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    dots Submission Name: His Name Was Pete Wentzdots

    Author: darkened_soul
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       The story of how I grew to "love" Pete Wentz. Well, it's more of a dramatic entry I did to see if I could pull off this writing style. I was just really bored one night and this is what I came up with.

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    dotsHis Name Was Pete Wentzdots

    Have you ever found yourself looking into the eyes of someone in a poster, finding yourself intrigued, butterflies in your stomach, heart racing, that feeling you get when you fall in love, yet you looked at nothing but the eyes? Well, that's my story, and his name was Pete Wentz. It all started with a conversation. A simple question of who sung what, and an introduction that would change the way I looked at the world of celebrities.

    A song played on the television upstairs. I went upstairs, intrigued by the sound. I watched the T.V. screen for a moment. She wasn't listening to the radio channel, like usual, she was actually watching Much Music. So I watched the music video, partially. I was more tuned out, listening to the lyrics, the music. Patiently, I waited in the living room for the song's band/title to come back on the screen. Finally, I got what I wanted. A song titled "This Ain't A Scene" had been playing. The band was Fall Out Boy. The name of the band sounded vaguely familiar, but I hadn't a clue where I knew it. So I went on that day, like regular, thinking nothing of it. In the days following, the song stuck in my head, but the week was almost over, and I was heading home, and there, I would download the song. During the first few days of my return, the song had slipped my mind. I forgot ever hearing it, ever wanting it. Just like that, the phase had passed, I had moved on.

    Months passed, I was out at the mall when I saw it. The song, on a poster, advertising the new single released the week previous. I stared, blocking doors from being passed. My mind was jogged of the video, the desire to own the song. I was snapped out of my daze by ride awaiting impatiently. I followed along behind her. I went home and spoke to my friend, using a simple dial-up connection on my home computer. She informed me, she could get me that song, and by my next visit up, she could've acquired the whole CD. This set my mind at ease.

    Curiousity started to get the better of me, I wanted to know more about the band, the music, the lyrics, the meanings. I wanted to know who Fall Out Boy was. I asked my friend, "what do you know of this band?" Her answer was not of a surprise, she informed me she knew nothing about them, aside from "they are a band", and "they are apparently popular." We paid no attention to main-stream music. So she went researching. By the next time we spoke, she knew more than I. She knew the band members' names, where they grew up, how the band formed, and the complete discography. She even had pictures from the internet to tell me the members. Why I couldn't search it myself, I will never know. Forever assuming it was a simple matter of time management.

    Via MSN, she sent me some pictures. Upon opening the first of the series, my eyes cited this tanned brunette. His hair was cut assymetrical, messy, almost as though he had awoken minutes before the photo was taken. Looking the photo up, then down, I was mesmorized by the hazel eyes I found myself glued to. Something about them... I couldn't explain if I tried. My heart raced, my stomach filled with butterflies, I felt light-headed, and I closed my eyes. In that moment, I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in a long while, it felt just like being in love. I was consumed instantly. I wanted more of this feeling, more of this tanned-brunette, his name, I learned, was, Pete. Even the name, it felt so right to say, to hear said, to see.

    Was it love? It's hard to say. Can you ever fall in love with a picture? Maybe not. Can you ever fall in love with someone of such a status. Maybe not. Maybe you can. Fellow readers will say it's not possible. Some will say, you can't love someone you don't know. Some will say, it's celebrity obsession. Maybe it is. But maybe, when something as simple as the eyes in a photograph, causes a love-like chain reaction, maybe it is love.

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      I liked your story alot! I understand this feeling. The photo's of the stars they have now make them look like gods or goddesses(smile)
    Anyway I just wanted to say I enjoyed reading this and look forword in reading more of your work.

    Kelley Frost
    | Posted on 2008-02-10 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ]

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