Someone Get Me to a Church - Petekey

Chapter 1

"Mom, you don't understand, you're wasting your money. This isn't gonna change me or change what I love," Pete protested from the back of his moms SUV, dreading the months to come. He fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, trying to drown out the world around him.
"Pete, you're very sick. We're sending you here so you can get better, we don't want a satan worshipping fag as our only son," Pete's mom explained from the passenger seat, digging through her purse for something, Pete didn't care enough to try to figure out what she was looking for.
"Not believing in God doesn't make me satantic, it just means I have a brain," Pete mumbled, sincerely hoping his parents didn't hear him.
"Peter Wentz! Don't talk back!" Pete's father spat as he drove down the desolate roads. "We don't want to hear a word from you until you're cured," He added, his voice keeping it's notable stern tone. Pete stayed silent, failing to listen to what his over religious father had to say.
"Pete, for the love of Christ, please comb your hair. You need to make a good impression, you might meet a pretty girl where you're going," his Mom said, reaching into the backseat and handing her son a miniature hair comb. Pete rolled his eyes at the 'pretty girl' comment and pretended to comb through his messy hair until they arrived to the school.
"Here at last," Pete's mom mumbled tiredly, clearly regretting tagging along for the two hour drive.
His dad parked the car in front of the campus, getting out instantly and going to the trunk to retrieve Pete's bags. Pete just sat in the car, staring at his new school. He admired how elegant and classy the architecture of everything was, "At least it's pretty," he said to himself, getting out the car to help his Dad. Pete felt the cool air of Autumn glide across his skin, making his desire to go inside lessen, if that was even possible.
Pete's mom grabbed his wrist and walked him into the school like he was a child beginning kindergarten. His father trailed behind them with Pete's luggage, wishing he was at home watching football. They walked through the large front doors of the main building and went straight to the front office to get Pete checked in. Pete walked along to the office in a dreadful silence, the abundance of religious decor making him sick to his stomach.
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"So you're Peter?" The elderly lady behind the counter questioned after Pete's parents completed signing him in. They silently walked out the office and headed to the car, leaving their son behind. Pete nodded at the woman's obvious question. "We're excited to have you here. We typically don't take applications after the registration date, but when we heard of your lifestyle, we knew you needed to be here more than anyone. I promise you'll be cured soon," The woman said, making Pete want to roll his eyes once again. He decided their was no use to try and defy the school so early on, so he attempted to be nice.
"Well, thank you for having me. I'm ready to be forgiven and cured," Pete lied. He was always talented at being deceptive and pretending to be religious. That's how his atheism (and his sexuality) went unnoticed for almost 6 years. The elderly woman smiled at Pete before handing him a rusty key and his class schedule.
"Your dorm room's number is 708, you'll be in dorm number 4." She explained calmly, clearly glad that Pete seemed ready to "be forgiven". "Your guide should be here any minute, he'll show you around campus and get you into the scheme of things," She said with a seemingly peaceful smile. He knew it was disingenuous.
Pete got out his keychain and added the key to prevent losing it.
"Thanks," he muttered to the woman as a lanky teenager in a school uniform calmly stepped into the office. Pete realized he'd have to wear the same bleak uniform and almost threw up on the spot. There was no way anyone could pull it off, the outfit had little to no personality. "Are you.." He paused, looking at the piece of paper in his hand,
."..Peter Wentz?" The boy asked with a charming smile. Pete nodded. The boy looked to be about his age, but was significantly taller than him. "Cool, I'm Dallon Weekes. It's my duty to guide you around the school and show you everything. If you have any questions, please ask. You ready?" Dallon said, holding out his hand for a handshake. Pete shook his hand quickly before nodding. He could tell Dallon was into all the religious bullshit, so he decided he wouldn't talk to him more than he had to.
Dallon walked with Pete around the campus, showing him all the boring religious statues and the abundance of chapels and lack of classrooms. "We don't really have normal classes once you get to our age, most of your classes are just gonna be different variations of sunday school," Dallon laughed, Pete stayed quiet. Despite the grand aesthetic and detailed structure of the campus, he hated the environment.
"And here's your home for the next two semesters, dorm 4," He said in an animated tone, gesturing to the door. Pete was confused by Dallon's peppiness, bewildered by how excited he was about religion. He began to wonder how badly this guy had been brainwashed as a kid, and silently thanked himself for seeing past the churches bullshit.
"What's your room number? Chances are, I probably know your roommate, I can introduce you to him," Dallon offered.
"Uh, 708," Pete answered, silently hoping his roommate was someone decent.
"Oh, you're with Mikey!" Dallon says, his face oddly perking up. "He's really kind, and he's super dedicated to religion. You guys will get along great!" Dallon exclaimed, making Pete swear under his breath. He realized Dallon probably didn't know about the reason he came to this school, but he decided it was best if he didn't know. Dallon walked up to Pete's door room, the eighth door on the third floor.
"Here ya are!" Dallon says cheerfully, knocking on the wooden door. In about 10 seconds, the door was opened by a boy who made Pete's heart flutter. The tall boy stood there casually in a black hoodie with the school's emblem sewn on and a pair grey sweatpants, a bible in his hand and a cross around his neck. Pete looked at the boy in admiration, completely tuning out the conversation around him. He towered
over Pete height wise, which would have intimidated Pete if it wasn't for the boy's soft looking lips and sharp jawline, which made Pete's stomach do backflips. He was absolutely infatuated by the boy.
"Uh... Peter?" Dallon nudged Pete back into consciousness. Pete quickly shook his head and attempted to come up with am excuse for his staring.
"Sorry, I was zoned out. I'm Pete," he admits, holding his hand out to his new roommate. Mikey put his bible down onto his desk and shook Pete's hand with a smile, looking down into Pete's eyes.
"I'm Mikey," the boy said. Pete smiled but let go of the boy's hand to avoid coming off as strange.
"Sorry to interrupt your greetings, but I have to go. Like I said, if you have any questions, my dorm is nearby." Dallon says to Pete with a
smile, turning around and leaving before Pete could say anything. Mikey just shrugged and led Pete inside their room and showed him around.
"So you'll be sleeping here, and my bed is over there. This entire half of the room is yours, you can do whatever you please here, unless it breaks school rule of course." Mikey explained politely as Pete laid his bags down onto the bed. "Our bathroom is over there, I always take my showers at 6am, you can take yours whenever you want. But it's school policy to shower daily. I'm sure Dallon told you that. Oh, curfew is 9pm. It's said you have to be asleep by 10pm, but sometimes I like to stay up late to read and stuff, so don't expect me to go off on you for that," Mikey rambled to Pete, giggling a bit. "Also, you don't need to go to Dallon for every question you may have. I've been here way longer than he has, I know just about everything there is to know about this place," Mikey said proudly, a smile growing on his face.
"How long have you been going here?" Pete asked as he unzipped his largest suitcase.
"Oh, pretty much all my life," Mikey said, pausing for a moment to count how many years he'd been going there. "12 years, to be exact. Ever since I was 5. and I just turned 17," Mikey explained. Pete could tell that Mikey was on the shy side, even though he was being talkative around him. "You need any help unpacking?" Mikey asked. He wanted to be polite to his new roommate, especially since he was in desperate need of friends.
"Yeah, only if you don't mind helping," Pete said with a smile. 'maybe not all christians are that bad, this one's pretty cute' Pete thought to himself, smiling at his thought.
"Of course I don't mind! What kind of christian would I be if I didn't want to help people?" Mikey said, as he went over to Pete's suitcase and began to help him unpack his things.
"A bad one," Pete giggled, trying to make himself fit in. He instantly realized there was no point in doing this with Mikey, since he would definitely find out eventually he wasn't religious. "Although in my opinion, most christians are bad. You seem pretty cool though," Pete said, Mikey continued to help unpack, but Pete noticed Mikey's face transition from happy to confused. "Well, some christians can be a little too extreme. But I think most of us are okay. What makes you think they're bad?" Mikey asked, keeping his polite tone. He didn't seem mad or defensive since Pete had a different view, and Pete really appreciated that. "Well, I don't like how some of them think they can control other people's lifestyles just because it doesn't match their own. Like, if someone's gay, some christians will try to make them straight, and in my opinion that's wrong," Pete said, continuing to take his things out from his bag, not bothering to put them in a proper place just yet.
"I agree, although homosexuality is considered to be an awful sin, we shouldn't make people try to change unless they want to," Mikey said, his face changing to nervous at the topic of homosexuality. Mikey got up and went to the bathroom, putting of Pete's toiletries in their respected places for him. Pete was surprised by what Mikey had said. He had expected him to be extremely homophobic, but he was proven wrong. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and let himself entertain the idea of becoming friends, and possibly more than that, with Mikey.
"Hey, can I tell you the real reason I'm here?" Pete asked when Mikey came back into the main room. He wasn't sure where the impulse to open up to Mikey came from, he just hoped it wouldn't be something he'd regret.
"Of course," Mikey said simply as he started to organize Pete's shirts into a drawer.
"My parents found out that i'm, uh, gay," Pete paused for a moment, carefully watching Mikey's reaction. He seemed unbothered by what Pete had said, so he continued to explain. "and they didn't really accept it. It got worse when they found out that I'm an atheist, and now they're convinced that i'm sick or whatever, so they sent me here to be 'cured'," Pete said, assuming Mikey would get offended by his atheism.
"Oh, that sucks. No one should have religion forced onto them, it's something you either believe or don't believe," Mikey said sympathetically, not commenting on the part about his new roommate being gay. "If you ever wanna give christianity a second try while you're here, i'll be glad to help you start, but I swear I won't force things on you, ever," Mikey said, seeming slightly more reluctant about talking to Pete than before.
"Holy fucking shit, Thank you for respecting me," Pete said, happiness and surprise in his voice. He was extremely thankful Mikey didn't scream at him. "You're the best," He smiled.
"That's just what i'm supposed to do. Anyways, you clearly haven't bought uniforms yet. If you want, I can go with you to the campus store to buy them, you know, so you don't buy the wrong stuff," Mikey requested, awkwardly laughing a bit.
"I'd appreciate that," Pete responded, still in shock over how Mikey was so kind to him.
"Alright then, just let me change into my uniform. Can't leave my dorm without it. School policy." Mikey said getting up and going to his small closet. He grabbed a white button up and a navy blue blazer with the school emblem. He then went to his drawers and picked up a red and blue tie and a pair of pants in the same shade of blue. "You mind if I change in here? The bathroom is way too small to change in, but i'll go in there if you're uncomfortable," Mikey said, looking up at Pete and waiting for his response.
"Go ahead, I won't watch you," Pete replied. Mikey turned around and began to change, and Pete really tried his best not to look. He ended up sneaking a few glances, admiring the boy from his bed. Mikey was definitely on the slimmer side, but he had just enough muscle to make Pete swoon. He eventually looked away and got his phone out so he wouldn't seem like a creep.
"You ready?" Mikey asked once he finished getting dressed, walking over to Pete. Pete looks up from his phone and feels his heart skip a beat again, confused on how someone could make the uniform look so hot. "Yeah,
let's go," Pete got up from his bed and smiled as he realized that he would most likely have the pleasure of hanging out with Mikey all the time since they now basically live together. 'maybe it won't be so bad here,' He thought as they left their dorm, trying to keep his daydreams about Mikey to a minimum. After all, Mikey was most definitely straight, right?