Taylor Swift Has Nothing On Us

Whisk You Away Like A Princess

The group collectively groaned as the coach gave them their assignments. Though, by a matter of fate, Pete and Mikey got the same assignment, despite being as far away from each other as possible.

"Don't be a girl" Mikey hisses and throws a mop at Pete who is cringing at the ground.

"Dude, this is a fucking shower where guys wash after practise. I've seen the shit that goes down in here" Pete explains

"Oh did someone drop the soap? I bet it was you" Mikey smirks "no other reason for you to be this homophobic"

"Ha. Ha." Pete says sarcastically. "You just want that image to get off at night"

"Trust me Pete. I couldn't even get hard to the image of you if I tried" Mikey bluffed.

"Yeah right fag" Pete curses. Again with that weird? Fag. Such an icky word. Mikey did not like that word one bit, he may not be a violent person but that word stuck him in the gut and he lost his temper. He threw whatever was in his hand at the time, a bottle of Clorox wipes, in the direction of Pete.

Pete, dramatically turns around with a very angry look on his face. It in that moment Mikey realised he fucked up. Before Mikey could even begin an apologetic word, Pete pushed him against the wall. He totally ignores Mikey's head cracking against the blue tile and moves in for a punch.

Mikey yelps in pain as Pete's knuckles collide with his jaw, hopefully not bruising it too badly.

"You throw like a girl" Pete spits

"You punch like a bitch" Mikey fights back, attempting to push Pete away, but fails miserably.

The heavy breathing echoes off the light blue tiles for a moment before they are cut off abruptly.

Mikey feels a pair of lips roughly pressing against his own. His eyelids flutter down and his arms drape over the shorter boy's shoulders.

"Tell anyone and you're fucking dead" Pete pushed away from the younger boy and left him to clean the shower by himself.

By the time Mikey finished and got home he didn't want to put up with anymore bullshit. Yet, upon entering his room, he saw someone who wasn't Kayla or Cass.

"Nice room" Pete commented, lounging on Mikey's bed. "We seem to enjoy the same music"

"What are you doing here?" Mikey asked, feeling ready to just lay down in a giant puddle of himself and fall asleep.

Pete just shrugged, pushing his body up off the bed and walking around the bedroom, poking at the random things Mikey leaves laying around.

"Look, I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish, whether it be trying to figure out your sexuality or just messing with me. But it'd be super if you kept me out of it. I don't have time for your shit" Mikey sighs turning to his closet to pick out his pyjama pants, desperately needing to get out of these sweaty, cleaning solvent soaked shorts he had on all day.

Mikey didn't know Pete was behind him until a pair of lips were generously sucking on his neck. Mikey only moaned for a minute before coming to his senses and pushing the older man away.

"Seriously man," Mikey steadied his voice "I'm not in the mood to put up with your bipolar sexuality"

Pete sighted, exasperated, sitting on the bed and letting his head fall into his hands. "I'm sorry dude. It's just my parents, my friends, the team... they wouldn't accept... so like, I trained myself to be straight but like..." he paused to look at me. "You're just..."

He was obviously incapable of forming legit sentences at the moment so Mikey filled in what he could and sat on the bed next to him. "You um, have so big game tomorrow..." Mikey looked everywhere except the space that Pete occupied. Friday night is the night of the first game and performance, I mean it's going to be a long day. It's also the last Friday before school starts meaning there's going to be a Friday night bonfire after the game then a Saturday morning free period before partying begins again that afternoon.