[Pete] You Were the Last Good Thing About This Part of Town [Wentz] 01

"I can't wait until my fuc*ing break." I mumbled under my breath when the next old lady stepped up to the check-out lane.
She was your typical 'old lady.' Grey hair, some whiskers, decaled sweater, and grey velcro [probably prescription] shoes.
"NOw I don't want you to smash my bread, the last time I came here, my bread got smashed." she loaded 4 loaves of bread, some macaroni and acheese, and mayo onto the black conveyar belt.
"I promise you I won't...the last thing we want is smashed bread." I put on my best fake smile. "Isn't it?"
"What? Speak up!" the elderly lady cupper her ear with her wrinkly hand.
"Nothing." again fake...'I am NEVER going to work on the first of the month again! I thought to myself as I scanned the jar of mayo.
"Ok...that will be $8.07."
"Here is a ten." she said as she handed me the crumpled up bill from the depths of her coin purse.
"Your change is $1.93, Have a nice day!" I handed her her bad as she shuffled her way our the door. My next hour and 5 min [not that I was counting] were preactically the same until I got to take my lunch break. It wan't mych, but I was just happy to get off my fee. I made my way to the break room where I was the only one...'thank god! Peace and quiet!' I opened my lunch sack which contained a peanut butter and honey sandwich, my favorite. I carefully unwrapped it as I inhaled my source of nutrition.
"I do not want to have to deal with anymore people all day." I mumbled under my breath when my boss Regina came in.
"Sam, would you be able to stay and work a couple more hours? George called, his dog got ran over."
Since my being a dog lover I decided to stay. "Yeah, its fine." I nodded then washed down the rest of the contents of my mouth with an ice-cold cherry coke.
"Thanks." Regina stated, when she left the room because her cell phone was ringing...some rap crap.
"I can not understand at all why anyone considers rap, a form of music...well except Kayne, he's awesome. But, to each their own, i guess." I half heartidly shrugged and grabbed my trash and threw it into the cheap dispenser. 'Great!' I saw something as I made my way back to my register. He was extremely skinny and looking around with a jar of honey and peanut butter.
"Were open here." I put my are in the air and waved him over.
'HOLY SHIT, HE JUST ISN'T ANY MAN....THATS PETE WENTZ!'
My heart began to flutter as he walked over to my lane. Suddenly I became nervous of what I looked like. Stupid, Stupid, I was mentally bashing myself.
"Hi." I smiled, I hope I didn't have anyting in my teeth. What the Fu*k, all I had was honey and peanut butter.
"Hello." His smile was enough to make anyone melt.
"Good choice, that was my lunch. haha, Jelly is overated."
"Yup, it is." Was it me, or was he acting like a jerk?!?!
"Your totaly is $3.45." I am so embarressed, why don't I treat him like anyone else, just let the poor HOT man be.
"Mmkay, here is a 5." I grabbed it but then I felt something on the back. IT WAS A NOTE! I quickly grabbed it and non-shalantly shoved it in my pocket.
"Your change is $1.45, have a nice day."
"Thanks." He grabbed the bag and walked ou the door. As soon as he was out of sight I whipped out the note and almost laughed at what it said.
Do you like me? Check yes or no." I will be back later to find out. I forgot the bread for a reason.
My eyes can't believe what they have seen. Did I just get a grade school "crush" note?

REST IN RESULTS--> CLICK!

< REWIND PETE'S POV >
I've been in here before, where was she today? I was looking around until she called me over. I looked at her. She was breath taking as usual. Her long burnette hair made me swoon. Her nails were painted black, but have been chipped with time, just like mine. Before I came up to her I patted my pocket for good luck.
'Ok, all it is is one little crush, if she says no, you'll be fine.'
"Hi." She smiled. For some reason it was even more captivating than usual. But, I don't see how.
"Hello." I couldn't help but smile back even though my smile was so ridiclously large.
"Good chioce, that was my lunch, haha, jelly is overated." She is sooo right. Honey kicks ass, but I don't want to make it obvious that I like her.
"Yep, it is." OH MY GOD, YOU ARE SO STUPID, THAT IS ALL YOU CAN SAY?'
"Your total is $3.45." OK, I reached in my pocketand put the note folded up in the $5.
"Mmkay, here is a five." As I handed it to her I became nervous, really nervous.
"Your change is $1.45." she sweetly chimed.
"Thanks." I grabbed the bag and got the hell out of there as fast as I could. Now it was Sam's turn, to break my heart.