Hello Stumplings! It's Patrick and I'm back to showcase more of my sassy situations.

Of course, around fans, I act a little differently. There's a lot of young fans (no I don't mean you five year olds watching Big Hero 6 and listening to Immortals). There's a time to act civil and mature and a time to be goofy.

Naturally, I like to joke around with the guys when I'm off camera and out of the spotlight. When we had this interview... Pete threw me off - like he always tries to do - and I spit out the only thing I could.

Here it goes:

We had learned it was the 30th anniversary in Alternative Press and they wanted us to speak about it and our upcoming album, "American Beauty / American Psycho". I dressed up in a red shirt, black jeans, a black leather jacket, and a matching fedora. I was feeling the emo dad side of me come out. On the other hand, Pete sat across from me in his blonde hair and an Iron Maiden shirt.

"Dude... I remember AP was the first magazine that took a chance and put us on the cover, you know? There will always be a special - and I mean like we together - and there will always be a special place for them in our hearts," Pete began to explain the long, boring story.

I leaned my elbow on the table and my head on my knuckles, almost dozing off. They didn't give us a coffee this time. What a shame. I slept with my eyes open as Pete rambled on.

"I remember - umm... at... Boston's Warped Tour, we were working on the main stage and our record was breaking. I remember taking a picture backstage for like AP and it was just a pressure moment and-"

I chuckled a little too loudly, hiding a snore and smiled at Pete with a blush in my cheeks.

"I see that picture - like..."

"Everywhere," we both said in unison.

I sat up straight in my seat and pointed to Pete, accidentally hitting his elbow, "Yeah, that's really funny too because we had like five photoshoots that day," I remembered and concentrated on the memory, "One of them involved us getting soaked with water."

Pete turned to the camera and laughed, "That was Patrick's idea," he sarcastically remarked.

I gave him a glare, unsure of his sarcasm then. I raised my eyebrows and followed his gaze to the camera while he snickered at me.

"No," I shook my head, "And we were on Warped Tour so we only had - like, you know - two pairs of clothes like at all. Right? You know, you're broke with the band or whatever."

I glanced at Pete. Apparently it was his turn to sleep while I was talking. I wiped my sweaty palms on my knees and eyed him while his head turned towards the ground. He played with cracks in the table, totally uninterested in what I had to say.

"So," I start up again, playing off a smile and trying not to sound annoyed, "I remember that photo, that we took for AP was like - and I think that was the last one that we took that day - and like... We super don't... I mean, we just took so many photos that day and we super don't care and I think there's something great about that."

Pete interrupted the end of my sentence with a "Yeah." He finally had woken up and pretended that he understood the story I just told while he was out.

"Yeah," I mocked him and giggled. I bit my lip and tried out different death glares at Pete while he continued, "I always remember seeing other bands and it's pretty cool - like - it made me think that and you still have these child-like moments in parts of your life while I was like over in an office."

I straightened up and waiting impatiently to finish, a smug smile painted across my face, ready to tell my next story and ready for Pete's boring one to end.

"How do you feel about being chosen for the cover of AP's 30th anniversary issue?" they asked before I could say anything. I turned my eyes away and forced my smile on, silently patting the table. If there wasn't a camera I would've definitely pounded on it a few times.

Pete laughed, "It's a fucking big deal. Because..." he blanked out. I wasn't about to help him. That's his problem. He does it to me all the time. It's time for a taste of your own medicine.

"Patrick, you're 30, right?" he blurted out randomly.

I raised my eyebrows. I was a month away from turning 31. He didn't know that? Unless he was just looking for something to say.

"I am 30," I say in the calmest voice I can muster.

"So... Yeah. We're celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of Patrick's life as well," Pete said.

I knew the fans would be looking at me in that moment and I didn't know how to react to Pete's stupidity so I just shrugged to the camera.

"Yay!" I squealed sarcastically and started up again, "You know, it's wild. It's wild that we can say that we've been on the cover that many times. It's wild that there's anyone willing to let us be on the cover that many times. Especially since there's-"

Pete held a finger up to the camera, asking me to wait. Then he looked over at me.

"Sorry..."

"Go ahead..." I said condescendingly and stared into his eyes.

He motioned for me to continue, realizing how douchey he was being.

"I was just gonna say I look like a fool on some of those covers," I finished and laughed.

He still interrupted me, "I feel like the only... The only thing is... 'Thanks Pete'."

My cheeks go brick red and I stare a hole into the beaten up table. ARE YOU SERIOUS? PETER WENTZ WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THIS! I wanted to slap him so hard in that moment.

"Oh... Yeah..." I tried to play it off.

"That happened at the AP awards..." Pete explained to the camera, "the 'Thanks Pete' moment."

"That's not-" I started and continued, "That's not AP's fault, that's the internet's."

Pete kept laughing at me, "That's not Patrick's favorite moment."

"But that's mine!" he whispered to the camera and pointed to himself.

Meanwhile, I was in an extreme cringe attack, sitting with my lips pressed together, turning white with anger and embarrassment. My eyes turned from my hands to the table, the camera, and Pete.

I thought up a sassy remark, pushing my eyebrows up and giving a look to the camera. Even though I was kinda delayed, I kept on, "No Thanks Pete!"

Pete burst out, hysterically laughing at me. I realized how awful it was and decided maybe it was a good thing to push it even further by moving my head and making a winky face.

"Memed it!" Pete said and pat my back. I wanted to slap his hand that time.

"Memed it," I repeated, completely unaware what he was talking about.

Just as the camera was turning off, I looked at Pete with the worst glare I could give and waited until we were out the door to kill him.

Don't embarrass awkward, sassy Patrick because you will get killed ;)

~ @JennaAmore