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Panic's new cd dropped today and Pete had secretly planned them a party.

I know, I'm suprised too. Pete didn't seem like a surprise party planner to me but as soon as I walked through the door of the warehouse Pete and the gang had rented out I knew I should have never doubted him.

I finally got to meet Max. She waws a pretty girl, her red hair was cut semi-short and she had braids strategically placed throughout it. Her blue eyes were outlined thickly with eyeliner and her leps were about as red as the Little Mermaid's hair. She was very pretty and, here's the good part, she was southern.

"Hey ya'll!" She called, "How ya'll doin'?"

Rebekka shrugged "I'm fine but my name is Rebekka not ya'll."

Brendan slapped his forehead. Max gave a loud laugh and patted Rebekka's shoulder "Honey, you got to remember I'm southern. Ya'll means you all."

Rebekka stared at Max for a moment and then smile. "Ooooohhh. Right."

Ryan smiled as he shook his head jokingly. Rebekka smiled at him and whispered "When I grow up I'm going to be a southern belle."

Leslie shook her head "Oh Lord." she whispered to Amy. She giggled together ignoring Rebekka's pleas of "What?"

I had watched this rather amusing sight quietly laughing to myself, that is, until Pete showed up (late to a party he arranged himself) with Ashlee Simpon clamped around him like a small child holding their mother.

"Hey bitches!" Ashlee cried her eyes directly on mine.

Wait, was-was that a sad attempt to insult me? Jesus, she's horrible at it.

"What it do, ho?" Leslie exclaimed, smiling a fake little smile at AShlee. Ashlee tried her hardest to not turn red but she did anyway.

I was quick to notice her face turned redish-maroon but her nose stayed the same.

I coughed back a laugh and Ashlee's vulture eyes landed on me. She snarled at me and pulled Pete out of the room. Everyone looked at me quizically.

"What was that all about?" Brendan asked pointing though the door Ashlee and Pete had just gone through.

I shrugged. "She thinks I'm trying to steal her boyfriend." I stated. Gerard gently grasped my wrist, his calloused fingers running over my pulse.

Everyone's eyebrows raised. "And?" Amy asked casting a hesitating glance at Gearard who's eyes glinted with confusion.

"No, I havent. I'm not even trying to." I whispered hating myself for lying. Of course I wanted to 'stea' Pete back. Even though, technically, he was never stolen. He still loved me and I him.

Right?

Right.

Gerard gave me an award winning smile and placed a kiss on my lips.

Maxine looked around puzzedly. "What are ya'll talkin' 'bout?" She asked.

Amy patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Romance gone wrong. she whispered.

Gerard, still oblivious to my past with Pete, looked at me almost hurt. I felt horrible.

"Gee, baby, it's not you, it was someone else." I replied to his look weakly. His eyes dropped lower in sadness. I patted his arm. "It was a long time ago."

He smiled a little at me and hugged me. "I love you Kendra." he whispered.

"I love you too." I replied.

Suddenly we heard a crashing noise and we heard AShlee scream. Fearing the worst I rushed form Gerard's arms to the kitchen where Ashlee stood, her hands over her mouth.

Pete had fallen (or was pushed) into the liquor cart where all the glass cups were. His hands and his cheeks were bloody, glinting with glass.

"Oh my God." I whispered.

Brendan rushed in behind me "What happened?" He exclaimed.

Ashlee sobbed into her hands "I-I had gotten into a fight with him and when he tried to make up I didn't wasnt to be close to him so I shoved him away and he fell into-into-" she started crying again.

I rushed to Pete and pulled him up.

"Com on Pete. Le's get up up." I said. I helped him up the stairs into a bathroom where I placed a wet cloth on his wounds. He winced but made no move to pull away.

"Pete what happened?" I asked as I plucked bits of glass out of his cheek and hands.

He smiled at me. "She said horrible stuff about you and I got angry. She doesn't even know you, know how great you are."

I couldn't help but blush at his comments. He stood up for me when I wasn't there.

"I made her cry and I felt horrible so I went to hug her and-"

"The rest is history." I stated.

He nodded. I dabbed his cheek gingerly. Pete stayed silent, staring at the mirror across from the toilet he was sitting on. I couldn't help but stare into the mirror as well.

We looked--good together. Pete quietly snaked a hand around my waist and pulled me toward him.

"We look perfect." He whispered.

I couldn't help but smile at this. He caught it and smiled back at me.

"You know. You see it too." He murmured.

I looked down at him away from the mirror and he tore his gaze away from the mirror as well to look into my eyes.

"Please be with me." He whispered.

I said nothing, still lost in his hazel eyes and then I forced myself back into the real world and I sighed.

"Pete I-I can't." I murmurmed back "I just-can't."

I placed a band-aide on his cheek and wrapped his hands in gauze and then I wakled out the bathroom wishing I could go back and kiss Pete until Gerard fould us.

But I will be good. I will be faithful. I will love Gerard and no other man.

If only it were that simple.

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Ok, i want to tell you that most of this story was written in Mississippi on vacation so I was surrounded by accents. It was crazy. So yeah, also, like I've told you before Rebekka isn't that stupid, otherwise I would have shot myself (Rebekka the real person I mean) Rebekka the character Rebekka is sometimes so stupid I just want to hit her over the head to get her to shut up.

That's all. Enjoy.

(p.s. Yes, Bindie611 you can leave weird comments, they make my day.)