Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Pete imagine for @young_volcano_wentz

I woke up early in the morning-far too early, if you asked me-and went to the studio. I was an up and coming punk rock singer, and my manager said he had a meeting with some other manager about a tour.

I was so excited the night before that I hadn't been able to sleep, so rolling out of bed had sucked.

When I finally trudged into the studio, I looked a little sloppier than Id meant to. But I hadn't had time to look pretty. I only had my brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and some mascara and grey eye shadow on my Hazel eyes.

"Kat! You're late!" My manager cried from the other side of the room.

"I'm sorry I overslept!" I cried.

"Come on! The other band came along too, so you'll get to meet them." He said.

I hurried into the meeting room and stopped dead in my tracks.

I was looking a Fall Out Boy.

The band that got me hooked on music.

"Oh my god." I said.

"Hi." Pete said, smiling.

"Hi." I breathed.

My manager elbowed me.

"Hi!" I said a little louder, then held out my hand to Patrick. "I'm Kat! I'm a huge fan of you guys!"

Calm down, I thought to myself.

"Hey, Kat. I'm Patrick. And this is Pete, andy, and Joe." He said.

I smiled. Pete stuck his hand out.

"Perfectly capable of introducing myself, Patty Cakes." He said, winking at me and giving me chills. Pete was gorgeous. Who could deny it?

Patrick laughed and sat back down.

"So, Kat, we've listened to your songs." Their manager said.

I nodded, sitting down and getting serious. Going on this tour with Fall Out Boy could get me famous.

"We really like it." Pete said to me.

I smiled at him. "Thank you." I said.

"So, the question is: are you ready to go on a seven month long world tour?" Patrick asked.

I took a deep breath. I hadn't realized it was that long. I had a family. And a life.

But music was a huge part of my life.

"I didn't realize it was seven months." My manager spoke.

"Yes. Didn't I mention that over the phone?" The the other one asked.

I sighed. "Can I have a minute to think?" I asked.

Everyone nodded.

I stood up and walked out. God. Leaving home for seven months. Even if it was to tour with my favorite band, that was wild. I never expected it.

I heard the door open behind me and I turned. Pete stepped out and came towards me.

"You don't have to say yes." He said.

"I know." I said.

"Although, I would love it if you did say yes." He said, smirking.

I blushed. "Why?" I asked.

"Because. It's been a long time since there was a girl as hot as you on tour with us." He said.

I blushed even more and looked down.

"Hey, look at me." pete said, tilting my head up. "I heard your songs. You can sing, girl. You need to show the world. If it's fear that's keeping you from doing this, than don't let that stop you. If you're gonna make it in this business, you've gotta bring it no matter how scary it is. Okay?"

"Okay." I said.

"So, are you gonna go?" He asked.

I smiled. "Yes." I said.

"Yes!" He cried. "Now I can do this."

"What?" I asked.

"Take you out on a date." He said.

"You never asked." I said, smirking.

He laughed. "Oh, baby." He chuckled. "By the end of this meeting with our managers and Patrick babbling about keeping the music "real", you'll be asking me."

He walked way laughing his ass off.

Sorry it took me so long. Thanks for requesting!

Love you all!

-Amy