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Highschool!AU Pairing: Pete Wentz x fem!reader, reader x OMC Warnings: Mentions of depression and anxiety, panic attack, bullying, fluff Word Count: 3,329 (Wow) A/N: My very first request!! Thank you for submitting, and I hope you enjoy it! Also, I realize the title is over-dramatic, but so am I. I hope you like it, and please leave feed back! Please.

You stared at the clock at the front of the classroom, 3:10. There were five minutes left until the bell rang, and then you’d be free. Your physics teacher, Mr. Smith, going on and on about how big the universe was. You wanted to scream at him to shut up, you didn’t need to feel anymore insignificant than you already did. The next five minutes dragged on for what felt like an eternity, until finally the bell rang. You rushed out of the class and towards the locker you shared with your best friend.

“Hey Pete,” you grinned when you saw him shutting the locker door. “Hey Einstein, how was Physics,” he teased, ruffling your hair. “Dude, don’t touch the hair. It doesn’t like to be touched,” you complained, “and Physics was alright, Smith may have low-key given me another existential crisis, but I’m fine now.” You assured him. A look of concern flickered across Pete’s face. “You sure you’re good,” he asked cautiously. You nod and flash him an easy smile. “Yeah Pete, I’m fine. You still driving me home?” He sighed at your changing the subject, but he decided to drop it for now, nodding instead. The two of you walked to the student parking lot, chatting about teachers, homework, and weekend plans.

Pete had been your friend since your 8th grade year. You had had a major falling out with your best friends, leaving you alone and broken. Eventually you had fallen in with his group of friends, and the two of you clicked from the beginning. Fast forward to 11th grade, and Pete had become your rock after finding out about your depression and anxiety.

4 years ago... You were in the middle of telling a joke when your phone buzzed. Thinking it was your mom, you grinned sheepishly at the boys, motioning for them to continue the conversation. You looked at the name on your phone and went numb. ~~From Ashley: You and those stupid boys need to keep it down we’re trying to talk to Lexie about FCA. ~~ You scowled at your phone, before locking it and turning your attention back to your friends. A minute later, your phone went off again. ~~From Ashley: You stupid slut! We’re trying to win someone to The Lord and you’re stopping us from doing that. You’ll go to hell for that, and for having sex with those stupid freaky friends of yours. I hope you’re happy with yourself. You’re a horrible person for doing this.~~ You looked at your friends. They were laughing at something Joe was doing, so you quietly stood and hurried towards the nearest bathroom. They wouldn’t miss you, they wouldn’t even notice you were gone, nobody ever noticed.

You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs as you stared into the mirror on the bathroom wall. You wanted to go home. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Everyone would be better off without you around anyways. “Y/n? What’s wrong,” you heard Pete’s voice from outside the bathroom door. You didn’t answer. You heard him start talking to a teacher, “Ma’am, please let me go get her, she’ll talk to me. She’s crying. Please, I’m worried about her.” Suddenly, Pete was standing behind you. He pulled you into a tight hug as you cried. ~End of Flashback~

“Penny for your thoughts,” Pete said as he opened the driver’s side door. “I was just thinking about middle school,” you said cheerily. He nodded in understanding. “What do you wanna do this weekend,” he asked you. “I have an essay do Monday, a midterm on Thursday, and a research paper due on Friday, plus calculus and physics homework,” you deadpanned. “You and I both know that you won’t do anything till Sunday afternoon,” he laughed. “True, but I really need to work on homework tonight. We can hang out all day tomorrow though,” you told him. He nodded in agreement as he pulled into his driveway. You waved goodbye and ran across the street to your house.

You cried as the two figures wrestled in front of you. You yelled for it to stop. You screamed as one of the figures pushed the other down the stairs. You ran to the limp figure. Turning them over...

“PETE!” you screamed, shooting up in bed. You started to hyperventilate, and you threw your covers back. You stumbled over to your window and pulled it open, then, making your way to your light switch, you began flicking the light off and on. It was a system you and Pete had come up with when you were in middle school; if you ever had a nightmare, you flicked the light off and on 20 times. Your mom always took up your phone, so this was the only way you could inform him that you needed help. You got to 20 and curled back up on your bed. Less than 10 minutes later, Pete was climbing through your window. You looked up at him with a tear stained face. “Hey, it’s okay. What happened,” he said soothingly, pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back . “I- I- I had a bad d- dream and you-” you couldn’t continue, the memory causing your breathing to pick up again. “It’s okay. I’m okay. See,” he took your hand and placed it on his face. You moved your hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat. You started to calm down. “Can you stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?” You asked him. He nodded, and the two of you cuddled on your bed.

The next morning, you were making breakfast when you felt your phone buzz. You looked at your phone to see a message from your crush. You blushed as you opened it. ~~From Cayden <3: Hey! Call me, I have something important to tell you!~~ ~~To Cayden <3: Sure thing, give me one second.~~ You squealed in excitement. You had the biggest crush on him, and had since middle school. He was a really good friend of yours, and you hoped he would ask you out. “Hey dude, what’s up,” you asked after the phone rang a couple times. “You will never believe it Y/n, but I asked Ashley out, and she said yes!” Your heart shattered, but you fought to keep composure. “That’s- that’s awesome dude, but why did I have to call you for that?” “Ash said I should. She said you’d want to know,” he said, sounding like he didn’t understand himself. “Well, I’ve got to go. I have homework. Talk to you, whenever,” you said quietly, hanging up before you had a chance to hear his response.

“Mom! I’ll be upstairs,” you yelled as you sprinted up to your bedroom. You threw yourself onto your bed and tried not to cry. You failed miserably, and dissolved into a blubbering mess on your bed. Pete was in your room a few minutes later. You cursed yourself for forgetting to text him and tell him you didn’t want to go out today. “Y/n/n, what’s wrong,” he asked, alarmed, as he sat on the end of your bed. “It’s stupid,” you muttered, burying your face in your pillow. “No, it’s not, it’s upsetting you,” he insisted. “You know Cayden?” You asked him. He nodded slowly. “What about him?” “He texted me and told me to call him. He said he had something important to tell me. I got my hopes up, like the stupid fuck-up that I am, and he told me that he asked Ashley out, and that she said yes. When I asked him why he told me, he said that Ashley told him he should call me,” you began to cry again, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m just so awkward! I’ll be seventeen next month and I haven’t even had my first kiss! I’m too nerdy, and I’m not pretty, or talented, or-” he cut your ranting off. “Go out with me,” he said bluntly. Your face went red. “W-what Pe- Pete, what the actual fuck,” you stammered, your face turning tomato red. Did Pete Wentz, the notorious heartbreaker, womanizer, your best friend, just ask you out? “Not like that,” he blushed too, “I mean let’s fake date. To make this jackass jealous.” “Oh. Okay,” you blushed again. You weren’t emotionally stable enough to handle shit like this.

Monday rolled around, and you headed to school with Pete, as per the usual. This time, however, you and Pete walked into the school hand-in-hand. Patrick was standing at your locker when you walked in. The three of you stood to chat, when you saw Cayden approach your small group. Pete didn’t miss a beat, winding his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You wanna keep that arm Wentz,” you threatened, giving him a glare that was only partially playful. “Come on babe, can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in public,” Pete pouted. His puppy dog eyes were adorable, but your awkwardness won out, as always. “Fine. Babe, you wanna keep that arm,” he laughed, before kissing your head. His acting was on point. If you didn’t know any better, you would think you two were dating. “Are you two a thing now,” Cayden asked. Staring intently at Pete’s arm wrapped around your waist. Patrick looked between you and Pete in confusion as you both nodded. “I finally grew a pair,” Pete laughed. “Well, me and Ashley are going out now,” Cayden said. “We should double! There’s a movie coming out next month. We should go see it and maybe grab dinner,” Pete offered. A dazzling smile plastered on his face. Cayden muttered a half-hearted ‘sure’ before walking to class. “So are the two of you actually,” Patrick trailed off, still very confused. “No Trick,” he grumbled at your use of the nickname, “we’re trying to make someone jealous,” you laughed.

School was finally over, and you and Pete walked out to his car. The two of you had been the talk of the school, and you’d even seen a couple kids that you both knew hand money to another. That made you feel kind of bad, you’d have to convince them to give the money back. Pete finally broke the comfortable silence, “I think we should do a test run before the actual date next month.” “That’s not a bad idea, we can do it tonight if you want,” you responded. “Sure, where do you want to go?” “Home. If I’m going on a test date, I gotta look nice. Go big or go home Wentz,” you said with a wink. He chuckled before climbing into his car.

~Pete’s P.O.V~ Y/n sings along to the radio as I drive towards our neighborhood. Every now and then she stops and mutters a shy sorry. Every time it breaks my heart; she loves to sing, but her parents have spent her whole life putting her down for it. I pull into my driveway and watch as she runs across the street. Turning to wave at me before running up her drive way, y/h/c hair blowing behind her. She stumbles a bit, but manages to catch herself and keep going. I chuckle to myself, that girl is a mess.

A few hours later, I get a text telling me that she’s ready to go. I walk out the door after taking one last look in the mirror. When I get to her house and open the door, she jumps up and grins. She’s wearing a y/f/c dress, her wild hair is held back with a thin headband to match. She walks over to me, and I smile back at her. “Mom I’m going out with Pete,” she calls. “Okay have fun sweetheart!”

We get in my car and drive to a nearby park. Her y/e/c eyes light up with excitement. “I’ll race you to the swings,” she laughs as we break out into a dead sprint towards the swings. We climb on the swings and she laughs and giggles. I love her laugh. She’s cried so many tears, and all I want is to see her smile every day. Totally platonic of course! I look over at her. The light is hitting her face at just the right angle, and she bends backwards with her eyes closed. “What are you doing,” I ask with a smile. “It’s the weirdest feeling! You feel like you’re falling, but then at the last second you’re pulled up,” she explains. It’s at this moment I realize, I’m in love with my best friend.

~Your P.O.V~ “Wanna jump?” he asks after we’d been swinging for a while. You nod, and he counts to three. “Jump,” you yell as you both launch yourselves out of the swings. You slip and plow into. Somehow, he ends up on top of you. You can’t help it, you start to laugh. He looks down at you, and you stop laughing, fully absorbing the situation. You’re laying on the ground, Pete is on top of you, your faces are inches apart. “Y/n,” he whispers. Your heart skips a beat. “We going to have to fight Wentz,” you laugh awkwardly. “I’ll win.” “You tell yourself that hon’,” you say with mock sympathy. He laughs, and you take the opportunity to flip him onto his back. You smirk at him, and try to shake some of the dirt out of your hair. “Y/n, I-” he begins, but you cut him off. “Shit! It’s almost 10:30! I need to get home,” you roll off him, and sprint, back to where he parked. You brushed the dirt off your dress once you reached his car; your mom would kill you if you ruined yet another dress with your clumsy ways. Pete finally made it back to the car, and you grinned at him. “We’re not done here,” he teased playfully, narrowing his eyes at you. The two of you simultaneously opening the doors. “I think we are, and I think I won,” you shot back as you buckled your seat belt. You yawned, and decided that you were going to lay the seat back and try to nap.

~Pete’s P.O.V~ I spared a glance at Y/n. She looked so peaceful curled up in my passenger seat. Her hair was falling into her face, and her mouth hung open slightly as she snored softly. I laughed quietly to myself as I turned back to the road. What am I doing? I can’t fall for my best friend. I’m helping her make a guy jealous for fuck’s sake. Besides, she’s so... good, she could never even look at someone like me. I’m fucked up, even more so than she is, and she knows it. She’s tried to help, says she owes me for all I’ve done for her, but I’m just a little beyond fixing. I pulled into my driveway, and turned the car off. I heard her whimper, so I nudged her. “Five more minutes mom,” she mumbled, rolling over on her side. “Y/n, it’s time for school,” I said, trying to control my laughter. “Nooooooo,” she complained. “I will tickle you,” I threatened, poking her side. She shot up quickly, very quickly, and shot me a glare. “Bitch, you touch me and I will fight you.”

~Your P.O.V~ Pete walked you across the street to your house. “I had fun,” you say with a smirk. He laughs and rolls his eyes. He tells you good night before walking back to his house. You watch him go, the lights from the street lamps illuminating his retreating form. You can’t help but think that his ass looks really nice in those jeans. You shake your head, and walk into your house. Calling goodnight to your mom, you run down the hall to your bedroom.

~Two Months Later~ The past few months flew by in a whirlwind. You and Pete went on the double-date with Cayden and Ashley, as well as going on several other dates so that you would be able to gush to Cayden at lunch. After that first date, you began to notice little things about Pete that you had never paid attention to before. You loved the way he would run his hand through his hair when he was uncomfortable or thinking, you loved the way he laughed when you said or did something funny, you loved the way his dark brown eyes filled with concern when you were upset, but most of all, you found yourself loving him. You tried to cram the feelings down, he didn’t think about you that way, this was all an act, but you couldn’t deny the butterflies that swarmed your stomach whenever he touched you.

You stood in the lunch line at school, trying for the hundredth time to rationalize away what you felt, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You whip your head around, ready to tell the person off. You froze, Cayden is standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. “Hey, what’s up,” you say with a smile. “Me and Ashley broke up,” he says. “Oh, I’m sorry dude,” you respond, making sure the appropriate amount of sympathy was laced in your words. “Don’t be, I broke up with her,” you were a little surprised at his words. “Why,” you asked. “Look, Y/n, I really like you. I don’t why I didn’t see it before. You’re smart, funny, beautiful, and you're always so positive and happy. When I saw you with Pete, I just felt so, so jealous. I know you two are together, but I wanted you to know how I feel, and if you ever get tired of Pete, then you know where to find me,” he gave you a small smile before turned and began to walk away. You knew you should go after him, this had been the plan all along, but you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him. Instead, you sprinted out of the cafeteria and towards the music room. Pete would sometimes skip class to go and practice or write songs, you hoped today was one of those days.

You found Pete sitting on the floor with a notebook in his lap. He was muttering to himself, so he didn’t hear you come in. “Hey Pete,” you say in a small voice when you were in front of him. He looks up at you and gives you a dazzling smile. “Hey Y/n/n, what’s up,” he asked as he put his notebook down next to him. “Cayden told me he liked me,” you whispered. Looking into his warm eyes, you tried to gauge his response. “That’s great, what did you say,” he asked. His smile faltering for an instant, but he replaced it so quickly that you weren’t sure if it really had. “I didn’t say anything,” you whisper. Pete raised an eyebrow, and you could’ve sworn you saw hope flicker in his eyes. “Why,” he asked you quietly. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. You just stared at him. He stood up slowly and took a step closer to you. “I- I think I might love you,” you finally say, looking down at the floor. “I love you, but it’s your choice to make. Either way, I’ll still be your best friend,” he told you. “I- I don’t know what to choose,” you respond, your voice cracking as tears begin to flood your eyes. “Y/n, you make me whole. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but you have to choose,” his hands cupped your face and tilted it up. Your eyes locked, and he brushed your tears away with his thumb. “Kiss me,” you say softly. The kiss is soft and sweet, and it only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away. He rests his forehead on yours, and, after a few moments of silence you finally speak up.

“You. I choose you.”

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