Dog.Problems.
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We were back at my apartment, and currently packing up all my stuff.
"Oh my god. You have no clue how happy I am you still have this," Pete smirked, holding up one of the 'outfits' I had worn for Pete.
I laughed and winked at him, letting him pack it in one of my boxes.
I heard the buzzer ring, and I hit the unlock button for the doors downstairs. I knew it was probably Sadie or one of the guys, they were coming to help me move some of my things today.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door and Pete went to answer it.
"Uh, Roxy?" I heard him ask. I walked out into the main room and dropped the box I was holding in my hands, followed by a loud clatter from the glass in the box.
"Hey Roxy, I've missed you."
"Brandon, get out of here."
"Sorry, Rox. I came all this way to find you, there's no stopping me now," he smirked, walking towards me. I backed up and Pete stopped him from coming any closer.
"Whoa man, back the fuck up. She wants you out, so get out," he told him, pushing him back.
"And who the fuck are you?"
"Pete Wentz, her fucking fiance, now get out."
"Pete Wentz? Heard that name. Roxy, you're going for the famous ones now? You always were a whore."
Pete punched him hard in the nose. Brandon wiped some blood from his nose and punched Pete back. Before I knew it, they were in a heated fight, and I was screaming bloody murder.
"Brandon! Get off of him!" I screamed. Brandon stood up and looked at me, he pulled out a gun from his coat and I became quiet.
"Come on, Brandon. You don't want to use that," I told him quietly, raising my hands in the air slightly. I looked at Pete, he was now getting up quickly, ready to attack him from behind.
Then I saw Sadie and the guys in the hallway and before I knew it, Brandon was tackled to the ground by all the guys. The gun went sliding across the floor. I went to pick it up, but Brandon somehow managed to reach for it.
"I'm finishing what I fucking started, bitch."
With a loud bang, everyone screamed. I fell to the ground, an unbearable pain now creeping into my body.
"Roxy!" Pete shouted, coming towards me. I had neighbours now coming out of their apartments to see what was going on. I saw an old lady on the phone, hopefully talking to the police.
Pete sat with me in his arms until the police arrived. I stayed quiet, biting my lip to keep from screaming. When the police got here, Brandon was being held down by Patrick, Andy, Joe, and a guy from next door.
"You always had horrible aim, asshole," I spat at him as he was being handcuffed. A stretcher was brought up for me, but instead I walked down to the ambulance. My arm was in a tremendous amount of pain.
Brandon had shot my arm, and I thanked every biblical and higher being on the planet for his shitty aim.
Pete rode with me in the ambulance to the hospital, and I was rushed into the emergency room since I was a 'gun shot victim'.
I was screaming in pain as they removed the bullet, even though I had painkillers in my system. When everything was removed and I was checked for infection, they wrapped it up and put my arm in a sling. Thank god I didn't have to wear a hospital gown or stay the night, since my wound wasn't that bad.
But Brandon, he was probably wishing he was me. I'm going to make sure he gets 20 to life with no chance of parole.
Pete wouldn't let me stay at my apartment, since it was basically all packed up, and he thought staying at his house wasn't good either since everything was still packed and there was no food or a good bed.
So I ended up staying with his parents for a few days.
"Roxy dear, do you need anything?" Dale asked me for the millionth time.
"I swear, I'm fine," I told her. I hated all this attention. I still had a good arm, and it had been over a week.
"Alright dear. Just let me know," she smiled and kissed my forehead. I smiled finally, and she walked out. Less than a minute later the door opened again and Pete walked in.
"Hey, how's the arm?" He asked.
"Fine," I answered as he sat on the bed next to me. "I don't know why I can't get up and do things. I'm going crazy in here, Pete."
"Well," he looked at the door. "Maybe I can sneak you out. I know how my mom gets when she's taking care of someone. You're probably bored to death."
"You got that right," I nodded.
"Alright, come on, are you dressed?"
"No, give me a minute and I will be though." I got out of bed quickly and got dressed (with the help of Pete, have you ever tried to dress with one arm? Not that easy.)
"Okay, let's go."
Pete grabbed my good hand and we tip-toed quietly down the stairs.
"Where do you two think you're going?"
"So close," I whispered, turning around and smiling at Dale. "We were just going for a short walk."
"The doctor said you needed bed rest."
"Yes, and I've been resting for 10 days. I need fresh air. Please," I pouted.
"Alright fine," she gave in. "Don't be back too late, okay?"
"Thank you, thank you!" I grinned, giving her a one-armed hug.
"Have fun!" She called as we walked out the door.
Pete and I walked to the end of the driveway before we stopped.
"Where are we going?"
"I don't know. Wanna go see a movie or go to dinner?"
"Both, I need to take advantage of this time out," I told him. He nodded and we walked back up to his car parked in the driveway.
"Oh Roxy, I should warn you."
"Warn me?" I asked as he drove down the street.
"You haven't really been out or anything in the past week, and there's a lot of stories about you and such."
"What kind of stories?" I asked.
"Well, you were on the news for the whole gunshot thing, and since Fall Out Boy was there, it became a pretty big story. Thousands of people now know about you, about us."
"Gah. Well, there's not much we can do about it, I guess."
"Right, well that's good. You're pretty big right now. Have you been on the FOB website lately?"
"No, I don't have my laptop," I shook my head.
"Well, we had to explain to everyone what happened in the News section. I'm pretty sure thousands of girls hate you right now. And I've had about 30 interview requests about this whole thing."
"Wow, well, that's...intense."
We pulled into a parking spot on the street and started walking.
"Oh shit. It never happens this quickly, I swear," Pete told me after a few minutes.
"What?"
He pointed behind us and I spotted 3 men following us with cameras.
rest in the results <3
woke up, it was seven.
waited till eleven,
just to figure out that no one would call;
"Roxy, Brandon Jamison's trial is approaching, how do you feel about this?"
"Great. I hope he gets 20 to life. No parole," I muttered.
They snapped a few more pictures before Pete and I made it to the movie theatre. We bought tickets for Harry Potter 5, and got snacks before heading into the movie.
Pete of course, was carrying most of the stuff since I only had one good hand, and I noticed a lot of eyes on us as we made our way through the theatre.
"This is weird," I noted as we walked towards the theater.
"Sorry," Pete apologized immediately.
"Don't be. I love you, it's all that matters," I told him, stopping him just before we reached the guy who takes our tickets. He grinned at me and kissed me softly.
"I love you too, the future Mrs. Roxy Wentz."
