Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > How a Rock Star Ruined My Marriage
This story takes place in 2007.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m sorry ma’am, but the flight has been overbooked.” The woman behind the counter said to me, “I can get you on the same flight tomorrow?”
“That doesn’t work for me. Isn’t there anything else? A different flight? Something?” I asked her.
“Let me see what I can do.” She said and started to type away at her keyboard. “I can get you on a flight leaving in an hour, but you’ll have to make an additional layover.”
“Fine. I’ll take it.” I told her. I didn’t care if I had to stop somewhere else, I just wanted to get home.
The airline worker booked my flight and handed me the ticket. I took it and headed through security. I then made my way to my gate. I pulled out my phone and called my husband Jason.
“Hey, Honey.” I said when he answered.
“Hey. How’re you?” He asked me.
“My flight was overbooked, so I’m on a different one. I’m not getting home until after two in the morning.” I complained.
“What’s your flight number? I’ll come pick you up.” He said.
“You don’t have to pick me up. I’ll grab a cab when I get in. I just wanted to tell you so you weren’t waiting up for me.” I told him.
“Are you sure Babe? I don’t mind picking you up.” Jason said.
I smiled into the phone. “You don’t need to stay up that late. I’ll be fine. I love you.” I told him.
“I love you too. I’ll see you tonight. Bye.” He said before he hung up.
I closed my phone and sighed as I sat and waited at my gate. I was flying home from Seattle to Washington D.C. My grandmother had passed away and I had come out for the funeral. I’m the only one in my family to move away from home. Jason couldn’t get the time off work to come with me. So, I was by myself.
I pulled out my ticket and looked at it for the first time. My flight was going to take me from Seattle to L.A., from L.A. to Chicago. Then from Chicago to D.C. The only good part was that I had been bumped to first class. My flight was called and I boarded the plane.
The first leg of the flight went by fast. Then I had a four hour layover in L.A. I found a Starbucks and decided to get myself a latte. I got in line and waited. As I stood there I noticed a bit of a commotion going on. A group of people, mostly young girls, were running and yelling at someone. I couldn’t see who it was that everyone was going crazy for. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.
I got my coffee and found my gate. I found a chair in the corner facing the window, and settled in for the long wait. I pulled out my ipod and my book and made myself as comfortable as possible. After a little while I got the feeling of being watched. I looked up from my book and looked around.
Sitting a few seats down from me was a young man who looked a lot like Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. He saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back and went back to reading. Well, I tried to go back to my book, but I could still feel his eyes on me. I looked back up and found him still watching me. This time when I looked at him he flashed the famous Pete Wentz smile. I smiled back at him again.
Yep, definitely Pete Wentz. I thought to myself. And my god, he’s better looking in person.
“Hi.” He said. At least that’s what I think he said. I still had my earbuds in and couldn’t hear him, but I’m pretty good at reading lips.
I reached up and pulled them out of my ears. “Hi.” I said back to him.
“What’re you listening to?” He asked, pointing to my ipod.
“Dropkick Murphys.” I told him.
“You listen to the Dropkick Murphys?” He sounded amazed I would listen to them.
“Yeah I do. Have a problem with that?” I asked, smirking at him. I wasn’t mad, I was just being a smartass.
“No, no problem.” He said, shaking his head. Then he smiled at me again. “It’s just, I haven’t met too many people who know who they are. Are you from Boston?”
Ok, I’ll forgive him. Besides, he’s so fucking hot! “No, not from Boston. I’m from Washington D.C.” I told him.
“Um…I’m Pete by the way.” He said getting up and moving to the seat next to me. He held out his hand and flashing that famous smile again.
I reached out and took his hand to shake. “Nice to meet you Pete. I’m Lizzy.”
“Nice to meet you too Lizzy. So, what other kinds of music do you listen to?”
I laughed and said, “All kinds. Here, if you’re really interested, you can take a look.” I handed him my ipod. Pete took it and started to scroll through my collection. He would stop and comment on some bands, or ask me about others.
“Oh my God! You must really like Oingo Boingo. You have like, every album.” He said with a chuckle.
“I do have every album. And yes I do like them, they’re one of my favorite bands.” I said laughing at how excited he got.
“Me too! Ok, let’s see what else you’ve got on here. Panic! at the Disco. You like them too?” He asked.
“Yep.” I answered with a smirk and a nod.
“Yeah, they're pretty good.” He commented. He was still scrolling through my music. “Fall Out Boy?” He glanced up at me. “You like them too?”
I smirked at him again, raised one eyebrow and said. “Yeah, they're alright, I guess.” I gave a one shoulder shrug at the same time.
“Alright? Only alright? Don’t they get better than alright?” He asked. I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
I started to laugh and then said. “Ok, you get better than alright. I like your music and I like your band.”
“So you do know who I am!” He laughed.
“Yeah, I recognized you. Sorry if I disappointed you by not screaming like a little girl. But I’m not fifteen and I don’t want to grow up, marry you and have your babies.” I said to him.
He just laughed and said, “That’s ok. It’s more than ok. Actually it's really nice not to hear that. It can get kind of old.”
“I bet it can.” I told him.
We sat and talked about music, movies and books until it was time to board the plane. He’s actually really nice and funny. Very smart too. It turns out we have very similar taste in movies and books.
“What seat are you in?” He asked as we gathered up our bags and headed for the door.
“Um…3B.” I said as I looked at my ticket.
“I’m in 3A. I guess we get to continue this on the plane.” He said.
We got on and got seated. Our conversation just kept going. He had the window and I had the aisle.
“Wow! Nice rock.” He said as I was getting myself settled.
“What?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“Your ring. Nice rock you have there.” He said as he took my hand and looked at my ring.
“That is my ten year anniversary gift from my husband. We didn’t have much money when we got married. Jason always promised me that one day he would buy me a diamond. I had to wait ten years for it, but it was worth it.” I told him. My ring was beautiful. Jason had taken me and I got to pick it out. It was a two karat round cut solitaire.
“You’ve been married for ten years? My God, how old were you when you got married? 17?” He asked.
I laughed at that. “Thanks for the compliment. I was 23 when we got married.”
“Oh, you’re older than I thought.” Pete said blushing slightly.
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” I said.
“So, what do you do for a living?” He asked, changing the subject.
“I work for an online university. I work in student records.” I told him about the school I work for and how we cater to military men and women who are working on getting their education while deployed overseas.
We chatted for the rest of the flight. He asked me some questions about being married and about Jason. He told me about his girlfriend. He had been considering popping the question to her. By the time we landed I was sorry to part company with him. Pete was a good traveling companion and I felt like we had gotten to know each other fairly well.
“It was really nice to meet you Lizzy. I had fun. Can we keep in touch?” Pete asked me as we exited the plane.
“I’m glad I met you too. Here, I’ll give you my e-mail. It’s the easiest way to get in touch with me.”
I said goodbye to Pete and found my last gate. The last leg of the flight was fine, but boring. I fell asleep almost as soon as we took off. Once I was back on the east coast, I got a cab and went home.
When I got home I found Jason asleep on the couch. I knew he would try to wait up for me. I smiled when I saw him. I went over and woke him up.
“Hey Baby, I’m home.” I said as I shook him.
“Hey.” Jason said with a smile. I leaned in and kissed him. “How was your flight?” He asked as he sat up.
“It was good. You’ll never believe who I met. You know that band I like, Fall Out Boy?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I met their bass player. He was sitting next to me on the second part of my flight.” I told my husband.
“That’s pretty cool. Which one is he?” Jason asked. He didn’t really listen to them.
“The one with dark hair.” I told him.
“Oh, the pretty boy. Was he nice?”
“Yeah, he was. I’m going to get myself something to eat and then I’ll be ready to go to bed. Why don’t you go on up?” I knew he was tired.
“Ok. I’m glad you're home.” Jason said then he kissed me goodnight and went upstairs to bed.
I found something to snack on in the kitchen and pulled out my laptop. I needed to check my email for work. When I was done with work, I checked my personal email. Guess who sent me an email? Yeah, that’s right, Pete. I sat there for a minute debating with myself about opening it or not. I knew it was him because in the subject line it said: It’s me Pete from the plane.
I decided to open it. It was just a quick little note telling me he enjoyed meeting me and hoped we could stay in touch. And he hoped he would see me again someday. I replied back telling him I was glad to have met him too, and yes I would like to see him again as well.
What I didn’t know at the time was that this decision would end my marriage.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
I wrote this years ago and posted it here, but deleted it.
I like this one and decided to edit it a bit and re-post it.
Shout to my friend Maranda. I had originally named Lizzy's work friend Becky. However, I renamed her for this posting after my real life work friend and fellow FOB fan.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m sorry ma’am, but the flight has been overbooked.” The woman behind the counter said to me, “I can get you on the same flight tomorrow?”
“That doesn’t work for me. Isn’t there anything else? A different flight? Something?” I asked her.
“Let me see what I can do.” She said and started to type away at her keyboard. “I can get you on a flight leaving in an hour, but you’ll have to make an additional layover.”
“Fine. I’ll take it.” I told her. I didn’t care if I had to stop somewhere else, I just wanted to get home.
The airline worker booked my flight and handed me the ticket. I took it and headed through security. I then made my way to my gate. I pulled out my phone and called my husband Jason.
“Hey, Honey.” I said when he answered.
“Hey. How’re you?” He asked me.
“My flight was overbooked, so I’m on a different one. I’m not getting home until after two in the morning.” I complained.
“What’s your flight number? I’ll come pick you up.” He said.
“You don’t have to pick me up. I’ll grab a cab when I get in. I just wanted to tell you so you weren’t waiting up for me.” I told him.
“Are you sure Babe? I don’t mind picking you up.” Jason said.
I smiled into the phone. “You don’t need to stay up that late. I’ll be fine. I love you.” I told him.
“I love you too. I’ll see you tonight. Bye.” He said before he hung up.
I closed my phone and sighed as I sat and waited at my gate. I was flying home from Seattle to Washington D.C. My grandmother had passed away and I had come out for the funeral. I’m the only one in my family to move away from home. Jason couldn’t get the time off work to come with me. So, I was by myself.
I pulled out my ticket and looked at it for the first time. My flight was going to take me from Seattle to L.A., from L.A. to Chicago. Then from Chicago to D.C. The only good part was that I had been bumped to first class. My flight was called and I boarded the plane.
The first leg of the flight went by fast. Then I had a four hour layover in L.A. I found a Starbucks and decided to get myself a latte. I got in line and waited. As I stood there I noticed a bit of a commotion going on. A group of people, mostly young girls, were running and yelling at someone. I couldn’t see who it was that everyone was going crazy for. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.
I got my coffee and found my gate. I found a chair in the corner facing the window, and settled in for the long wait. I pulled out my ipod and my book and made myself as comfortable as possible. After a little while I got the feeling of being watched. I looked up from my book and looked around.
Sitting a few seats down from me was a young man who looked a lot like Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. He saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back and went back to reading. Well, I tried to go back to my book, but I could still feel his eyes on me. I looked back up and found him still watching me. This time when I looked at him he flashed the famous Pete Wentz smile. I smiled back at him again.
Yep, definitely Pete Wentz. I thought to myself. And my god, he’s better looking in person.
“Hi.” He said. At least that’s what I think he said. I still had my earbuds in and couldn’t hear him, but I’m pretty good at reading lips.
I reached up and pulled them out of my ears. “Hi.” I said back to him.
“What’re you listening to?” He asked, pointing to my ipod.
“Dropkick Murphys.” I told him.
“You listen to the Dropkick Murphys?” He sounded amazed I would listen to them.
“Yeah I do. Have a problem with that?” I asked, smirking at him. I wasn’t mad, I was just being a smartass.
“No, no problem.” He said, shaking his head. Then he smiled at me again. “It’s just, I haven’t met too many people who know who they are. Are you from Boston?”
Ok, I’ll forgive him. Besides, he’s so fucking hot! “No, not from Boston. I’m from Washington D.C.” I told him.
“Um…I’m Pete by the way.” He said getting up and moving to the seat next to me. He held out his hand and flashing that famous smile again.
I reached out and took his hand to shake. “Nice to meet you Pete. I’m Lizzy.”
“Nice to meet you too Lizzy. So, what other kinds of music do you listen to?”
I laughed and said, “All kinds. Here, if you’re really interested, you can take a look.” I handed him my ipod. Pete took it and started to scroll through my collection. He would stop and comment on some bands, or ask me about others.
“Oh my God! You must really like Oingo Boingo. You have like, every album.” He said with a chuckle.
“I do have every album. And yes I do like them, they’re one of my favorite bands.” I said laughing at how excited he got.
“Me too! Ok, let’s see what else you’ve got on here. Panic! at the Disco. You like them too?” He asked.
“Yep.” I answered with a smirk and a nod.
“Yeah, they're pretty good.” He commented. He was still scrolling through my music. “Fall Out Boy?” He glanced up at me. “You like them too?”
I smirked at him again, raised one eyebrow and said. “Yeah, they're alright, I guess.” I gave a one shoulder shrug at the same time.
“Alright? Only alright? Don’t they get better than alright?” He asked. I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
I started to laugh and then said. “Ok, you get better than alright. I like your music and I like your band.”
“So you do know who I am!” He laughed.
“Yeah, I recognized you. Sorry if I disappointed you by not screaming like a little girl. But I’m not fifteen and I don’t want to grow up, marry you and have your babies.” I said to him.
He just laughed and said, “That’s ok. It’s more than ok. Actually it's really nice not to hear that. It can get kind of old.”
“I bet it can.” I told him.
We sat and talked about music, movies and books until it was time to board the plane. He’s actually really nice and funny. Very smart too. It turns out we have very similar taste in movies and books.
“What seat are you in?” He asked as we gathered up our bags and headed for the door.
“Um…3B.” I said as I looked at my ticket.
“I’m in 3A. I guess we get to continue this on the plane.” He said.
We got on and got seated. Our conversation just kept going. He had the window and I had the aisle.
“Wow! Nice rock.” He said as I was getting myself settled.
“What?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“Your ring. Nice rock you have there.” He said as he took my hand and looked at my ring.
“That is my ten year anniversary gift from my husband. We didn’t have much money when we got married. Jason always promised me that one day he would buy me a diamond. I had to wait ten years for it, but it was worth it.” I told him. My ring was beautiful. Jason had taken me and I got to pick it out. It was a two karat round cut solitaire.
“You’ve been married for ten years? My God, how old were you when you got married? 17?” He asked.
I laughed at that. “Thanks for the compliment. I was 23 when we got married.”
“Oh, you’re older than I thought.” Pete said blushing slightly.
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” I said.
“So, what do you do for a living?” He asked, changing the subject.
“I work for an online university. I work in student records.” I told him about the school I work for and how we cater to military men and women who are working on getting their education while deployed overseas.
We chatted for the rest of the flight. He asked me some questions about being married and about Jason. He told me about his girlfriend. He had been considering popping the question to her. By the time we landed I was sorry to part company with him. Pete was a good traveling companion and I felt like we had gotten to know each other fairly well.
“It was really nice to meet you Lizzy. I had fun. Can we keep in touch?” Pete asked me as we exited the plane.
“I’m glad I met you too. Here, I’ll give you my e-mail. It’s the easiest way to get in touch with me.”
I said goodbye to Pete and found my last gate. The last leg of the flight was fine, but boring. I fell asleep almost as soon as we took off. Once I was back on the east coast, I got a cab and went home.
When I got home I found Jason asleep on the couch. I knew he would try to wait up for me. I smiled when I saw him. I went over and woke him up.
“Hey Baby, I’m home.” I said as I shook him.
“Hey.” Jason said with a smile. I leaned in and kissed him. “How was your flight?” He asked as he sat up.
“It was good. You’ll never believe who I met. You know that band I like, Fall Out Boy?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I met their bass player. He was sitting next to me on the second part of my flight.” I told my husband.
“That’s pretty cool. Which one is he?” Jason asked. He didn’t really listen to them.
“The one with dark hair.” I told him.
“Oh, the pretty boy. Was he nice?”
“Yeah, he was. I’m going to get myself something to eat and then I’ll be ready to go to bed. Why don’t you go on up?” I knew he was tired.
“Ok. I’m glad you're home.” Jason said then he kissed me goodnight and went upstairs to bed.
I found something to snack on in the kitchen and pulled out my laptop. I needed to check my email for work. When I was done with work, I checked my personal email. Guess who sent me an email? Yeah, that’s right, Pete. I sat there for a minute debating with myself about opening it or not. I knew it was him because in the subject line it said: It’s me Pete from the plane.
I decided to open it. It was just a quick little note telling me he enjoyed meeting me and hoped we could stay in touch. And he hoped he would see me again someday. I replied back telling him I was glad to have met him too, and yes I would like to see him again as well.
What I didn’t know at the time was that this decision would end my marriage.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
I wrote this years ago and posted it here, but deleted it.
I like this one and decided to edit it a bit and re-post it.
Shout to my friend Maranda. I had originally named Lizzy's work friend Becky. However, I renamed her for this posting after my real life work friend and fellow FOB fan.
Sign up to rate and review this story