He Wants To
Title: He Wants To
Author: Ricey (yeah that's me baby)
Rating: PG-13 (some adult mentions)
Disclaimer: Probably didn't happen but if I'm wrong I'm getting all the royalties.
Summary: "What is Pete Wentz to you?"
Author's Note: Uh don't know where this came from. I guess its the result of listening to "Golden" on repeat, or something. X-posted at
peterickfics.
"What is Pete Wentz to you," the interviewer asked, her slim legs dangling flirtatiously.
"Well uh." Patrick pulled on his hat further down on his head. "He's...ha, he's Pete."
"Oh come on," she gushed. "You work with Pete everyday. You should know him inside and out." She leaned forward, her eyes already typing up the "tell all" interview she thought she was getting. "What is he?"
Patrick shrugged and chuckled halfheartedly. He wanted to tell her what he was really like. That, yeah, he was pretty much a charismatic asshole that you couldn't just help but be around. And that he was also a starlet mixer, changing from woman to woman just because he loves them in their own way. He wants to tell her that Pete is pretty much crazy, but he pulls it off so well that he makes it beautiful.
But he also wants to tell her that some nights he gets so lonely that he just wants to be held by Patrick. He wants to tell her that every now and then that, sure, he'll have a couple drinks. He wants to tell her that those nights Pete cries into Patrick's hat so hard that Patrick has to get his hat dry cleaned. And that the first time they had given each other handjobs Pete had told him that it was "with him and no one else". He wants to tell her that the first time he caught Pete with another boy it was Patrick that had thrown a punch first. He wants to tell her that he's human and makes mistakes, they just are larger than life because he's larger than life. He wants to tell her that it is always his fault, all the heartbreaking and tears are all caused by him.
Yet isn't he the one still hanging on? He wants to let her in, to let her know that Pete comes to Patrick as much as he comes in Patrick. He wants to let her know that Pete has been fucking with Patrick's mind, heart and body for as long as he can remember. He wants to tell her that Pete's like an old flame you just can't blow out (no matter how many times he's ended up on his knees). He wants to tell her that Pete is just exceptionally perfect, classically messed up, smartly handsome.
He wants to tell her that he's in love with Pete, pills, lyrics, starlets, moodswings and all.
Instead he chuckles, sparkling his eyes so they outshine the glare from the lights, and crosses his arms over his stomach.
"Pete's Pete, you know? He's crazy and he's a genius at the same time, I guess. He's just..." Patrick giggled and nodded his head to a beat only he heard.
"Pete."
Author: Ricey (yeah that's me baby)
Rating: PG-13 (some adult mentions)
Disclaimer: Probably didn't happen but if I'm wrong I'm getting all the royalties.
Summary: "What is Pete Wentz to you?"
Author's Note: Uh don't know where this came from. I guess its the result of listening to "Golden" on repeat, or something. X-posted at
peterickfics."What is Pete Wentz to you," the interviewer asked, her slim legs dangling flirtatiously.
"Well uh." Patrick pulled on his hat further down on his head. "He's...ha, he's Pete."
"Oh come on," she gushed. "You work with Pete everyday. You should know him inside and out." She leaned forward, her eyes already typing up the "tell all" interview she thought she was getting. "What is he?"
Patrick shrugged and chuckled halfheartedly. He wanted to tell her what he was really like. That, yeah, he was pretty much a charismatic asshole that you couldn't just help but be around. And that he was also a starlet mixer, changing from woman to woman just because he loves them in their own way. He wants to tell her that Pete is pretty much crazy, but he pulls it off so well that he makes it beautiful.
But he also wants to tell her that some nights he gets so lonely that he just wants to be held by Patrick. He wants to tell her that every now and then that, sure, he'll have a couple drinks. He wants to tell her that those nights Pete cries into Patrick's hat so hard that Patrick has to get his hat dry cleaned. And that the first time they had given each other handjobs Pete had told him that it was "with him and no one else". He wants to tell her that the first time he caught Pete with another boy it was Patrick that had thrown a punch first. He wants to tell her that he's human and makes mistakes, they just are larger than life because he's larger than life. He wants to tell her that it is always his fault, all the heartbreaking and tears are all caused by him.
Yet isn't he the one still hanging on? He wants to let her in, to let her know that Pete comes to Patrick as much as he comes in Patrick. He wants to let her know that Pete has been fucking with Patrick's mind, heart and body for as long as he can remember. He wants to tell her that Pete's like an old flame you just can't blow out (no matter how many times he's ended up on his knees). He wants to tell her that Pete is just exceptionally perfect, classically messed up, smartly handsome.
He wants to tell her that he's in love with Pete, pills, lyrics, starlets, moodswings and all.
Instead he chuckles, sparkling his eyes so they outshine the glare from the lights, and crosses his arms over his stomach.
"Pete's Pete, you know? He's crazy and he's a genius at the same time, I guess. He's just..." Patrick giggled and nodded his head to a beat only he heard.
"Pete."