Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Second Star to the Right....
June 3rd 2006
I sat in the dark living room alone slowly dragging on a cigarette. The only light that illuminated the room was the red light the shone off the stereo as it played an old tape of The Smiths that once belonged to Pete. It was June 3rd and today would have been our 5th anniversary. So here I am just as I am on every 3rd of June that has passed without him, wearing his shirt and listening to his smiths tape. I miss him more and more everyday, and everyday it feels more like he's never coming home. Sometimes my brain plays tricks on me and I swear that I can see him. some nights I wake up covered in sweat and trying to catch my breath after a nightmare about his demise. I leaned my head against the antique chair I was sitting on and I let out a sigh. There was silence as one song ended and the seconds passed before the next song started. I glanced at the clock. It was nearly one am, that meant that Kimmy would be home soon. She was a bartender at a strip club on main street. I reached to the coffee table and grabbed my glass of wine. I sipped it slowly and let my thoughts wander to memories of me and Peter.
"oh my god, what happened?" I exclaimed as pete walked through my front door at nearly two am with cuts and bruises on his face. he didn't answer me but he removed his jacket slowly and sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"pete, what the fuck..." I began but I was cut off quickly by his voice.
"Wendy, you know that I love you right?" he said as he held my hands tightly
"yes, peter. And I love you too" I whispered softy as i looked over his bruised face.
he swallowed hard and looked up at me with his warm honey colored eyes. He took a deep breath and bit his lip
"I'm in trouble Wendy...."
we got into the car and drove down highway 118,to a man named Vincent's house. on the way there pete told me how he had borrowed money from this man and his time was up and he still couldn't pay him back. he explained to me that he went to see this man earlier and he threatened to hurt people that were close to pete if he didn't get his money. I wasn't sure what his intentions were going to be once we arrived at our destination. I had a hunch, I just prayed I was wrong.
I gripped his hand tightly as we made our way into the house and walked down the hall to the sleeping man's bedroom.When we stood outside of the bedroom door pete pulled out a gun.
"I want you to stay here and be very quiet wendy" he whispered.
my eyes widened at the sight of the gun but I simply nodded and leaned against the wall and let a few tears slide down my cheek. he kissed my forehead and told me he loved me before opening the door slowly and stepping into the room.
I heard yelling then a single gunshot. My heart began to pound wildly as I looked up at the door. I didn't know who was shot, I just prayed it wasn't peter. As I saw the knob slowly turning I swear my heart stopped beating. The door swung open and Pete stood there with blood spattered across his clothes.
"oh pete, what did you do...?" I whispered, even though i knew what he had done.
he swallowed hard and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "I had to wendy, I didn't know what else to do." he took in a shakey breath.
I just looked at him with shock in my eyes and I began to sob. He threw his arms around me and held me.
"what if someone finds out?" i stammered out.
"no one will, it's not like this guy was part of a mob or anything. he said he acted alone, and that he was the guy i should be afraid of..."
but little did pete know, that guy didn't act alone. he in fact had many, many people that we would have to answer to for what had happened that night.
I took another slow drag off my cigarette and closed my eyes in thought as i exhaled. my thoughts were interupted when my cell phone started vibrating on the table.
"Hello?" I answered
"Wendy, it's Kimmy. Let's go out to dinner tonight. I know for a fact that you haven't eaten"
I sighed, I didn't want to go but I knew I had to eat.
"Ok, where do you wanna meet up at?" I took another drag and exhaled it slowly as I waited for her reply.
"Denny's is the only restaurant open at nearly one am" she laughed a bit
I agreed and we decided that she would come pick me up. I got dressed and waited in the living room. I couldn't help but think about peter and all the things we'd been through as I waited in the dark.I remembered the night we had to go into hiding, I remembered the threatening letters and phone calls,I remembered the night I killed for him, I remember the night he killed for me. Looking back on it all I never thought that my life would be like this. I never thought that I'd have people after me. I never thought I woulda been so involved in drugs. I never thought I'd lose peter.
Kimmy walked in and jumped on me "I missed you bitch "
I laughed and rolled off the couch with her
"You were only gone for a few hours " I laughed and for a second forgot about Pete.
"yeah but still, you're my partner in crime "she laughed.
I hugged her, and looked in her eyes. her pupils were huge, i knew she was coked out."are you ready?" I asked as I grabbed my jacket.
She nodded and changed her shoes and headed for the door. I turned off the tape and followed her out. As I stepped out into the cool night air I lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"Kimmy?" I asked as I looked over at her
"yeah wend?" she replied
"do you think he's out there somewhere?"
She nodded a little and lit a cigarette of her own. "He'll find you Wendy, I know he will."
We got in the car and drove to the restraunt, I stared out the window wishing that he was the one who was driving me to dinner. I sighed and got out as we pulled up to Denny's. I ate in silence as I listened to her talk about her day and who she saw and what they talked about. I began to day dream about peter. I missed his touch. I missed his kiss. I miss the way he made love to me. I was snapped out of my daydreams by Kimmy's phone ringing. I listened to her talk softly into the phone then quickly pull out a pen and scribble an address on a napkin.
"We're going to a party" she said while smirking.
I was gonna protest but something made me change my mind. I simply nodded and followed her out and back to the car.
Back at the house she went through her closet and pulled out various outfits and shoes. She stopped only to snort a line of coke that was laid out on her dresser. We got changed and did a few more lines before heading to the party. On the ride there I learned that the host of this shindig was her boss's son. He owned club Moscow and he was rich as fuck. We walked in and were handed masquerade masks at the door. It was odd to me but I didn't protest I put it on and wandered into the club. Kimmy met up with other friends that she works with and imeadiantly went off to "powder her nose" I sat at the bar sipping my third martini while looking at the various people who were there. I sighed and turned around and came face to face, well rather mask to mask with a boy. He had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of peter's. he said nothing but took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He pulled me to him with a smirk and we began to dance. I just stared into his eyes and became lost. as the music beat on we continued to dance close to eachother. his hands only left my hips to do a bump of coke out of a small vial and then handing it to me to do the same. Before I knew it we were in a dark back room and his hands were up my skirt. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the drugs but I swear on my life it was peter. We never said a word, we just silently fucked in perfect rhythm with each other. I didn't dare take his mask off, I was fantasizing it was Pete and I didn't want the illusion to be ruined. When we were done I looked into his eyes and went to speak but he put his finger to my lips and kissed me softly then walked back to the party. I stood there in the dark, feeling strangely fine. I gathered my things and walked back into the main room just in time to see the mystery boy walking out. I wanted to follow and see who he was, but my feet stayed where they were. A few moments later I was in the car heading home with Kim. i was staring out the window while leaning back on the passengers seat inhaling the scent that the boy left on me,trying to place where i had smelt it before, then it hit me. I sat up and inhaled the scent once more. It smelled like peter...
I sat in the dark living room alone slowly dragging on a cigarette. The only light that illuminated the room was the red light the shone off the stereo as it played an old tape of The Smiths that once belonged to Pete. It was June 3rd and today would have been our 5th anniversary. So here I am just as I am on every 3rd of June that has passed without him, wearing his shirt and listening to his smiths tape. I miss him more and more everyday, and everyday it feels more like he's never coming home. Sometimes my brain plays tricks on me and I swear that I can see him. some nights I wake up covered in sweat and trying to catch my breath after a nightmare about his demise. I leaned my head against the antique chair I was sitting on and I let out a sigh. There was silence as one song ended and the seconds passed before the next song started. I glanced at the clock. It was nearly one am, that meant that Kimmy would be home soon. She was a bartender at a strip club on main street. I reached to the coffee table and grabbed my glass of wine. I sipped it slowly and let my thoughts wander to memories of me and Peter.
"oh my god, what happened?" I exclaimed as pete walked through my front door at nearly two am with cuts and bruises on his face. he didn't answer me but he removed his jacket slowly and sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"pete, what the fuck..." I began but I was cut off quickly by his voice.
"Wendy, you know that I love you right?" he said as he held my hands tightly
"yes, peter. And I love you too" I whispered softy as i looked over his bruised face.
he swallowed hard and looked up at me with his warm honey colored eyes. He took a deep breath and bit his lip
"I'm in trouble Wendy...."
we got into the car and drove down highway 118,to a man named Vincent's house. on the way there pete told me how he had borrowed money from this man and his time was up and he still couldn't pay him back. he explained to me that he went to see this man earlier and he threatened to hurt people that were close to pete if he didn't get his money. I wasn't sure what his intentions were going to be once we arrived at our destination. I had a hunch, I just prayed I was wrong.
I gripped his hand tightly as we made our way into the house and walked down the hall to the sleeping man's bedroom.When we stood outside of the bedroom door pete pulled out a gun.
"I want you to stay here and be very quiet wendy" he whispered.
my eyes widened at the sight of the gun but I simply nodded and leaned against the wall and let a few tears slide down my cheek. he kissed my forehead and told me he loved me before opening the door slowly and stepping into the room.
I heard yelling then a single gunshot. My heart began to pound wildly as I looked up at the door. I didn't know who was shot, I just prayed it wasn't peter. As I saw the knob slowly turning I swear my heart stopped beating. The door swung open and Pete stood there with blood spattered across his clothes.
"oh pete, what did you do...?" I whispered, even though i knew what he had done.
he swallowed hard and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "I had to wendy, I didn't know what else to do." he took in a shakey breath.
I just looked at him with shock in my eyes and I began to sob. He threw his arms around me and held me.
"what if someone finds out?" i stammered out.
"no one will, it's not like this guy was part of a mob or anything. he said he acted alone, and that he was the guy i should be afraid of..."
but little did pete know, that guy didn't act alone. he in fact had many, many people that we would have to answer to for what had happened that night.
I took another slow drag off my cigarette and closed my eyes in thought as i exhaled. my thoughts were interupted when my cell phone started vibrating on the table.
"Hello?" I answered
"Wendy, it's Kimmy. Let's go out to dinner tonight. I know for a fact that you haven't eaten"
I sighed, I didn't want to go but I knew I had to eat.
"Ok, where do you wanna meet up at?" I took another drag and exhaled it slowly as I waited for her reply.
"Denny's is the only restaurant open at nearly one am" she laughed a bit
I agreed and we decided that she would come pick me up. I got dressed and waited in the living room. I couldn't help but think about peter and all the things we'd been through as I waited in the dark.I remembered the night we had to go into hiding, I remembered the threatening letters and phone calls,I remembered the night I killed for him, I remember the night he killed for me. Looking back on it all I never thought that my life would be like this. I never thought that I'd have people after me. I never thought I woulda been so involved in drugs. I never thought I'd lose peter.
Kimmy walked in and jumped on me "I missed you bitch "
I laughed and rolled off the couch with her
"You were only gone for a few hours " I laughed and for a second forgot about Pete.
"yeah but still, you're my partner in crime "she laughed.
I hugged her, and looked in her eyes. her pupils were huge, i knew she was coked out."are you ready?" I asked as I grabbed my jacket.
She nodded and changed her shoes and headed for the door. I turned off the tape and followed her out. As I stepped out into the cool night air I lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"Kimmy?" I asked as I looked over at her
"yeah wend?" she replied
"do you think he's out there somewhere?"
She nodded a little and lit a cigarette of her own. "He'll find you Wendy, I know he will."
We got in the car and drove to the restraunt, I stared out the window wishing that he was the one who was driving me to dinner. I sighed and got out as we pulled up to Denny's. I ate in silence as I listened to her talk about her day and who she saw and what they talked about. I began to day dream about peter. I missed his touch. I missed his kiss. I miss the way he made love to me. I was snapped out of my daydreams by Kimmy's phone ringing. I listened to her talk softly into the phone then quickly pull out a pen and scribble an address on a napkin.
"We're going to a party" she said while smirking.
I was gonna protest but something made me change my mind. I simply nodded and followed her out and back to the car.
Back at the house she went through her closet and pulled out various outfits and shoes. She stopped only to snort a line of coke that was laid out on her dresser. We got changed and did a few more lines before heading to the party. On the ride there I learned that the host of this shindig was her boss's son. He owned club Moscow and he was rich as fuck. We walked in and were handed masquerade masks at the door. It was odd to me but I didn't protest I put it on and wandered into the club. Kimmy met up with other friends that she works with and imeadiantly went off to "powder her nose" I sat at the bar sipping my third martini while looking at the various people who were there. I sighed and turned around and came face to face, well rather mask to mask with a boy. He had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of peter's. he said nothing but took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He pulled me to him with a smirk and we began to dance. I just stared into his eyes and became lost. as the music beat on we continued to dance close to eachother. his hands only left my hips to do a bump of coke out of a small vial and then handing it to me to do the same. Before I knew it we were in a dark back room and his hands were up my skirt. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the drugs but I swear on my life it was peter. We never said a word, we just silently fucked in perfect rhythm with each other. I didn't dare take his mask off, I was fantasizing it was Pete and I didn't want the illusion to be ruined. When we were done I looked into his eyes and went to speak but he put his finger to my lips and kissed me softly then walked back to the party. I stood there in the dark, feeling strangely fine. I gathered my things and walked back into the main room just in time to see the mystery boy walking out. I wanted to follow and see who he was, but my feet stayed where they were. A few moments later I was in the car heading home with Kim. i was staring out the window while leaning back on the passengers seat inhaling the scent that the boy left on me,trying to place where i had smelt it before, then it hit me. I sat up and inhaled the scent once more. It smelled like peter...
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