Pissed in the Pete Wentz Way

A/N: So basically, in the midst of writing my fic Thoughts of Fire, Doors of Vegas, this little plot bunny jumped into my mind. It’s just something really, really simple. But it was partially inspired by

 

 

 

 

 

Pete Wentz was pissed.

 

Pete Wentz was Pissed in the Pete Wentz Way, and nobody could do it better than him. Pissed like the time Patrick told him Anna had cheated on him, like the time his parents sent him off to boot-camp, like the time he had to tell Andy that it’s true, Snape did kill Dumbledore and that just wasn’t right because that shit doesn’t just happen.

 

Pete could cheer himself up. He could think about when Fall Out Boy was nominated for a Grammy. He could think of the 2006 VMAs. He could think about how far Panic was going, and it was all (mostly) his doing. He could think of ten thousand girls that he knew had his posters up on the wall, and yet he was still fucking pissed.

 

Pissed in the Pete Wentz Way.

 

Andy, Joe, Patrick, they all knew what happened when Pete was pissed in the Pete Wentz Way. He would lock himself up and write dozens of songs. He would hide underneath a blanket, like a vampire in the day, and leave the house at night. He would get over it in a day or so, but someone had to be with him when he was Pissed in the Pete Wentz Way.

 

He didn’t even remember what had gotten him so pissed, for fuck’s sake. The Los Angeles weather was sunny and warm, and for some reason, that pissed him off even more. He didn’t want to go to the beach, he didn’t want to look at porn anymore, he didn’t want to do any interviews and he definitely didn’t want to hear anymore complaints about his clothing line.

 

Pete waited for the phone to ring. When it didn’t his anger rose zero point five levels. He glared at the phone. He was going to make it ring, torture it with heated looks until it would ring.

 

Ring, God damnit.

 

It didn’t ring, but his doorbell did.

 

Pete was remotely pleased and stood up. Somebody gave a shit about him.

 

“UPS!”

 

Pete sat back down, frowning. Never mind. He was not going to get that. Fuck it.

 

The door opened and he heard a smooth voice say, “Thank you, I’ll get that.”

 

Patrick walked into the living room, carrying a box in his hand. Pete ignored him and didn’t bother asking how he got in. He was still pissed, and he’ll be damned if he was going to be bribed by some shitty product that cost way too much for him to buy, anyways.

 

Deep in the depth of his brain, he vaguely thought of Clandestine, but brushed it away.

 

Patrick rubbed Hemingway behind the ears and sat on the couch. Pete was a little upset that Patrick didn’t walk over and kiss him softly like he wanted to.

 

“You okay?” Patrick should know him well enough not to ask that question.

 

Pete shook his head. To be quite honest, he really wasn’t. He was Pissed in the Pete Wentz Way, thank you very much.

 

“I thought so.” To Pete’s surprise, Patrick stood up and walked into the kitchen.

 

Pete fumed silently. Not only does Patrick refuse to kiss him, he leaves him alone in his time of need. What the fuck was he doing?

 

Really, Pete Wentz could be a selfish, insensitive asshole. He knew that. But his heart was good for most of the time. Unless he could actually come face to face with Snape. Then he’d show that jackass the consequences of killing Dumbledore.

 

Patrick walked back with a cupcake in his hand. He offered it to Pete without blinking an eye.

 

Maybe Patrick did know him pretty well.

 

Pete glared at the cupcake, then glared at Patrick.

 

“You want to go to your room?” Without looking back, he started walked away, slipping off his hoodie.

 

Oh yeah, Patrick knew him too well.

 

Grinning inwardly, Pete jumped up and ran after him. Really, who could be Pissed in a Pete Wentz Way when you can have Patrick Stump, in the Best Way?

Comments, con/crit?

thinkme_naive’s A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, which had many, many pictures of Pete Wentz looking like someone kicked his puppy. So, this little fic is for thinkme_naive, for being awesome and lovely and talented.

Aaand...enjoy the fic.