Pete Wentz was an asshole. Everyone knew that. He yelled about his feelings on stage then slept with groupies after and then yelled about his sad feelings on stage again. That's all he did. Besides getting high with his friends, he did that too.

And in another one of his slutty journeys was you. He couldn't, and never did, put a label on you. You were his situationship. He fucked you, cuddled you for a couple hours, then drive you home. Over and over. The closest thing to a date you two got was when you got drinks, before fucking and cuddling then dropping you off again. This time in his car! Wow!

And in the midst of this, he did it again. Texting you in the dead of night, on your flip phone. As per usual.

"hey hru wnna hang"