(Record) Dealing With Love {Pete Wentz X Reader} Chapter 1: The Meeting
"Keys? Yes, got them," you mumble quietly to yourself. You grab your bag and pull the apartment door shut, sliding the keys in the lock.
"Have a great day Y/N!" an elderly lady's voice called.
"Thank you Mrs. Benson! You too!" you shoot a smile to her. Mrs. Benson has been your neighbor since you first moved to this chaotic city: Chicago. You've been here officially six months and have finally landed an internship at a huge record label. This was your big break and you were not going to waste it. You've dreamt about this opportunity your entire life. And amazingly, it was finally here.
You rush down the stairs and into the bustling street. Chicago in the morning is absolutely hectic, but a good kind. The city was brought to life in a totally way than the night, and you loved every second of it. You look at your watch, 7:38 AM.
"Shit!" you say with a hint of frustration in your voice. You were supposed to be at the label at eight. You quicken your strides, each growing longer by the next. If you hadn't have woken up late, you thought, this wouldn't have happened.
Shockingly, you somehow managed to make it on time, rushing through the doors without looking. You run into what feels like a wall, but turns out to be a man. You fall to the ground, a blush going straight to your cheeks.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't even paying attention. I'm so-" you began to apologize but get cut off.
"It's totally fine. Don't sweat it," the man says, pulling you to your feet. You look into his big brown eyes. Wow, you could get lost into those.
"Hi, I'm Y/N," you say, pushing the hair behind your ears.
"I'm Pete," he shoots you a wink. You blush fiercely. Who knew you would meet a super cute guy your first day. Granted, you had no chance with him. He probably already had a girlfriend.
"Hey, let's go fuckwad, were gonna be late," a boy with insanely curly hair called from behind you.
"Alright dipshit, I'm coming. See you around?" he says, averting his gaze at the curly haired boy back to you.
"I hope," you say with a sweet smile. Oh god, you sounded so desperate. You mentally slap yourself for that school girl move.
Pete begins to walk away with the group that called his name. You analyze the boys. There was a short one wearing a trucker hat, a tall one with the wild curls, and one with longer hair and glasses. You glance at your watch, 7:56 A.M.
Fuck, you mentally curse yourself while making a dash for the elevator. You catch it luckily and make it to your new boss' office. You knock on the door slightly, waiting for permission to enter.
"It's open!" you hear a deep voice call out. You open the door and walk in. You boss, Mr. Newberry, stands up and shakes your hand.
"Hello sir, I'm Y/n," you say sheepishly. Meeting new people made you have a tendency to be antsy.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Newberry. I'm sorry for this brief introduction, but I need you to come with me. We're signing a new band today and I need you to help with the paper work." He begins walking you both down the hall and explaining what was going to happen. You nod happily, buzzing from excitement.
Mr. Newberry opens the conference room doors and you immediately recognize the group in front of you. You lock eyes with the familiar brown ones. It was Pete, and what you're assuming is the rest of his band.
"Well, hello again, Y/N," Pete says staring into what feels like your soul.
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