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by brittanyxbroken13 7 reviews

Brittany bolted up the stairs to her bedroom and filled the duffle bag Pete had given her with as many outfits she could.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2008-01-26 - Updated: 2008-01-27 - 437 words

The rest of the weekend, Brittany and Pete hung around his house.
It wasnt until sunday night that Brittany finally broke down and
realized she had to call her mom.
"Peter?" She said quietly, not sure if he was asleep. They were
laying on one of his beds, the TV on some mindless show but neither
of them were really watching.
"Mmm?" He rolled over and kissed the back of her neck.
"I cant wear your clothes forever, and I need my stuff. But...I
really dont want to go to my house alone." She sighed. She hated
feeling this vulnerable and needy. Brittany was used to being so
strong and independant.
"Okay. so let's go." Pete said, sitting up.
"It's really not that simple. I mean, if I go, she's going to try
and make me stay!" Britt whined, putting her head in her hands.
Pete sighed and scooped her up, throwing her over hs shoulder. she
"Mom, I'm borrowing your car to go get Britt's stuff okay?" Pete
called as he walked out the door. He set her down in front of the
passenger's side, opening her door for her. He walked around and
hopped in, starting the ignition.
As Pete pulled the car up in front of Brittany's house, she could feel the butterflies starting to build in her stomach. She sat, unmoving, for a solid minute before Pete cleared his throat.
"Do you want me to come with you?" HE asked. Brittany shook her head.
"I can handle this. Wait here." With a shakey breath to calm her nerves she opened the door and stepped out of the car. She approached the front door quietly. She knocked, but when she got no answer she pushed the door open.
"Mom?" She called. There was no answer. "Mom?" a little louder. Still no answer. Brittany bolted up the stairs to her bedroom and filled the duffle bag Pete had given her with as many outfits she could. Pausing to grab a few books, her pillow, and a photo Album from back home in England, she left as quickly and as quietly as possible. She ran back to the car, threw her bags in the back, and slammed the door.
"She wasn't home." Brittany sighed in relief. Pete smoothed her hair back before putting the car in drive and heading back to his house. It was a quiet ride, but not uncomfortable. Brittany had found that she was the most comfortable she ever had been, when she was alone with Pete.
It was a feeling she hoped to have around for a very long time.
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