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Inbetween	By : PaperPlanesCrash Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Fall Out Boy Views: 1685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(*Gah. I know Pete Wentz is 28…but, I made him younger because I’m cool like that…hehe ^^;;)

(This is in complete Raw FORM I don't have a beta yet. ^^; )

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Title: Inbetween
Author: PaperPlanesCrash
Chapter: Two – Surprise?

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What lies inbetween two bodies pressed together in search of any kind of pleasurable relief? Cole was definitely too exited to care at the moment. : )

He had packed some clothes and got on a plane. Flying from Chicago to Vegas would take a while, but Cole didn’t care. He would be within 100 meters of his idol.

Peter Wentz.

Just imagining what it would be like helped Cole pass some time by. He soon arrived in Vegas and, after finding his luggage, he wheeled his stuff over to a rented car, it was silver and slightly old and rusted, but it would do. He put his stuff in and drove to his hotel.

After getting settled he went to bed, tomorrow would be the best day of his life.

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Cole woke up around four in the afternoon.

He hadn’t realized how much the time change had effected him. Maybe he should’ve set an alarm, well, it didn’t matter. After eating a quick meal delivered by the room service, he looked through his luggage for the perfect outfit.

Ahh, yes. He found a pair of skinny jeans that fit snuggly against his thin legs, and he wore his blue and green Fall Out Boy shirt, along with a black and white striped hoodie. He zipped up the hoodie half way so you could see the shirt slightly. It fitted well on his lithe figure. He combed his hair and sprayed some hair spray on it to keep it just right.

He headed out the door around five, the concert would start in an hour and Cole just couldn’t wait.

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“So, Pete, What are your hopes for tonight’s concert?” Christy Crash asked a very bored looking Pete Wentz.

Christy Crash was a reporter who had gotten a chance of a life time. To interview Fall Out Boy’s Bassist. He was well known to be crazy at the after parties of all their concerts and Christy l had struck a deal with the bassist. He’d have to carry her camera around and record anything exciting that happened. Then she’d get to interview him before the concert, and the next day.

Pete sighed, “Well, I just hope I please the fans.” He said as he sat up and smiled.

“I think we should finish this later. The show’s about to start.”

Christy nodded and smiled, “Thank you for your time.” She said holding a hand out to him, he took it and shook it, “It’s been my pleasure.” After a slight blush from the young reported, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room with a crooked smile on his face, tonight, he’d definitely put on a show for his fans.

He walked into their make-up room and was greeted by the sight of Andy in boxers, Patrick in a t-shirt and jacket along with baggy pants and a base ball cap, and Joe was wearing a tight black t-shirt and skinny jeans.

Pete walked over to the closet and grabbed his clothes. He slipped into them easily. His tattooed body was covered with a long sleeved tight navy blue shirt, a green short sleeved hoodie, and black skinny jeans. He grabbed his base as he saw Patrick and Joe do the same with their instruments and they headed out the door.

His heart began to pound. It always did, every time they rushed on stage it was like the first time they ever did so.

As he walked out on stage the crowd roared and cheered. He felt his whole body tingle, like it was his first concert all over again. He smiled and waved to the fans and they burst into an uproar of screaming and fainting girls.

Just seeing the mass of people made him just want to kiss every one of them.

He would also do it out of something more than appreciation.

Oh boy did the guy love kissing, and the thing that came next too. ;)

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Cole’s heart probably had stopped when the opening band had announced Fall Out Boy.

Out came Patrick, the crowd cheered, then came Joe and Andrew side by side, they screamed more, but he knew that the majority of the crowd was waiting for his Idol to come out.

It seemed like everything went in slow motion, he saw a black converse, then another came forward and it brought out the beautiful God known as Pete Wentz.

It felt like the crowd held it’s breath to admire his sexy hair, and body, and his beautiful face, then, just like that, Cole snapped back to reality as the crowd burst in to an uproar. The crowd held crying, screaming and on-the-verge-of-fainting girls of many young ages.

They all rushed forward, and shoved Cole along too.

But, he didn’t really mind, now he was closer to the stage and he stared up at the man he looked up to for so long, even though Pete Wentz wasn’t a virgin any more, at least he had kept his vigil for that long, right? There was no need to think of Pete’s new addiction to making out with random fans and sleeping with a lot of them, no, because Cole was too hypnotized as a beat was laid down by Andrew and the Joe followed, then Pete.

This was a song he knew too well.

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Cole sang along as he watched the bassist spin, jump, run around, switch places with Joe, and then he was singing along with Patrick and Joe. Andrew was in the back center-stage magically staying on beat perfectly, yet driving the Andy-fans insane.

The Joe-fans were running back and forth trying to take pictures and make videos of the man running around stage in his usual manner. But all the movement got Cole a lot closer to the stage, and since Patrick fans were mostly screaming his name in the center, Cole found himself in the middle of a horde of girls that screamed and almost fainted at the slightest movement made by Pete.

Oh boy. This was awkward. Was he the only Pete-obsessed-fan that was a guy?

Cole glanced around for a moment.

……….

Guess so.

But all his worries left his mind as Pete came up to the microphone and let out a hoarse scream to go along with the song. Cole sand along with the huge mob around him and he jumped up and down like them as Dance, Dance started.

He was such a girl sometimes.

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Pete didn’t really concentrate of thumbing the right string or getting the right note. He had played “Dance, Dance” so many times he could do it with his eyes closed.

Instead a sly smile played on his lips as he watched the fans go crazy over certain band members and how everyone screamed every time Pete did something.

With that thought in his mind, he sang along, just like always.

The fans screamed yet again. He could hear that their voices were hoarse but from the way they acted, he bet that he could make themselves scream themselves into losing their voices and they’d still try to scream for him.

A small smirk found it’s way onto his lips as he thought of the after party. At some popular bar. It was closed to the public, and only certain people who had gone to the concert were aloud to enter, hot people.

Yes, shallow. But, anyone under the age of 18 wasn’t aloud either. Pete would probably sleep with some fan tonight. Images of girls filled his mind, around 24, his age, or ambey older. He liked older women, if they were cute enough.

He nodded with the music coming from the base as he smirked and winked and blew kisses to his fans, driving them crazy.

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Cole had jumped up and down along with the music and thought that Pete Wentz had blew him a kiss, or aimed a wink at him, but when ever he thought so, so did the twenty other girls surrounding him.

Cole thought about the buzz of the biggest topic of the fan girls.

The after party.

Anyone who went to the concert was aloud to come, but only pretty people were let in. Once they were in, they’d meet the band members and party with them.

Holly, a 26 year old woman spoke to him when she noticed that it sparked Cole’s interest.

She had said that usual regulars were given passes because they came to most of the shows and they were pretty enough to be in there. Another reason for the exclusive passes given to the loyal fans was because if security let in new people at every after-party, the band members wouldn’t be able to party like they wanted, they’d be attacked every time.

Holly had estimated that only about fifty fans would be let in, and about two hundred fifty regulars. The regulars were familiar with the band members already and didn’t really bother them.

Cole thought for a moment, “So, if someone went to this...’after party’ they’d get to meet Pete Wentz if they wanted to?”

Holly raised a pierced eyebrow for a moment, and she laughed, “Well, I’m sure that they’ll let you in, since your such a cutie, but Peter…isn’t really into guys…I think.” She said placing a finger to her chin.

No wonder she was let in, she was a pretty girl, and she looked about 20, not 26.

Cole nodded and stayed close to Holly for the remainder of the concert. As the fifth song ended Patrick went up to the center mike, “I hope you all enjoyed our concert!” he yelled as the crowd let out their screams which were slightly hoarse, and in unison, sounded like a loud roar.

“Hey, listen up kid.” Holly whispered pointing a black painted finger at Patrick.

Patrick lit a smile and continued, “As you probably know, we always host an after party exclusively for fans who have been to all of our concerts, but about fifty of you will be randomly selected to join us, Fall Out Boy, and if your lucky, you can party with us!”

The crowd roared again as Patrick sheepishly thanked everyone for coming and wished them a good night.

“Hey, I’ll take you to the club, but there’s no guarantee that you’ll get in….your definitely cute enough, but I don’t know if they’ll let guys in as one of the lucky fifty…most of the guys there are guys with passes, and they aren’t really..well...you know..” Holly said looking down at hee shoes, “Gay?” Cole provided, she looked up and nodded with a blush, “Yeah, but, you can still try.”

Cole nodded.

“Let’s go, my car is parked close by, if we leave now then we can get there before most of the pretty girls get there. “ She said winking and taking out her car keys. While other fans rushed towards the stage for free t-shirts and pre-autographed CDs Cole, and his new pal, Holly headed for the exit.

Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones with that idea.

He had noticed that the whole A section of the parking lot was practically empty, and the B lot wasn’t too far behind.

He knew he shouldn’t ride with a stranger, but he had known Holly for…a few hours, so, she wasn’t a stranger…right?

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The after-party!!

…after-party!...After party!!……AFTER PARTY!!!!!!!

That was all Pete could think of as he opened the door of the car and got out, he entered the club through the exit along with Patrick, Joe and Andy.

He and his band mates were greeted by the regulars, they treated the bassist like they would any other friend. He also sow new faces, but was glad that they stood from afar and just stared at him, rather than run up to them. He signed t-shirts and CD’s along with some magazines. After about twenty minutes the rush was gone and they were all just enjoying the party, mostly because his new excited fans wanted to seem cool and collected on the dance floor. But he didn’t pay attention to them.

He grabbed his bag and took out the small camera and pressed record. He held it up to his face and talked to the camera as he walked over to the other band members.

“What’s up? I’m Pete Wentz and I’m here at the After-party of our recent concerts….Oh, there’s Patrick dancing with some girls,“ he said aiming the camera at the mentioned person, then her moved it around to face Andy who was sitting on a couch talking to some guys and girls, “There’s Andy-wandey talking to some of our usual party people…” he said as he spun the camera around, “Oh! And there’s Joe being interviewed in the backroom.” Pete said as he zoomed in on the bar were a young reporter was laughing and jottong things down occasionally.

“Well, my plans are to get drunk out of my mind and do something crazy, I’ll probably fine some pretty girl and…” Pete trailed off, then a crooked smile appeared, “Well, you know what I mean…”

He sat down and placed the camera on the table so it had a full view of how many drinks the bassist consumed.

By the time most of all the people had greeted him and tried to converse with him he had consumed various drinks, but five alcoholic drinks in all.

He sighed and smirked at the camera as he brushed off yet another girl off who had wanted to sit with him, “Not drunk enough to start looking for some excitement.”

But, as he gulped down a blue nameless liquid, his ‘excitement’ just got there.

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“Hello there, Miss…Holly.” He security guard said as he looked at her pass, he then glanced up at Cole, “Who are you?”

“I’m C-“ Cole was interrupted by a smiling Holly, “He’s my little brother, Cole. He doesn’t have a pass, but do you think you could let him in?” Holly asked in a friendly manner and sealed her friendly attitude with a smile.

The security guard paused for a moment, “Okay, whatever, there’s no way I can judge whether he’s cute or not…but he’s not ugly.” The guard shrugged, “Thank you!” Holly said as she pulled a stunned Cole into the large room filled with a rythimitc beat and many people dancing.

Holly leaned over and yelled over the music, “After the party is over call me if you need a ride!” She said as she handed him a piece of paper. He jotted down his number on his arm and she left to go meet up with a few other regular ‘after-party’ attending friends.

He glanced around and his heart almost stopped as he saw his idol sitting at a table surrounded by a few girls and some drunk guys. From the looks of it Pete also had been drinking…alit. There were over eight or nine glasses and Pete was chugging a vodka at the moment. God, He still looked as sexy as ever when he was drunk.
Cole’s feet began to carry him forward. Oh God, he was less than a minute away from finally meeting his idol…Peter Wentz!!!

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PaperPlanesCrash: MERP. I know, it wasn’t really good, but the next chapter will be great, I have it all planned out…and you’ll love it. :D I made it longer for you guys. XD The last one was short. Dcjlshklgbvl;;;

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