Young and Reckless

I’m crazy in my green and brown whale of a car. I’m almost insane and almost alone. I chance a glance to my right at the man sitting in the front passenger seat. I feel the urge to reach out and run a finger along his jaw, down his cheek, to kiss the end of his nose. He turns his entire body and looks at me looking at him.

When what you want is what you can't have, you have to settle for less. Tell me, what's less than love?

Disclaimer: You should be able to figure out that I don't own Pete Wentz. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this story, I'd be in a dark room doing the things you don't talk about. I kid. Sort of.
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