I Hate You Like I Hate Tuna

I'm not going to lie, Andy's place was a disaster. There were clothes everywhere. Tofu lying out on the counter tops. I was scared I was going to get tetnis in here.

Patrick smiled at me. "You can crash in my room."

"Your room?" I questioned.

"Did I mention I stay ehre on more then one occasion?"

"Patrick Stump you are something else."

"Yes well I know," He said smugly.

"Wow a little Petish?"

"Who's a little Peteish?" Pete asked coming around the corner. I gulped.

"Ah why isn't the little anit-fan."

"Escuse me? I was never a fan, don't even flatter yourself," I said glaring at him.

"Aww then why are you infatuating yourself with Pattycakes?"

"I-I, I need to go," I walked out readjusting the strap on my shoulder. Pete Wentz is the only man to every make me feel so wrong. To make me rethink everything I've done. I mean look at myself, I jsut basically jumped into a relationship with Patrick Stump! My enemy by bi line! My editor would flip, she picked me up becasue of my anit main stream ways. I dug myself a ditch and was burying myself alive.

I continued walking till I got to my hotel room. I kicked off the heels I was wearing and shimmied out of my skinny jeans. I threw off my hot pink top printed with skulls and flopped down on the bed in my camisole and panties.

I rolled over and pulled out my laptop. Trying ot busy myself with typing the interveiw. I felt my bed vibrate and searched for my cell phone. I flipped it open with a sigh.

"Shello?" I called inot the receiver.

"Uhh hey Keira, its, its Patrick, you know Stump, tall, stupid, babbles like a buffoon."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yes Patrick I know that it's you."

"Oh, well good! Now that we have that cleared up, I'm sorry abo'ut Pete."

"Nahh its ok, it made me relize some things. I mean I practically jsut jumped into this, whatever this is," I said flayling my arms around. Even though he couldn't see.

"Yeah, shall we slow down?"

"We shall," I said agreeing with him.

"How 'bout I take you out to eat next thursday, Pete's opening this club, we can eat and go there?" He questioned, hhis tone was hopeful and cute I couldn't help but give in.

"Uh sure, I'll see you then?"

"Yup, your still staying at the Hilton right?"

"Yup, bye bye Pat."

"See you," With that the line went dead. I sighed and rolled over.

I just accepted a date from Patrick Stump. Tween heart throb to every girl in America, well almost. I felt a light bulb go off in my head and furiously started to type.

I could date Patrick and take notes on it, in a way make a memoir. A second chance at the Pultzier. I already had a title. 'How I hated Patrick Stump and ended up dating him'
I could see it on the shelves of stores. It was evil, but as my NIU editor would say. 'It would make an interesting point of veiw.'