Anything You Say (Peterick)

(8) All the Words Left Unspoken are the Pages I Write

"So where are we going again?" I asked for the eighth time.

"Patrick," Pete growled, gripping the wheel tightly, "Don't think that just because I'm going through all this trouble to keep you alive that I won't knock you out if you're being annoying."

I smirked, "And am I being annoying?" I asked innocently. Pete glared. If looks could kill, I would've been dead three miles back.

"Lets just say,"he muttered through gritted teeth, "if you don't shut up for five minutes I'm gonna push you out of this car."

I couldn't hold back my smile, "When does five minutes start exactly?"

"PATRICK!"

"Alright, alright! Calm down," I chuckled lightly, turning to look out the passenger window. We sat in slightly uncomfortable silence for about three minutes until my phone rang. I shot Pete a triumphant smirk.

"Dude," he said, "don't answerit. It's probably that chick."

I snorted, "I'm telling Joe you called him a girl," I waved my screen on front of his face, "caller ID exists, you know." Pete muttered something about 'sarcastic son of a bitch' as I clicked accept.

"Hi, Joe. What's up?"

"What's up?! How about the fact that Director Armstrong is dead and you're nowhere to be found?" he yelled.

I winced, "Yeah...uh, about that-"

"No way, Stump. No excuses. Tell me where you are. I want the truth."

I looked at Pete, "I don't know where I am."

"Patrick what did I just say?"

"What? No, it's the truth! Pete wo-"

"Pete? Pete Wentz? You're hiding somewhere with Pete Wentz?"

"Dude, seriously?" I stared at Pete, "How many of my friends do you know!"

Pete's frowned slightly, "Joe...Joe...Joe Trohman?" his face lit up, "Dude, put him on speaker!"

"What the hell," I grumbled.

"Jooooeeee!" Pete crowed.

"Pete you asshole. What are you doing with Patrick?" Joe laughed. Like, actually laughed.

"Well that depends, where are you currently?" Pete questioned.

"Starbucks. We all left when we found out what happened to Billie. Hurley's here too."

Pete looked like a kid on Christmas, "Annnnndyyyy! My vegan drummer lover!"

"You're such a dick," Andy said, laughing.

"What the fuck!" I whined.

"What's wrong with Patrick?" Andy asked.

"He's angry that I won't tell him where we're going." Pete smirked. Just one punch, I thought, that's all I need.

"Where are you going?" Joe insisted. I sat up straight, looking from the phone to Pete.

Pete laughed, "Not quite, 'Trick. We're headed to Chili."

I frowned, "Like, the country? In South America?"

Joe laughed, "No, no. It's in Illinois. That's pretty genius, Pete."

Pete beamed, "I know. Meet us there? I need to run my fingers through your luscious Jewfro. And Hurley's beard."

"You're such a creep," Andy laughed,

"Give us half an hour, Wentz. Gotta make sure we're not tailed." I could hear the smile in Joe's voice.

"I'll be counting every second," Pete said, hanging up. He tossed my phone in my lap. "Why the dirty look, Pattycakes?"

I glared harder, "I hate you."

Pete just laughed, pulling quickly into the parking lot of an abandoned...

"Eric's Chili Bar?" I asked, "Really?"

Pete grinned, "Who'd look in a trashy dilapidated restaurant?"

I scowled. It was a really good hiding spot. He parked behind the building, where the car couldn't be seen from the road. He turned and looked at me, a smirk covering his features, "So, you come here often?"

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