it was a week after the concert (and my birthday) and i was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, as i hummed the melody of dance dance.

i spit out the remaining toothpaste in my mouth and looked up and saw petes reflection in the mirror.

he leaned against the bathroom wall, arms crossed. he smirked and looked at me up and down, i was wearing pink pjs with little high heels all over them.

"you look like a movie star" pete said sarcastically, laughing.

"id say the same to you, wentz" i replied, looking at him up and down as well. he had on maroon pj bottoms and a tight black t shirt, his tattoos snaking up and down his arms.

"humming one of your accidental husbands songs?' he asked, flashing me a smile.

"what? no" i said, looking up at him and crossing my arms.

"liar" he said, laughing.

our faces were so close i thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he got his phone out and got on snapchat, putting on that weird filter that makes you look like a deer.

he laughed and sat on the bathroom floor, motioning for me to sit next to him.

i did so.

we laughed like idiots as pete got a video of the two of us saying dumb stuff and talking about how much we 'hated' eachother as he posted every video to his story, receiving so many views in a matter of 15 seconds it was almost hard to believe.

"ahh youre such an idiot!" i said, laughing as we were doing our personal favorite filter, the sad face

"i know you are but what am i?" pete said, holding up his phone that had a red case and wiggling his eyebrows

"hmmm i know! an even bigger idiot!" i said, cracking up

"you think youre soooo funny" pete said, laughing

"i do i do" i said, still laughing as the video ended.

"oh my god margo this one makes you look like a puppy!" he said, pointing the camera at me

"really? let me-"

i was interrupted by multiple knocks on our apartment door.

"its probably joe and landry or patrick and andy" pete said, getting up and walking to the door as i awkwardly followed.

he opened the door and revealed a tall, brunette, woman with a dress that left nothing to the imagination on, holding a little boys hand.

"meagan?"