The boy sat on Pete's porch at three am.
He was tired, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying for too long.
Pete wasn't supposed to be like that.
The only word he could think to describe it: forceful.
He was sad and his puked.
And his heart hurt.
The stench of everything made him sick.
The memories made it even worse.
Pete laid in his bed, confused.
Why had they run away from him?
Who even were they?
But the more he tried to think the more they faded into the dizziness of his memories of that night.
Pete closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The boy went home.
There was no letter that day.
I'm sorry, please vote. Love you all!!
CITEȘTI
To people who leave: {petekey} (editing)
Fanfiction"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about th...
