, "I LIKE PETE WENTZ" but no. But yes. 

I just wish he knew. And I wish he felt the same. I doubt he feels the same. I feel the same. You just never knew. Because I'm the same as you.

Pete closes your journal and places on the coffee table. 

He waits there quietly for you.

After 10 minutes, you arrive home, glad to see Pete.

"Hey," you say. "How'd you get in my house?"

"I broke in," Pete jokes. 

Pete picks up your journal. "Found something of your's."

Nervous, you take the journal. "Did you read it?" 

"Only one page," Pete replies. "Look on the page about me. I added some things there."

You open to that page.

Smiling, you put in down. Pete stands up and you hug him. "Aww, Peter. You're adorable."

"I know," Pete says. "I read that in there, too."