MEGAN'S P.O.V

"Fuck! Shit! Its like putting a watermelon through a pinhole!" I screamed obscenities from the window of my shitty car. Fucking shitty car, why does everything always have to go wrong in my life? Why, why me? Once again, I am getting kicked out of my house. Actually, I stormed out of my house. Same difference. My mother, Madria the Witch, won't fucking let me go to the All Time Low concert. She doesn't understand that Alex Gaskarth = LOVE. She doesn't understand me. No one does. Except for my BFFL Peytone. She understands me for the most part.

I sped off down the street, my tires screeching and my car almost hydroplaning. The booming thunder and the pouring rain reflected my mood at the moment. Where am I driving to? I don't know. Somewhere, anywhere where I could drown in a pool of self misery. Fuck. Shit.

3...2...1...CRY.

Only one thing could calm my nerves. I began to blast Fall Out Boy, a band with such magnificent amounts of inspiration and truth that I had put my entire heart into listening to their music and stalking the band members. "Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued" was the first song that erupted from my car's CD player. I sang along loudly, "The ribbon on my wrist says do not open before Christmas!" Christmas, was in fact, in a few days.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket at the first red light. The phone rang a few times before Peytone picked up.

"Hey man, are you okay? I haven't talked to you in five minutes," Peytone said.

"Okay? OKAY? I am not okay. I can't go to the concert with you, Cori, Kayleigh, and Jessi on Thursday," I screamed into the phone.

"Dude, that's gay," She said, "Why can't you go?"

"It's a fucking school night," I grumbled. "Mommy doesn't like it when I stay out on school nights."

"Megan, you are a junior in college now. You can make your own decisions," Peytone said, reassuringly.

"God, I'm so fucking mad I could just..." At that moment, I turned my wheel sharply to the left, trying to make a turn. I lost control of my car and it skidded straight into the curb.

"Fuck! How could this night get any worse?" I shouted. "Peytone, I have to call you back."

I sat back in the seat for a moment, making sure I hadn't gotten any injuries. I unbuckled my seat belt, and I got out of my car to inspect the damage. Any flat tires? Bent axles? Busted headlights? I circled my car a few times. Nope.

"What a relief, " I said to myself. Just then, I saw it. A scratch. In my car. Really? A fucking scratch!

"My life sucks so much!" I started to cry. That was the only thing I could do...

"You okay?" A strange voice said from behind me. I turned around quickly, startled by this stranger's voice. He was short, like an inch shorter than me. His hood was up, and I couldn't see his face. He had a muscular body, but that didn't take away from the sketchiness of the situation.

"Just...a fender bender, I guess," I sniffled. "I'm fine, thanks." I began to open my car door, I need to get out of here before this stranger tries to kidnap me and sell me for crack!

"Well, regardless of the severity of your car accident," The strange man said, pulling the hood off of his head to reveal his face. "Long live the car crash hearts."

Oh. My. God. The black hair, gently swooped over his eyes. The thick lips. It was none other than Pete Wentz. I tried to open my mouth to say something, but all that escaped was a small squeak.

"I can't believe it. I can't-I can't believe its you!" I stuttered.

"The best part of believe is the lie," He said calmly.

"I don't understand. Are you Pete Wentz, or not?" I asked.

"No. I really am." He told me.

"Well, what are you doing here in Chicago?"

"I used to live here, duh. I'm staying at my parents' house right now. Their house is right there," He pointed to a nice, suburban home across the street. "You are on my street."

"You mean...this is Forest Avenue?" I said, shocked.

"Uh, yeah. Anyway, you sure you're okay? You were crying just a second ago."

Now I was embarrassed. Pete Wentz had seen me sobbing and cursing the world. What did he think of me? I quickly made up a lie.

"My car has a scratch now."

"I'm sorry about that. Will a cup of coffee fix it?"

"The scratch in my car?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

"It won't fix that..."

"But it can fix your sadness. I sing the blues and swallow them too."

I tried to suppress a giggle, but I couldn't control it. He did have a way with words.

"So? Coffee?" He asked again.

"Well, not right now. I kinda need to get going. I'm standing out here in the cold," I explained to him.

"Well, we don't have to drink the coffee outside. How about this: I'll give you my number, and you can call when you're available. Here, I'll put you're number in my phone." He held out his hand. I nervously placed the phone in his open palm. He quickly entered his name and number and handed the phone back to me.

"Now you can't tell me that you lost it," he said, winking at me. I wanted to melt.

"See you soon," He turned and walked back to his house.

I frolicked into my car, squealing with excitement. I started up the car and sped off again. I had to tell someone about this! Peytone would be all ears.

PEYTONE'S P.O.V.

I was in my room, on my computer, looking through his Myspace. He was my best friend, but he went away; I haven't seen him since. He completely ditched me when he became famous. I was in such anguish, that I wanted to scream his name like all of the other little fangirls did.

"BWENDON!" I squealed. I couldn't help myself.

I reminisced on the times we had. Like that one time where we went to that Vegan place to get vegan food. And then I threw up some. I had sacrificed a hearty carnivorous meal for a pile of leaves. That is how much I cared for and loved him.

I heard the door to my apartment open. It was probably Megan. Megan had no idea about my past relationship with the insanely famous Brendon Urie, and I didn't want to let her know now. I would look like such a fool! I wiped my eyes and shut my laptop as the room to my door burst open.

"O! M!G!" Megan squealed, just as I had squealed Brendon's name, "Guess what just happened to me!"

"What?" I asked, hoping that her story would get my mind off of sweet Bwen Bwen.

"I got in a car wreck!"

"Wait... is this good news? You sound really happy about it," I responded in confusion.

"Yeah, because guess who's street I crashed on!"

I paused, waiting for her to finish.

"PETER LEWIS KINGSTON WENTZ THE THIRD'S!"

"No way! That is so cool! Did you talk to him?" I inquired.

"No."

"Awe, that suc-"

"He talked to me! And he invited me for coffee, but I made some excuse because I was too nervous. And he gave me his number and put it in my phone! And look!" she said, scrolling through her contacts in her phone, "All seven digits are there!"

"Wow, Megan! All seven? That's the first number you've gotten from a guy in a long time!" I exclaimed. I was truly happy for her.

"Yeah, now I'm just debating on when to call him," she shrugged, calming down a bit.

"Well, why don't you call him now?" I offered.

"Isn't that a little soon? I mean, I just saw him a half an hour ago."

"No, no it's fine! Go do it!" I urged.

"Okie dokie!" she squealed and skipped to the bathroom.

Megan always liked to talk on the phone while she went poop. Her big shits gave her confidence.

I could hear her dial in the bathroom from my room. The walls were really thin in my place.

"Hello, Pete?" she chirped into the receiver.

Plop.

"Yeah, it's Megan. The girl who wrecked on your street a little while ago."

Plop.

"Yeah, I thought it would be a little too soon to call, but I couldn't help myself!"

Squirty squirt plop.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I was receiving a text from Megan! I was amazed at how good of a multi-tasker she was.

He totez wantz me 2 go c a moo-v wit him on friday.

I quickly responded.

Mos def! He is deff n luv wit u gurl. I kno it.

Only a millisecond later, I felt my phone vibrate again. Damn, she was quick! I looked down at my phone, and realized that it wasn't my biffle Meggy Megs, but it was Brendon! My Brendon!

I stared at his name as it flashed on the screen. My heart pounded. My head throbbed. I was getting cold sweats. I thought that I was about to succumb to a panic attack, but I didn't. I contemplated whether I should open it or not. How long had it been since I received the text message? Megan was still in the restroom, so five seconds or an hour and a half could have passed for all I knew.

Finally, with all the strength I had in my body, I jammed my thumb on the open button.

Hey

It was so amazing that he wanted to talk to me, but I really had no idea what to say back. This text made me think that he genuinely cared about me; I felt really good.

Hey bden! Looooooooooooooooong tym no c

As I waited for him to text back, Megan reentered my room (along with a massive wave of shit scent).

"So when are you going to see the movie on Friday?" I asked her. I decided not to bring up Brendy Bren for the time being, even though I was bffs with him again.

"Eh, I don't know. I told him I can't drive my car because it has a scratch in it, so he's going to pick me up after band practice!" she screamed; she was ecstatic.

"Get him to write a song about you! That would be totally awesome!" I told her.

I got a text back from Bwenny Bwenny Bun Buns.

I know. Maybe we can talk about it later. I got some coloring books and im in town. Do you want to color later?

I was so excited! I ran my thumbs across my keyboard and replied:

of course! Bwendon wikes 2 cuwwur!

Within no time, he planned to come over to my place on Friday while Pete and Megan were out on their date. I wanted to have the place to myself. Bwedniesnugglez was back in my life again, and I couldn't be happier!