Lunch with Mark was really nice, especially since I got an iPod. I'm kind of glad he told me about Fall Out Boy. I don't know what it is about them, but something in their music relates to me.
Actually right now I am listening to "Chicago Is So Two Years Ago", while researching Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump. They're coming tomorrow, so I'm supposed to cram as much info in as possible.
"My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or black-eye
My badge, my witness
means that I believed
Every single lie you said (and learned from the best)
cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the
pains I went through to avoid you
and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to
mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in Chicago
and I know I should be home
all the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the
pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said:
"Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads
But there's a light on in Chicago
and I know I should be home
all the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the
pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies girl you might hold your breath until your
breathing stops forever, Forever
The only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips: I hope
they taste of me forever
And there's a light on in Chicago
and I know I should be home
all the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the
pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again (again)
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
(again)
Well There's A Light On
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
(again)
(Light...)
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
(Again)
( Way that you feel... again)…"
"They are so right…" I say to myself.
"Yeah good song isn't it." I jump as I hear someone behind me. I turn around and see some guy standing at the door with a mischievous grin plastered across his face.
"And you are…?" I say, sounding somewhat rude.
He clears his throat then says. "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III." He smiles. Peter Wentz… I turn back and look at my computer. Pete Wentz!! Oh goodness.
"Oh… I'm sorry I just umm… I'm Ju-"
"Jude Harrison. I know. I thought you'd know who I was. Mark said you knew everything about us." I blush a little as he winks. I stand up and walk over to him.
"Well… Not really." I manage to say.
"Hey Pete, come on Mark wants to show- Oh man, you're Ju-" Another guy starts as he walks over to Pete.
"Jude Harrison." Pete cuts him off like he did to me.
The shorter guy extends his hand for he to shake. "I'm Patrick." He says with a smile.
"Yo Pete, Hey Patrick, come on I was going to show you guys Toronto." Mark says. "Hey Jude." He smiles. I wave a little.
I just noticed that Pete hasn't taken his eyes off of me since I started talking to him.
"What where you researching Jude?" Patrick asks, noticing the junk that was filling my screen. Pete laughs slightly.
"Oh, um…" I search for the words, but can't seem to find the right ones. I look are Mark, desperately, for help.
He takes a step forward and smiles at me. "She was researching for this class… So we should probably go…" He gives Pete and Patrick a little nudge and then takes a step back.
Patrick nods and looks towards Pete. "You know… I think I'll stay here and help Jude." Pete smiles. Mark rolls his eyes and starts to walk away.
"See ya!" Patrick waves and trots after Mark.
I walk back to my chair and exit out of what I was looking at.
"So…" Pete starts as her grabs a chair near me. "Do you have a boyfriend?" My cheeks start to burn as I shake my head. "Join the club… I don't have a girlfriend." He rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. "Do you know who Brendon Urie is?" He asks after like two minutes of silence.
"Nope." I shake my head and start to doodle on a piece of paper.
He gives me a weird look, then goes on. "What about Panic! At the Disco, Green Day, Taking Back Sunday, Hellogoodbye, The All-American Rejects?"
I shake my head once again and shrug. He stands up with shock.
"I thought you knew music!" He laughs.
I laugh along and say, "I do know music, just not your music." He turns from me and starts to say something, but we both jump with the hard crash of the door slamming open behind us.
We both flip around quickly to see what made the noise. My mouth falls open as I look as a very angry Landon.
"Who's this?" He mumbles, clenching his fists and biting down hard.
I swallow hard and bite my lip. "P-Pete…" I say.
"Get out…" Landon says and takes a couple steps forward.
"Who is this dude?" Pete asks, not moving.
I take a deep breath. "This is Landon he is-"
"Her boyfriend." Landon cuts me off, smiling wickedly.
My mouth drops all the way open. "Boyfriend?" Pete says. I shake my head and try to defend myself, but he doesn't let me speak. "I get it Jude… We just met and you have a boyfriend." He drops his head then starts for the door, slamming it behind me…
And again I am left alone with Landon.
"Why did you do that?" I snap. "You know I am not and will never be your girlfriend."
He smiles and sits in a chair that is uncomfortably close to me. "Honey, if I can't have you, no one can." He pauses. "That is why you are going to marry me."
I pinch myself quickly, making sure I am not sleeping. "Marry you?" I say sounding skeptical.
He nods eagerly and laughs. "Yes marry me. As is you'll be Mrs. Van Volkenburg… Or maybe you'll just keep your last name. Anyways, I knew I couldn't do what I want, without breaking a law, so that means marriage. We are going to get married in the summer and you're going to have my kids." Again I pinch myself, and wait for him to say he is kidding or lying.
After a few minutes of nothing happening I start to say, "Listen Landon… I can't marry you. I'm not out of college and neither are you. Maybe we just shouldn't see each other anymore." I say surprisingly calm, praying he takes my advice.
He nods. "Look… I want you, but obviously you don't want me… So…" He trails off, leaving me to guess what he is thinking.
"If you like me so much, why didn't you just try talking to me?" I should have asked that awhile ago.
"I knew you wouldn't like a nobody like me." I let out a little chuckle.
"Believe it or not I was a nobody before Instant Star. I probably would have liked you for who you are, if you're anything like Mark." My smile fades as Landon shoots his head up quickly, glaring at me.
"You like my brother?" He says. My heart starts to race, as I regret saying anything at all.
I shake my head. "N-no… He's nice… And a great producer." Landon rolls his eyes and stands up.
"Mark has always been better then me at everything. He always had the good looking girlfriend, and the best grades, and all the friends. And I was always left alone." He pauses. "I won't let that happen with you. I love you." He shakes his head and marches to the door. "I won't let him win this time." He opens the door and slams it behind him.
What did he mean by that? Oh my gosh… Is he going to kill Mark?
A day Later-Harrison Home
DING DONG!!
I wake up suddenly to the door bell ringing constantly. I throw on a sweatshirt and run down the stairs. It looks like Mark is at the door…(?)
I open the door to a very out of breath Mark, with Pete and Patrick behind him.
"I thought you said you weren't with Landon, now you're marrying him?" Mark pushes the door open and walks in.
"No… I'm not marrying him and I'm definitely not with him. I already told you and Pete that." Pete looks away as Mark shoots a look at him.
"She could be right…" Patrick chimes in. I pat him on the back.
"Thank you."
Mark looks at me seriously. "Jude, you have to be telling me the truth… I might like you and I don't want to be lead on." I smile a little.
"Mark I-"
"I like her too." Pete cuts in. I've known like each of them for like one day and both like me? Man this is sweet!
"Pete I-"
"Dude I told you when you got here, hands off." Mark says taking a step closer to me. Pete rolls his eyes.
"I'm glad I have a girlfriend." Patrick smiles.
"Shut up!" Pete punches him in the arm, hard.
Patrick looks mortified. "He punched me!" He complains. I laugh along with the rest of the guys.
"So you really aren't with Landon?" Mark asks to make sure.
I shake my head. "Heck no, I like-" I pause and think of Tommy. Hm. I push the thoughts of him aside as I look at the two gorgeous guys who were both about to kill each other for me. "Well I don't know that right now. But it's like 6am and I need my beauty sleep."
"You're already beautiful." Mark says.
"I was about to say that…" Pete mumbles.
I smile. "Thanks… I'll see you guys later."
Mark waves as he walks past me. "See ya." He says.
"We can catch up later." Pete winks.
Patrick slouches as he starts to walk past me. "I'd rather sleep then be dumped with these love birds." I smile and wave.
I wait to see them drive off before I start walking back upstairs. Right as I get to the top of the stairs I head the doorbell ring again. I swerve around and run back down the stairs, seeing Mark standing at the door again.
I open it and say, "I thought-" He cuts me off by kissing me. After like two seconds he lets loose. I can't help but smile.
"Sorry, it was a spur of the moment thing." He says starting to blush.
I shrug. "Don't be sorry. I would have probably done the same thing eventually."
He clears his throat a little. "Well… Um… I'll see you later." He leans in and kisses me again, then walks to his car, opening the door to see Pete glaring at him.
I laugh and close the door.
"Now you two are kissing?" I hear from behind me.
Chills run up and down my spine as I guess who it is…