Ship: Pete/Ryan
Words: 263

(Wrote this last minute bc I was working on XO all day yesterday. Sorry if it's shitty)

Pete is perfect.

In every single way. He's fucking hot, he's funny, he cheers me up when I'm down, he understands me. Like nobody else ever could have. He knows what I feel like at three in the morning with hate bubbling in my mind and a blade at my wrist. He knows what it feels like to try to smoke it all away. He just knows.

Pete Wentz is perfect. In every fucking way.

He does what he wants. He's not afraid to speak up. He's there for the hopelessly hopeful. For the kids who never made it. For Patrick when he was dealing with self-esteem issues. For Joe when he was dealing with OCD. For Andy when he was kept up at night with thoughts of his dad. For Brendon when he overdosed. For Mikey when Gerard's addiction was getting to be too much.

But me?

He could never help with the problem I have. He wouldn't want to. Who would want me? Who would want to have to help me? It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. Thinking I could ever have him.

Yeah, we've had the occasional fuck and he's alright in bed. I want more than that. I need more than that. I just... I'm dealing with emotions I can't process and it's pathetic...

Why would Pete Wentz ever love Ryan Ross?

Ryan is just another band member. Nothing special. Nothing important.

I'm just Ryan.

Just another fuck.