When I came out, I found all of the boys in the living room watching Sin City. “Oh! My favorite!” I said snuggling up to Shawn.
“You like this movie?!” Shawn asked, surprised.
“Yeah, of course!”
“Well, I obviously have a lot to learn about you, Miss. Miller.” He whispered in my ear.
“Obviously.” I whispered and kissed him on his cheek. “Hey are we going to eat or what? We won’t have time if we don’t leave soon.”
“Let’s go then! I’m starving!” Joe shouted. We all filed out of Pete’s room, slowly but surely.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we waited on the elevator.
“Tick-Tock!” They yelled.
“Why do I even ask...”
“Tink, tell Dan and Bob to come too.”
“Yes sir, boss man.”
“Finally! Some respect!” Pete said. The other three boys of FOB hit him on the back of the head. They keep each other so grounded. In odd ways...but grounded nonetheless. “Ow!” Peter whimpered. We went to lunch but had a little but of an accident... Peter and Shawn thought it would be a fabulous idea to throw my phone at each other. For what reason, I have no idea. They only threw it a few times before I told them to quit it.
“You guys are buying me a new one if it breaks.”
“Shawn’s being an asshole. Cellphones as hitting objects are fair game.”
“Pete started it!” Shawn whined.
“Okay children just don’t break anything.” The next time Peter threw it, it hit a picture frame on the wall. “What did I just say?”
“Eh...bad aim?” Peter said innocently. Everyone else was choking on their food from laughing. The picture was in ruins on the floor along with my phone. “Uh, I’m gonna go fix that...be right back.” He paid for what he had broken and a bus boy came and cleaned up the mess. Peter got my cell and luckily it wasn’t broken. “It’s okay!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes. He went back to the cash register to do god knows what. “Yo, Tink, come here!” He yelled to me. I turned to see him waving me over.
“I better go make sure they’re not calling the cops on Peter. Be back.” I told Shawn. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back for a kiss.
“I, Shawn Harris, promise to never throw your phone at Pete Wentz again. Forgive me?”
“Of course. Next time you’ll pay though.”
“Can’t wait then.” He smirked and gave me another kiss. Peter was waving me over and was about to die because I was taking so long.
“What did he do now, Will?” I said to our waiter behind the counter.
“Hey, hey! The only thing I did was break that picture, okay?”
“Okay, Peter Pan.”
“So which one?” Pete pointed to the two delicious looking cookies in the glass case.
“You called me over here so I could pick out a cookie for you?”
“No! It’s for you.”
“Apologizing with cookies are we?”
“Maybe...”
“Okay!” I said happily. “Ummm... I want that one!”
“You heard the girl, Will! Ring me up!”
“I ain’t your bitch, Peter.” Will told him.
“Fine, please! Actually, we’ll take both of them.”
“Both?!” I questioned.
“Yeah, one for me! Those look damn good.” Pete paid and Will gave me my cookie.
“Wow. They are really good. I should steal yours.”
“Hey back off, Tink! One apology equals one cookie.”
“Fine. Hey where’s my phone?”
“Do you forgive me?”
“Do I have to?”
“Tink.”
“Yes, Peter. I do.” I told him as we walked back to the table. He slid my phone into my back pocket and left his hand there. “Hey! None of that!”
“That’s not what you told Shawn last night.” He whispered. I elbowed him in the side before I sat down.
“Not cool, Tink.” He said while I gave him an innocent smile.
“Cookies?” Shawn yelled.
“Hey! I want cookies too!” Joe said.
“Go buy your own damn cookies! Tink gets one cause I almost destroyed her phone and I get one cause...cause I just get one!” Shawn was trying to bite mine while it was in my hand. I finally gave in and let him bite it.
“Thank you, sweetie. It’s almost as sweet as you.”
“You’re welcome, master of cheesy lines.”
“You love ‘em.”
“That’s true.” It was 2:30 by the time we got to the Island Def Jam offices. So we hung out at the coffee shop next to it for a bit.
“Okay so the show is at The Troubadour at 7:00. We’re the last to go. I would pick you up but I have to do rehearsal and stuff and I know it’s our first official date but...”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course!”
“Okay, I’ll leave a backstage pass at the front.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I know practically everyone who works there. I’m probably going to bring some of the boys. So we usually go through the back anyway.”
“Okay, Miss. Connections!”
“Whatev. I’m only connected to one person at the moment...” I said and kissed him.
“Good to hear. Well, I’m going to go. I have to meet the guys. See you at 7?”
“Yup.”
“Bye, Eryn Smith.”
“Bye, Shawn.” I smiled and kissed him one last time. He left the shop and hailed a taxi.
