"Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days. Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?"

"And now please welcome Mr. Peter Wentz to the stage," The crowd errupts in applause as I make my way to the stage. I wave to them before pecking Gerard's cheek.

"Nice to see you again, Gee," I say sitting down in the chair next to him. He smiles at me before turning towards the camera.

"He's a catch, folks. You should've known him before Counter Act and Gossip Real," I laugh at Gerard, hitting his shoulder.

I'd like to think that I haven't changed since before I started Counter Act with Lou, Andy, and Joe, but I know I have. Now, I know it might seem cliché, but our band blew the fuck up. Lou had an amazing voice, and Joe and Andy slayed on guitar and drums.

Apparently, I was pretty okay myself, since I now host one of the most popular news shows in the world. I guess I am pretty hot and amazing, though.

"So, Peter, when was the last time you saw Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman, and Louis Tomlinson?" Gerard asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I think back.

"I saw Andy and Joe probably, what, two or three months ago? They're adorable, by the way. Lou, well, that's a different story. We didn't really end on good terms. Probably six months? Miss 'em all like crazy," I explain, running a hand through my bright pink hair.

Gee gives me that smile. That 'I'm-up-to-something' smile. "Peter, please join myself and the audience in welcoming Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman, and Louis Tomlinson to the stage,"

My eyes go wide as Andy, Joe, and Lou make their way onto the stage, waving to the audience. Andy and Joe's hands are linked together, while Lou just kind of stood there. I feel ashamed to say that we hooked up more than a few times. He's only, like, twenty-four, which means he was probably underage the first time.

I hug all of them, whispering a few 'I'm fucking sorry's into Lou's ear, to which he smiles and shrugs it off. I think he's in a new band now. One Direction, if I remember correctly. He's been linked to another member in the band. Niall, or something.

"That's all the time we have today. I'd like to thank Counter Act for coming on today," Gee says, making all of us stand up and wave.

I laugh when Joe bows, hair flying everywhere, as I walk off stage. Andy catches up with me before I can leave, grabbing my shoulder. "Care to get some coffee with me, Wentzy?" He asks. "I already talked to Joe. He's gonna join us after he talks to Lou a bit more," I look at my phone. No texts or calls, so I am free.

"Sure, why not?" I grab my satchel and throw it over my shoulder, walking beside Andy. He suddenly stops.

"Shit, man, I left my phone. Be right back," Andy says, jogging back inside. I toss my satchel in my car before someone taps my shoulder.

"Yeah?" I say before something goes over my nose and mouth. I suddenly feel tired and sick as I fall to the ground. The last thing I remember hearing was Andy call out my name before he dropped beside me.

--

When I awake, I'm tied up and can't move, although that doesn't stop me from trying. I see a shadow approaching me. "You're never gonna get away," A voice whispers. "Might as well stop trying," I struggle to lift my head.

"Brendon, you're scaring the kid," Another voice says, and someone else crouches beside me. "Hey, Pete, I'm Patrick," The guy's voice is smooth and silky, and I like him way better than Brendon already.

"Fuck you, Patrick. Make sure they don't get away while I'm out," Brendon says before I hear a door slam. I hear a sigh as a light comes on.

A figure comes into view. An unknown guy appears in front of me, and holy fuck, he's gorgeous. He unties me before holding out his hand.

"Patrick," I take it. I'm intrigued by him. I know I should probably use this as my one chance to escape and beat the shit out of this kid, but he's interesting.

"Why?" I ask simply. His eyebrows raise as he pulls up a chair and turns in backwards before sitting on it. Holy shit, he better close those fucking legs right the fuck now.

"I've always had the biggest crush on you, you know. Celeb crush since I was twelve," He laughs at me. It's beautiful.

"You're young then?" I ask. I shouldn't care. The guy fucking kidnapped me. He laughs.

"Yeah, I guess. Thirty," He shrugs at me. My eyes widen. There's no way this kid is thirty. "What's it like to be the amazing Pete Wentz?" He asks me. He's being serious?

"It sucks, honestly," I say, making his eyebrows raise.

"How so?"

"You can't go anywhere without being mobbed. Girls, who you're not even interested in, throw themselves at you. It's terrible," I explain. His eyes go wide, and his jaw drops.

"So you're gay?" He asks. Oh shit. I didn't mean to say that. I nod in defeat. I just admitted that I didn't like girls. The kid isn't an idiot.

"Yeah. Boobs freak me out," I say. He laughs and nods. Patrick leans in, and for a second, I think he's going to kiss me. But he just strokes my cheek.

"You had an eyelash on your cheek," He tells me. I nod. Yeah, he's not interested in me at all. He was just helping a bro out. "I should probably check on the other guy now," My eyebrows furrow.

"Wait, what?" I look around. There's no one else in here. Patrick stands up.

"Andy. He's here," He says, opening the door.

Is this kid really stupid or something? I could literally knock him down and run. I'm not going to because he's interesting and intriguing and I want to kiss him, but if I was anyone else, they would've beat the shit out of him and ran the first chance they got.

Andy walks in with his hands tied up as he tries to lunge at Patrick. Patrick's hand is gripping his shoulder lightly as he sits him on the couch next to me. "Pete?" Andy comes in for a hug, but he can't put his arms around me, so it's kind of one-sided. "We've got to do something. We have to get out of here," He whispers lowly before, "Wait, you're untied? Fucking kill him,"

"Andy, he's a nice guy," I say. Andy's eyes widen, and he tries to move even just the slightest bit.

"He kidnapped us, Pete. He's not nice. Nice is nowhere near this!" He whisper-shouts at me. "If I was untied, I'd beat your ass and his," Andy threatens.

"Well, I guess someone's not getting untied anytime soon. Pete, want anything to drink?" Pete smiles at Patrick's sarcasm before he gets up and walks towards Patrick in the kitchen.

"Got any vegan food in there?" Andy calls out. Patrick laughs as he grabs some carrots.

"Take these to him, please," Pete nods and grabs the carrots as he joins his spot beside Andy. He puts one in Andy's mouth, making Andy groan in pleasure.

Maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe it will all be okay.

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