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Jessi's POV


I walked into the building, rather pissed off. I had just gotten fired from my job.I had just caught my boyfriend of 2 years cheating on me. Can life suck anymore. Agh... I walking into the building and sat at the bar and ordered a shot of JD. The batender looked at me.
"ID, please?" He asked.
"Sure." I said digging out my fake ID.
"Julie Anderson, huh?" He asked.
"Yep, that's me." I said smiling.
"Sorry, kid." He said.
"Believe whatever you want. I'm out of here." I said walking out the door and bumping right into someone. I fell on my ass.
"Oh shit, sorry. Are you okay?" the guy asked as he held his hand out for me to take. I looked up and my eyes were staring right into Pete Wentz.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said dusting myself off.
"Look, I'm really sorry. How about a buy you a drink." He offered.
"Can't." I simply said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Not old enough." I said.
"Oh, how old are you?" He asked.
"What is this 20 questions. I'm 19." I said.
"Oh, yeah pretty much 20 questions. What's your name?" He asked.
"Jessi Anderson." I said.
"Well I'm Pete Wentz." He said looking down.
"Uhh not to sound like a fan girl but I already knew that." I said smiling.
"Yeah, well hey, how about we get some coffee? Cuz you seem like your in a pissed off mood and I needed away from Ashlee. We both can talk about, if you want too, that is?" He asked.
" Sure hanging out with you, should be cool. And you really trust me with your problems?" I asked.
"Yeah, I sure am." He said as we walked into Starbucks.
" How many I help you two today?" The cashier asked.
" Just a mocha frap." I said.
"Make that two." Pete said holding up two fingers.
" That'll be 7.75. Paying seprated or together." She asked.
"Seprated." I said.
"Together." Pete said. He had already handed her the money. I grabbed my cup and we walked over to the table.
"Dick." I said.
"How come?" He asked.
"Paying for my coffee." I said.
"Oh, it's cool. I don't mind." He said.
"Of course, you don't." I said.
"Okay, this is gonna sound really stupid cuz you know I just met you and everything and I know your a fan of my band and I wondering if you would like to be one of our merch girls?" Pete asked. I just looked at him, shocked.
"So, will you?" He asked.
"Uhh, well I just got fired from my job and my boyfriend just cheated on me so no use to stay around here, well except for my best friend, Faith. I don't know." I said.
"Well, we can wait for the answer. What about this boyfriend cheating on you?" He asked.
" Uhh, Andrew. We were together for 2 years and we lived together and I walked in from work, cuz I got fired today and I walked into our room, thinking he would be asleep cuz he works the graveyard shift, but only he wasn't sleeping he was fucking one of my best friends, Paige." I said.
"Shit, that has to be hard." Pete said looking down at his cup.
"Yeah, it is. I just want away. I would of left eventually." I said.
"Yeah, but just think, you might leave with a hot band." He said.
" Sure, sure. I don't know. I don't wanna leave Faith here." I said.
"She can come too." Pete said.
"I'd have to ask her." I said.
"Okay, well here is my number. Can I have yours?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure." I said. Handing him a napkins that had my number on it.
"Well I should be heading back. The guys will get worried, exspecailly Patrick." He said.
"Patrick Stump...Joe Trohman...Andy Hurley...this will rock." I said, smiling.
"Your so cool." He said.
"Not as cool as you." I said.
" Well, I'll call you later." He said.
"Alrighty." I said. He pulled me into a hug.
"What is this?" I heard a girl ask. I turned around and seen Ashlee Simpson standing there with a pissed off look.