Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > The Unexpected Desires of the Heart
Have you ever wanted to murder someone, but couldn’t? Just because it’s ‘illegal’. So what? If they deserve it, it should be legal! Since I know I’d be screwed in Prison (haha literally) Pete Wentz is still breathing. I don’t know what’s scarier… prison or being attached by fangirls for murdering their precious Pete Wentz. He decided to wake up at 2 in the morning. He turned on all the lights and turned off the AC. He decided to put a CD in the DVD player and turn it up full blast. Unlike normal, Joe was the one holding me back. I was trying to wiggle out of Joe’s arm and attack a very blurry Pete Wentz. Joe says we’ll get him back then we’ll be even. I don’t want to get even; I want to beat the shit out of him! I glare at him from my seat at the table. Joe and Andy are on either both sides of me incase I do something ‘stupid’. And just incase it gets too bad, Mark is there too. Some friends, they don’t even trust me! Ok… I can’t blame them for that right now. My supposed-to-be Best Friend is being the Biggest Douche in the Universe! And I’m getting myself too lost in thought… Pete smirks. Oooh how I’d like to wipe that smirk off of his stupid face! I swear under my breath and look away from him.
“Where are we going now?” Pete asks, looking at me.
“Detroit…” Joe answers.
“Ok.” He frowns “I’m hungry.”
I roll my eyes.
“Then eat something.” Andy says slightly annoyed.
“There’s nothing to eat!”
I grit my teeth.
“We have a whole cabinet full of ramen noodles, eat that.” Andy shrugs.
“But I want pizza! ”
I ball my fists.
“Too bad! We have to get to Detroit in a few hours, we have food so why stop?” Andy snaps.
“Because I-“
“Oh my god if we get pizza will you shut the fuck up?” I yell.
“Maybe.”
“If its just maybe then we aren’t getting any. If we stop and get pizza you have to be quiet the rest of the way to Detroit. If you say anything I get to hit you!” I say heatedly.
He nods “Deal!”
Andy sighs, “I’ll go tell Mike we’re hungry…”
I frown and text him “Sry Anders…”
We stop and get cheese, pepperoni, and vegan cheese pizza.
“Now that you have pizza you have to shut up.” I smile.
He snorts with laughter “Yeah right. I was just trying to get pizza. As if I’m going to- OW!”
I draw my fist back and punch him in the arm.
“What the hell?”
“I told you if you talked I’d hit you!”
“I didn’t think you were serious.”
“There’s your problem! Ya don’t think!”
“Are you calling me stupid?”
“Yes, I believe I am.”
“Yeah? Well at least I’m not a fucking Fat Ass!”
My face falls. I go to my bunk and wipe my eyes.
“That was low Pete, even for you!” Joe says.
"Yeah why do you have to be such a jerk?" Mark asks.
"It's not my fault he's overweight!"
I hear a punch and a loud crack. Pete screams and I have a feeling we wont make it to Detroit tonight.
Kinda short, but let me know what you think???? Don't worry....Pete'll get what he deserves.
“Where are we going now?” Pete asks, looking at me.
“Detroit…” Joe answers.
“Ok.” He frowns “I’m hungry.”
I roll my eyes.
“Then eat something.” Andy says slightly annoyed.
“There’s nothing to eat!”
I grit my teeth.
“We have a whole cabinet full of ramen noodles, eat that.” Andy shrugs.
“But I want pizza! ”
I ball my fists.
“Too bad! We have to get to Detroit in a few hours, we have food so why stop?” Andy snaps.
“Because I-“
“Oh my god if we get pizza will you shut the fuck up?” I yell.
“Maybe.”
“If its just maybe then we aren’t getting any. If we stop and get pizza you have to be quiet the rest of the way to Detroit. If you say anything I get to hit you!” I say heatedly.
He nods “Deal!”
Andy sighs, “I’ll go tell Mike we’re hungry…”
I frown and text him “Sry Anders…”
We stop and get cheese, pepperoni, and vegan cheese pizza.
“Now that you have pizza you have to shut up.” I smile.
He snorts with laughter “Yeah right. I was just trying to get pizza. As if I’m going to- OW!”
I draw my fist back and punch him in the arm.
“What the hell?”
“I told you if you talked I’d hit you!”
“I didn’t think you were serious.”
“There’s your problem! Ya don’t think!”
“Are you calling me stupid?”
“Yes, I believe I am.”
“Yeah? Well at least I’m not a fucking Fat Ass!”
My face falls. I go to my bunk and wipe my eyes.
“That was low Pete, even for you!” Joe says.
"Yeah why do you have to be such a jerk?" Mark asks.
"It's not my fault he's overweight!"
I hear a punch and a loud crack. Pete screams and I have a feeling we wont make it to Detroit tonight.
Kinda short, but let me know what you think???? Don't worry....Pete'll get what he deserves.
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