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I sat at my vanity table at home brushing out my hair when the door slammed open and hit the wall.
“Peter my love” I grinned looking at him in the mirror as I placed my brush down and turned to face him. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t slam open my door like that darling, that black and peanut red Damask flock wallpaper cost me $195 per roll and I’d hate for you to damage it.” I turned back to my mirror and began brushing my hair again.
“Where were you Alex?” He roared.
“What are you talking about Pete?” I hissed storming over to him and closing the door “And do you mind not roaring at me in my house?! Do you WANT Andy to find out about us?” He grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me back to him as I turned to walk away.
It had been 4 weeks since my show and this was the first time I had seen Pete. I took a little time off from performing and took a little trip to the Bahamas to get a small cosmetic procedure preformed. Birthmark removal. I smiled at him as he pressed me against the wall and undid my dressing gown.
“Oh Peter when did you become so forceful, I like it” I purred.
He grabbed my leg behind the knee and pulled it upwards before dropping it back down.
“Where’s it gone?”
“Where’s what gone?”
“You’re Birthmark Lex”
“Babe, I had that removed over 5 months ago, just shows how much attention you pay me you asshole” I growled, snatching my robe closed again. “The doctors thought it looked dangerous. I told you all of this but do you listen, NO. In fact you haven’t paid me a tap of attention in almost a year. You only call me when you want your bit of fun and then you’re off again playing the big superstar playboy. In fact who was that blonde girl you were at The Black Cat with a few weeks ago?” His mouth gaped open and closed like a fish gasping for air. I had successfully distracted him from my birthmark and I had the upper hand now. “Oh, you think I didn’t know I was the only one, you think I didn’t know about the new one every week? But you always came crawling back with your tail. Between. Your. Legs.” I whispered walking my fingers up his chest.
“Lex I…”
“Whats that you were just leaving?”
“I’m sorry Lex, I promise I won’t do it again I swear, just let me make it up to you.”
“I’m not playing the shadow girl anymore love.”
“You can’t DO this to me Alex, I’M Pete Wentz, you can’t dump ME” He stamped his foot. Oh My God he actually stamped his foot like a child. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Pete darling, I think you should go” I smiled holding the door open. He stormed past me, stamped down the stairs and slammed the front door. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud before I started to cry. Hard.
I loved Pete, with all my heart but seeing him with that other girl, out in public. Somewhere he’d never go with me just broke me to bits inside. I’m no ones dirty little secret. I sat on my bed and dragged open my drawer; I grabbed the stack of pictures of me and him. All taken right here in this room. And I began to rip. I heard the door click open and then closed and the bed dipped behind me and someone pulled my shoulders back against they’re chest. I curled up against them and cried until no more tears came.
“Lex, whats going on?” Andy muttered kissing my hair.
“Petes an asshole” I hissed.
“Yeah, we all know that Lex.”
“He didn’t want people to know about us because he had an “image” to uphold. Can you frickin believe that?!”
“I can actually Al” I glared at him through tear stained eyes. I climbed off my bed and started grabbing clothes from my drawers and fixing my outfit for the day. I sat on the corner of the bed and began to pull on my stockings and snapped my suspenders closed to hold them up. I pulled out my shoe rack and grabbed my Chanel heels and slipped them on as I tottered around the room grabbing my shirt and skirt off the dresser. I turned back to Andy with my hands on my hips.
“Do yeh mind leaving?” He just stared back at me. “Suit yourself” I shrugged. I was used to taking my clothes off in front of people by now. I slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders and it dropped around my feet I stepped out of it and into my pencil skirt. I wiggled it up over my hips as I moved about my room doing my hair and putting on my make-up. I could feel Andy’s eyes on me as I moved about. I finished my make-up and pulled on my white shirt and tucked it into my skirt. I turned to face him and he was standing so close to me. My breath hitched in my throat as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. A wave of heat washed over me as his mouth moved closer to mine, I placed my hands around his neck as I closed my eyes anticipating the moment our lips met.
It was wrong, but so right, he wasn’t my brother, but I had lived with him like a brother for the last 8 years, he was no relation to me, but it was still wrong.
I could feel his breath caressing my lips. Our lips just barely touched before he shoved me away suddenly. I lost my balance and skittered backwards before the back of my knees hit the bed and I fell backwards onto it.
“Jesus Christ And. What the fuck was that for?!” I gasped propping myself up on my elbows.
“Al no, we can’t do this, you’re my sister. I had to push you away, you were getting too close.”
“ME?! You were the one that could barely tear your eyes off of me. You were the one that started this and now you’re in my god damn head.” I screamed propelling myself off the bed and shoving him out the door. “I won’t take the blame for this. No way in hell.”
“The way you were sauntering around in front of me wearing barely anything. I’m only a man.” He shouted pushing me back from the door.
“Would you shut your mouth Andy, do you WANT your mom to know you were fantasising about your sister?! Man or no man that’s still a little fucked don’t you think?!” I hissed.
“Moms gone to England for 2 months”
“Well wow, thanks for letting me know. Please get out of my room now.”
“No, I’m not leaving. What did you mean when you said I was in your head?”
“Your in my head now, I can’t think of you like a brother anymore. The way you were looking at me. I just… want… you. Now.” I breathed stepping back out of arms reach. “Why were you looking at me like that? I thought I was just a sister to you.”
“I’ve never seen you as just a sister Lexi… And lately all I can think of is you.”
“It’s wrong Andy. What would your mom say?” I argued weakly subconsciously moving closer to him.
“Does it matter?” he breathed reaching for me and pressing me to his body. I lost my power speech and I shook my head as once more his lips came to meet mine. We were but a centimetre apart when the front door slammed open downstairs. Once more I was shoved away. Pete’s voice floated up the stairs to us.
“For fuck sakes. I’m SICK of men.” I shouted slamming my door as Andy raced from my room and down the stairs.
Always kept at arms length and always pushed away.
My name is Alex Hurley and my family ignores me. As well as any man in my life.
My name is also Alexis De Milo and some men would sell they're soul for the chance to be with me.
My name is Alexandra Klassen and I'm a lost soul.
Who the hell am I?
“Peter my love” I grinned looking at him in the mirror as I placed my brush down and turned to face him. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t slam open my door like that darling, that black and peanut red Damask flock wallpaper cost me $195 per roll and I’d hate for you to damage it.” I turned back to my mirror and began brushing my hair again.
“Where were you Alex?” He roared.
“What are you talking about Pete?” I hissed storming over to him and closing the door “And do you mind not roaring at me in my house?! Do you WANT Andy to find out about us?” He grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me back to him as I turned to walk away.
It had been 4 weeks since my show and this was the first time I had seen Pete. I took a little time off from performing and took a little trip to the Bahamas to get a small cosmetic procedure preformed. Birthmark removal. I smiled at him as he pressed me against the wall and undid my dressing gown.
“Oh Peter when did you become so forceful, I like it” I purred.
He grabbed my leg behind the knee and pulled it upwards before dropping it back down.
“Where’s it gone?”
“Where’s what gone?”
“You’re Birthmark Lex”
“Babe, I had that removed over 5 months ago, just shows how much attention you pay me you asshole” I growled, snatching my robe closed again. “The doctors thought it looked dangerous. I told you all of this but do you listen, NO. In fact you haven’t paid me a tap of attention in almost a year. You only call me when you want your bit of fun and then you’re off again playing the big superstar playboy. In fact who was that blonde girl you were at The Black Cat with a few weeks ago?” His mouth gaped open and closed like a fish gasping for air. I had successfully distracted him from my birthmark and I had the upper hand now. “Oh, you think I didn’t know I was the only one, you think I didn’t know about the new one every week? But you always came crawling back with your tail. Between. Your. Legs.” I whispered walking my fingers up his chest.
“Lex I…”
“Whats that you were just leaving?”
“I’m sorry Lex, I promise I won’t do it again I swear, just let me make it up to you.”
“I’m not playing the shadow girl anymore love.”
“You can’t DO this to me Alex, I’M Pete Wentz, you can’t dump ME” He stamped his foot. Oh My God he actually stamped his foot like a child. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Pete darling, I think you should go” I smiled holding the door open. He stormed past me, stamped down the stairs and slammed the front door. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud before I started to cry. Hard.
I loved Pete, with all my heart but seeing him with that other girl, out in public. Somewhere he’d never go with me just broke me to bits inside. I’m no ones dirty little secret. I sat on my bed and dragged open my drawer; I grabbed the stack of pictures of me and him. All taken right here in this room. And I began to rip. I heard the door click open and then closed and the bed dipped behind me and someone pulled my shoulders back against they’re chest. I curled up against them and cried until no more tears came.
“Lex, whats going on?” Andy muttered kissing my hair.
“Petes an asshole” I hissed.
“Yeah, we all know that Lex.”
“He didn’t want people to know about us because he had an “image” to uphold. Can you frickin believe that?!”
“I can actually Al” I glared at him through tear stained eyes. I climbed off my bed and started grabbing clothes from my drawers and fixing my outfit for the day. I sat on the corner of the bed and began to pull on my stockings and snapped my suspenders closed to hold them up. I pulled out my shoe rack and grabbed my Chanel heels and slipped them on as I tottered around the room grabbing my shirt and skirt off the dresser. I turned back to Andy with my hands on my hips.
“Do yeh mind leaving?” He just stared back at me. “Suit yourself” I shrugged. I was used to taking my clothes off in front of people by now. I slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders and it dropped around my feet I stepped out of it and into my pencil skirt. I wiggled it up over my hips as I moved about my room doing my hair and putting on my make-up. I could feel Andy’s eyes on me as I moved about. I finished my make-up and pulled on my white shirt and tucked it into my skirt. I turned to face him and he was standing so close to me. My breath hitched in my throat as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. A wave of heat washed over me as his mouth moved closer to mine, I placed my hands around his neck as I closed my eyes anticipating the moment our lips met.
It was wrong, but so right, he wasn’t my brother, but I had lived with him like a brother for the last 8 years, he was no relation to me, but it was still wrong.
I could feel his breath caressing my lips. Our lips just barely touched before he shoved me away suddenly. I lost my balance and skittered backwards before the back of my knees hit the bed and I fell backwards onto it.
“Jesus Christ And. What the fuck was that for?!” I gasped propping myself up on my elbows.
“Al no, we can’t do this, you’re my sister. I had to push you away, you were getting too close.”
“ME?! You were the one that could barely tear your eyes off of me. You were the one that started this and now you’re in my god damn head.” I screamed propelling myself off the bed and shoving him out the door. “I won’t take the blame for this. No way in hell.”
“The way you were sauntering around in front of me wearing barely anything. I’m only a man.” He shouted pushing me back from the door.
“Would you shut your mouth Andy, do you WANT your mom to know you were fantasising about your sister?! Man or no man that’s still a little fucked don’t you think?!” I hissed.
“Moms gone to England for 2 months”
“Well wow, thanks for letting me know. Please get out of my room now.”
“No, I’m not leaving. What did you mean when you said I was in your head?”
“Your in my head now, I can’t think of you like a brother anymore. The way you were looking at me. I just… want… you. Now.” I breathed stepping back out of arms reach. “Why were you looking at me like that? I thought I was just a sister to you.”
“I’ve never seen you as just a sister Lexi… And lately all I can think of is you.”
“It’s wrong Andy. What would your mom say?” I argued weakly subconsciously moving closer to him.
“Does it matter?” he breathed reaching for me and pressing me to his body. I lost my power speech and I shook my head as once more his lips came to meet mine. We were but a centimetre apart when the front door slammed open downstairs. Once more I was shoved away. Pete’s voice floated up the stairs to us.
“For fuck sakes. I’m SICK of men.” I shouted slamming my door as Andy raced from my room and down the stairs.
Always kept at arms length and always pushed away.
My name is Alex Hurley and my family ignores me. As well as any man in my life.
My name is also Alexis De Milo and some men would sell they're soul for the chance to be with me.
My name is Alexandra Klassen and I'm a lost soul.
Who the hell am I?
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