Just The Pete Wentz Thing    YOU GOT A B, GOOD JOB!

"Baby, I need you to come outside!" Pete calls.
"Alright, I'm coming!" You reply. After you finish your eyeliner, you go outside. "Pete? Pete, where are you?" You walk around the entire yard and you still can't find him. He must have gone inside. You go back inside, after searching once more. As you straighten your hair, Pete calls you again.
"Can you come outside, baby?" You sigh, finish straightening your hair, and go outside. Once again, he's disappeared. You go back inside, and put on your favorite My Chem Danger Days shirt and black skinny jeans. Pete is taking you out to a fancy dinner, so why not be a rebel? You look in the mirror, and nod. You look perfect.
"Babyyyy! Please come outside!" Pete calls, again. You take a deep breath, and walk outside. And no surprise, Pete is no where to be fou-
"SURPRISE!" You hear Pete shout as he pours a huge bucket of water over you. Your eyes fill with tears. You run inside, sobbing. You looked so perfect!
"Baby! What's the matter?" Pete calls after you.
"I-I looked...p-perfect."
"Aw, baby, you look perfect no matter what!" Pete says, softly kissing you. You realize you could use his pity to your advantage, because you're just such a nice, kind, girlfriend.
"No, I don't!" You fake cry.
"What will it take for you to realize it's true?" He asks.
"Do my eyeliner for me!" You demand.
Pete stands there, then smiles. He thinks you're joking. Which you are, but he doesn't need to know that!
"I'm not joking, Pete! Do it!"
"Fine, but what's next? You want me to straighten your hair?"
"Yes."
Pete sighs. "Where's your eyeliner? You know what, never mind. I'll use my own." Pete has you sit on the counter, and he twists the eyeliner up. "Do you want, like, Black Parade, emo, or boring and normal?"
"Hmm...Black Parade!" It made sense. Since Pete got your Danger Days shirt all wet, you were going to have to wear your Black Parade shirt. It wasn't necessarily bad, but I wasn't your favorite.
"You sure? We're still going to that restaurant."
"Pete," I fake tear up, "you said you would do it!"
"Fine, fine." He says as he leans in to do your eyeliner. He puts it on, and he takes about fifteen minutes on each eye, and then says, "So lemme guess. You want your hair straightened like, I dunno, Mikey?"
"How did you know?" You joke. He plugs the straighter in, and as he waits for it to heat up, he does the Pete Wentz thing. You know, when you're trying to talk and he'll just randomly kiss you. It's kinda weird. When it's finally heated, he realizes that your hair is still wet.
"You want me to dry your hair, don't you."
"Yes."
Finally, when your hair is dry, he starts straightening it. He sings a little as he straightens. "And you said you didn't sing." You say to him.
"I don't."
"Mhm. I don't believe you. You are always singing around the house. You eve-"
Pete shuts you up with a kiss. It's just the Pete Wentz thing.