YOU USED TO DRESS PUNK AND HAVE A TEST TUBE FETISH BUT NOW I'LL CRY AND EAT RICE WITH MY WEENY ON THE INTERNET FEATURING PRANIEL

Pete Wentz lifted his pathetic head to the sound of many footsteps coming towards him. No, they were not fangirls - thank god. Probably worse though...

"Naomi! Holy shiiiiiiiiit..."

"Yes Jenary this is Pete Wentz now can we get to the point please?"
But all four friends who had just arrived continued to stare at the little, tatooed, 13 year old girl sitting curled up against the side of the station bench.

"This is really hard for me, alright?" he sobbed. And they all laughed.

"Okay good one," Naomi chuckled hitting him on the shoulder, "now let's go here's a train."

Pete who had not taking any of this in good humour AT ALL, got up, startled by the oncoming vehicle. Click Clack, Click Clack, went the train tracks.

"That train is on the other side, you moron," Daniel pointed out.

"Oh, oh yeah..."

Tiffany suddenly spotted a familiar face. "Wait, that's Chrischie!" and she reached the steps before the train had even stopped.

Everybody ran as fast as they could up the stairs, across the overhead and down the stairs again. Tiffany fell back wheezing and spluttering, due to her being unfit and all. But no worries, Daniel came to overtake her and suprisingly, or not, so did Pete.

"State soccer player my asshole," Naomi murmured angrily, trying to catch up. The doors were about to close as they reached the bottom of the stairs and charged onto the platform.

"NO WAIT!"

The automatic doors opened again and even then Naomi had not stopped yelling. "CHRISCHIE IT'S YOUR HERO PETE WENTZ!!"

Seeing them running and hearing all the ruckus, Chrischie stepped out of a carriage.

"Thank - god - we - caught - you -" Tiffany managed to wheeze.

"Oh? Why?"

Everyone stared at each other in a moment of slience.

"Oh it's okay, YOU CAN GO NOW!" Sam called to the conductor. He nodded and the train doors closed again and began to head off. "Uhhh, WHAT-" began Chrischie but Jenary had already gotten a firm hold of his arm.

"But all my stuff in my bag is-"

"Smart thinking Sam!" Daniel said cutting Chrischie off and hi-fived her.

"Youu knowww itttt!"

Chrischie stared at them in disbelief. He suddenly had a meltdown.
"Thank you. THANK YOU! NOW WHAT THE F***! AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW????!!!!!" he cried angrily.

"Ohhh. So much for the nicest boii evarrr," Tiffany nudged Jenary.

Pete suddenly took this opportunity to butt in. "Uh," he said casting Naomi aside, "what does any of this have anything to do with me?"

Chrischie gasps. "HOLY-"

"YOU JUST DON'T GET IT!!!" Naomi growled pushing him over. "Not everything is about you and that's why you freakin ended up here in the hands of your future killers."

"Shuuuut uuup Pete Wentzz," Jenary drawled slapping him in the head.

Pete stood up. "Would you stop treating me like a piece of shit?!"

"Um, you are a piece of shit..." Daniel pointed out.

Pete glared at him. Then he looked down and sobbed. "I kn-kn-knowwww..."

"Why are yooh guyz sooo mean 2 him?!" Chrischie squealed.

"Whoa what's wrong with you?" Sam asked wide-eyed.

"Um, you just used alliteration," Daniel pointed out.

"Stop pointing things out!" Tiffany yelled back at him.

"Are we going to the ariport to drop this piece of scum off or not?" asked Jenary getting frustrated.

"Yes, okay."

They dragged Pete along and made their way to the stairs.

Chrischie trailed along. "WTF is even going on?!"