Thanks guys for your reviews. They mean a lot to me. I'm gonna try to start updating more often. 3 Britt ...
So life with out Pete kind of sucked. Ok that's a under state meant. It really sucked. I thought about him like crazy. It was impossible to get a hold of him. I just wanted to hear his voice again. Ok what I really wanted to do was kiss him again. Man he is like the best kissed on the planet! I'm trying to stay focused on school, with it being so close to graduation and all, but I couldn't get my mind off of him.
"Knock knock." Brooke knocked on my door a couple times as she came into my room.
"Hey Brooke."
"Peyton why do you sound so down in the dumps?" She asked.
"I miss him."
"Pete?"
"Yeah."
"Still hasn't called I take it."
"Its been a week." I said with a sad face.
Brooke put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "He'll call."
"I'm not so sure."
"Peyton, he's on a rock tour! He probably really busy. And tired. But I know he will call."
"Brooke there's just been rumors going around about him being with various celebrities, apart of my wants to believe them."
"Peyton they are rumors. You know how gossip magazines are. They'll tell any story if people will buy the damn thing."
"Your right. I just miss him so much."
"I know."
"Would it be completely sad if I looked if he's been online?"
"Not at all."
I looked to see when his last log in date was. A week ago today. Damn!
"Hasn't been on?"
"Nope. It sucks so much."
"Peyton give him time. He'll get a-hold of you soon."
I just nodded a little.
"I have to go." Brooke said looking at the clock. "Date with Lucas tonight."
"Have fun, and have Lucas wear a condom."
Brooke chuckled. "Safe sex!"
I looked back at the computer. It was almost 7:00. I should probably do some homework.
History is so boring though! I wish I had something to distract me. Hmm, what to do.
"Peyton?" I head my dads voice. "Phone!"
I ran down the stairs. "Who is it?" I said from the last step.
"Some guy named Paul." He handed me the phone.
"Paul?" I said taking the phone. "Hello?"
"I've missed you!"
"I've missed you too, Pete!" I said so my dad could hear.
"Guess I got him name wrong. My bad."
I walked up to my room. "So how are you?"
"Tired. You know my job has long hours."
"You don't say."
"I miss you to death."
"I miss you too. In fact I miss you so much, you've been the only thing on my mind." I confessed.
"Really? Good to know I wasn't a freak for having you on my mind for the last week."
"When am I going to see you again?"
"I could send you a plane ticket to see me."
"Imagine what my dad would say to that one."
"There's never no harm in asking."
"You know what? Just for you I'll ask. Can you call me back in 5 minutes?"
"Just for you."
"Bye." I hung up the phone, then made my way downstairs again.
My dad was at the kitchen table reading the paper.
"Daddy?"
"What do you want?" He said without looking up.
"What makes you so sure I want something?'
"You haven't called me daddy since you were 10. Now spill."
"Ok I really, really want to go see my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend." He looked up at me.
"Since about a month ago."
He sighed. "When you say see, what do you mean?"
"Ok dad, this is going to sound crazy, but I'm dating Pete Wentz from fall out boy."
"Whats fall down boy?"
"Fall OUT boy is a band."
"Really? And where is this Pete?"
"In Florida right now. He's on tour. We really want to see each other and he said he'd send me a ticket so I can be with him for a few days. But of course I have to make sure its ok with you. So is it?"
"I don't know. My little girl on a rock tour with a rocker? Sounds kind of crazy to me."
"Daddy please."
"What about school?"
"I'll take my work with me."
"Peyton if I say yes, there are a few things you have to do."
"Like what?"
"Call me everyday, and not just a few minute conversation either, at least 10 minutes. And you can only be gone 4 days at the most."
"Done."
"Alright, when do you leave?"
"I don't know Pete is going to call me back."
"Oh and another thing, the next time Pete is in town I want to meet him."
"Alright dad. I'm gonna go pack."