the clock struck seven o clock as i entered the small coffee shop. i walked into the shop wearing my new heels, a pink skirt, and grey tank top. I scanned the room for pete and found him sitting at a brown table on his phone. he had on a grey t shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black snapback hat that that said "FOB" on it. i walked over and sat down. pete didnt notice. "hello? earth to asshole" i said, making him look up. "oh nice to see you to" he said, shutting off his cellphone. i smiled a fake smile and rolled my eyes. "so uh- what are we gonna do?" I asked. "youre going to have to tour with us I guess?" he said, making me start to laugh. "never in a million years, I have fashion school. I worked my ass off to get where I am, youre little band isn't ruining it" I said harshly. "and what? you think I didn't work hard? im the famous one!" pete said back. "well If people were famous for being complete douches, youd be a superstar " i said. "well margo" pete said, grabbing a quarter from his wallet. "are we seriously deciding this by flipping a coin, Wentz?" i asked, irritated. "yup, WENTZ" he said back. "i call heads" i said. he flipped the coin and we both sat on the edges of our seats to see who would win, heads or tales.

"HEADS! HA!"

before i even knew it i was carrying moving boxes up to pete and i's new apartment in the city as he complained about having to put off his tour for a whole three months.