Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy Tonight?
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"Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know. You were the last good thing about this part of town," I sing to myself as I make a bowl of cereal. I'm glad it's only Saturday.

My phone buzzes in the pocket of my sweats, and I stop what I'm doing to fish it out of my pocket. The contact reads 'Peter' with a heart by it, and I roll my eyes, answering.

"Any idea why there's a heart by your name in my phone?" I put him on speaker so I can continue to make my bowl of cereal.

"Cut out the crap, Pattycakes. I know you like me," I can just imagine the smirk on his face as he says that. "As much as I love seeing you in sweats that are way too big without a shirt on, get dressed. We're going out," I stop pouring my cereal.

"Wait, what?" I ask. How is Pete seeing me? I look out of the kitchen window, and sure enough, his car is parked in my driveway. I roll my eyes again. "Any idea who this stalker is outside my window? Jesus, you kiss him once, and he shows up everywhere," He laughs after that.

"You love me," I shake my head vigorously.

"Hardly. You might as well come in. I'll be a few minutes," He hangs up, and I look through the window. He's wearing skinny jeans that are really, really tight with a red shirt and black hoodie that's unzipped.

He doesn't knock, coming straight in and saying, "Honey, I'm home," I scoff.

"Yeah, yeah," I run a hand through my messed up hair. It looks terrible. "I'm wearing a hat," I tell him, and he frowns.

"Aw, 'Rick," He whines. I'm going to kill him. I hate that nickname.

"Look at this mess," I point to my hair. He comes closer and runs his hands through it.

"Gorgeous," He mumbles, but I still hear it. Blushing wildly, I close my eyes as he continues to play with my hair. "Seriously. What fucking planet did you come from?" I laugh.

"Earth," He hits my head lightly before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. We kiss for a few seconds before he pulls away, ruffling my hair.

"More like heaven. You know, one of these days I'm going to ask you where you learned to kiss like that. Now go get dressed," He pushes me towards the living room door, smacking my ass as I go. I feel my cheeks heat up as I walk off to my room.

I grab a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, pulling them on along with a short sleeved yellow shirt and my Green Bay snapback. I run my fingers through my messed up hair a few times before placing my hat on it. I decide to wear my glasses tonight, putting them on as I shut my door.

Walking down the stairs, I hear Orange Is the New Black's theme song. Rolling my eyes, I see Pete sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"I see you found out how to work Netflix," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Finally. You take longer than anyone I've ever seen," He looks at his watch. "We're going to be late if we don't leave right now," He grabs my hand and drags me out the door, barely giving me enough time to lock it.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Where are we going?" I say once we get in the car. I really don't want to go to the hospital because of Pete Wentz. He can barely drive period, and I can't handle him driving fast. I put on my seatbelt for the first time in a while, holding the little handle above my head with my right hand and Pete's hand with my left.

"You'll see, babe," He doesn't slow down, much to my dismay. I squeeze his hand every time we hit a bad bump, to which he squeezes back.

"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third, if you don't slow down," I threaten, but he just smiles like he doesn't hear me. He pulls into a wooded area, and I almost freeze. Holy smokes, what are we doing here?

"Coming, 'Rick?" Pete asks, sticking his head back in the door. I didn't realise he got out.

"Pete, where are we going?" I ask shakily. I don't have a good history with woods. One time, when I was four, my mom and dad -- they were still married at the time -- took me on a camping trip, and I got lost in the woods alone for two days. They said they almost gave up. That's when I started hating my parents.

"'Rick, you trust me, right?" I nod my head before quickly shaking it. He frowns.

"I.. Pete, I hate the woods," He simply smiles before shutting his door and coming around to mine, opening it.

"I'll hold your hand, sweetheart," He helps me out of the car and holds my hand the entire way through the woods, whispering reassuring words into my ear. "Here we are," I look up for the first time, and it takes my breath away.

There's a really big lake and a small cabin next to it. Joe and Andy are outside beside the lake, throwing rocks at it. "Hey, man," Joe runs up to us, doing some handshake with Pete before hugging me.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask Joe, who just points to Pete. I turn towards him. "Care to explain?" I gesture to all of this.

"Camping trip. I didn't figure you'd want to be alone for spring break, right?" I laugh and smile as Joe runs off to Andy. Pete goes to walk towards the cabin, but I pull him back.

"Come here," I kiss him, and he immediately kisses me back. When he takes my bottom lip in his mouth (chewing on my lip ring, that idiot), I pull away and kiss his cheek before running off to Andy and Joe.

"Patrick Stump, you take my breath away," He calls out, going to put his bag and mine on the porch of the cabin.

"I try," I say, laughing as Andy pushes Joe in the water. Joe comes up, frowning at Andy.

"Are you going to help me?" I roll my eyes, and Andy and I each grab one of Joe's hands. He pulls us both in the water. Seconds later, I feel a splash beside me and arms around my waist.

"Ready for some fun, Stumpy?" Pete asks me before kissing my cheek and pulling my underwater.

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HOLY SMOKES THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS ALREADY WTF

Next chap up sometime tomorrow