January 9th, 2003

Pete was in a new band called Fall Out Boy. you didn't really care. You'd been following his music for awhile and after so many hardcore bands everything sounded the same. What you wanted was him. A casual groupie. You wanted to rail him.

You went to a show for a band called the tortured convent, but Fall Out Boy was playing the warm up act. You didn't watch the main act, just Fall Out Boy, then you came behind the venue to maybe, just maybe catch a glance of him. But what you didn't expect was Pete in the flesh, smoking a cigarette alone in the back. He was leaning against a sprinter van.

You sucked in a tight breath, walking in beside him and leaning against the van. He glanced, but all you did was pull out a Newport because what else did you do?

"You go to like, all of our shows around here. Why's that?"