unknown number // petekey

sixty two

As I stared at the grainy screen, I finished my story. "-So I asked him if he went to my school. He responded with saying yeah, you are Pete Wentz. What should I do?" I asked. Patrick on the screen sat back in his chair.

"Do you like him?" Patrick asked. My heart constricted. Do I like him? Patrick seemed to notice my perplexed expression and sat forward. "How do you feel when you think about him?" He summed up.

"I get excited. It is almost like my crush on him from freshman year had come back. I want to know how he is doing, if he is mad at me. I... I don't want him to be mad at me." I said, my face turning red.

"Have you ever thought of dating him? Recently?" Patrick said, a smile on his face. I didn't know it was possible, but my face got even more red.

"Maybe," I mumbled, looking down at my lap.

"What was that?" Patrick asked. He adjusted his headphones. I looked up, but then back down again.

"Yeah. I have" I said louder. Patrick's eyes widened, and he smiled.

"Then you like him. Go make out with him." Patrick said. I rolled my eyes.

"Wow, thanks, Dr. Stump. I am not paying you, ya know." I responded. Patrick chuckled, and shrugged.

"Yeah. I know. But text him. Talk to him. Do whatever." Patrick turned around, as if someone had called him. "I got to go. Bye, Pete. It was nice to talk to you again."