Someone Get Me to a Church - Petekey

Chapter 3

"You don't need to knock," Pete said with a smile as he opened the dorm room door, the smell of weed and alcohol instantly overcoming his and Mikey's nostrils. The smell was familiar to Pete, but Mikey was completely dumbfounded by the scent, he concluded it was just how Brendon's room smelt. Before either of the boys could even observe their actual surroundings and get past the smell, Brendon stumbled up to them, beer in hand.
"What's up?" He slurred, wrapping an arm around Mikey and balancing his weight onto him. "I'm so glad you came!" Brendon exclaimed sloppily. Pete tuned out Brendon and scanned his eyes around the dorm. Brendon had rock music playing quietly, but with a closer listen, Pete came to realize it was christian rock and sighed. Pete observed that there were not that many people hanging around in the small dorm, he estimated there to be around 15. He then realized that almost everyone there had some kind of drink or was smoking something. The party seemed pretty chill, and Pete began to wonder how Brendon could see this as exciting.
"How do you guys even get all the drugs and shit in here?" Pete asked and turned to Brendon, clearly confused and slightly curious.
Brendon didn't bother to answer Pete, but instead stumbled away to talk to some dude. However, a much more sober guy overheard his question and turned to him. "Oh, it's super easy! Mr. Joseph, our bible studies teacher, stopped caring forever ago. He'll get you anything just for money since the pay here is shit," The stranger explained to Pete with a hiccuped laugh, a drink in his hand as well. "You're new here, aren't you?" He asked, a knowing look on his slightly tipsy face.
"Yeah, I'm Pete," he smiled awkwardly.
"Cool, my names Gabe." Gabe said confidently. "You want a drink?" He asked. Pete nodded casually and Gabe led him to a small cooler and grabbed him a beer, a smile on his face the entire time.
"Thanks," Pete mumbled, opening the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. He went and settled into a corner next to a desk, finally taking a genuine look at the dorm room. The lights were off, but a desk lamp illuminated the room so it wasn't too dark to see. There was no sort of decoration or food anywhere, just a plain dorm room with teens drinking and grinding to fucking christian rock. So far, the party was much more uneventful than Pete originally anticipated.
Pete just sat there, mind numbingly bored, occasionally drinking a bit of his beer.
Mikey, on the other hand, was unintentionally getting drunk out of his mind.
"Come on, Mikes, you gotta try this!" Brendon slurred, a red plastic cup of god-knows-what slinging in his hand, spilling on the carpeted floor a bit.
"Is there alcohol in it?" Mikey asked anxiously, looking at Brendon.
"Dude, why would I even try to give you alcohol?" Brendon said, shaking the cup in Mikey's face. Mikey reluctantly grabbed the cup and took a sip, and then ended up drinking the whole cup. "I'll get you more, dude!" Brendon giggled drunkly, as Mikey sat on a bed, a smile on his face. He hiccuped as Brendon handed him his second drink. Before too long, Mikey had lost count of the number of drinks he had consumed. He had gotten up from the bed and was making his rounds on the 'dance floor,' aka the middle of the dorm room, and eventually found Pete in the corner, now on his second beer.
"Pete!" Mikey slurred excitedly, plopping down on the floor and giving Pete a hug. Pete just let him hug him, knowing instantly he was hammered. "Why do you look so sad? Let's go dance!" He cheered. Pete didn't protest, and wordlessly let Mikey attempt to pull him up from the ground. He got up on his own, chugging the rest of his beer and leaving it in his spot.
Pete always thought of christian music as impossible to dance to, especially in a dirty way, but tonight he stand corrected. He didn't intend to dance with Mikey in any sort of sexual way, but since he initiated it, why stop him? Things started out innocent, just as these things always do. Pete swayed next to Mikey to the beat of the music, making sure to keep his distance out of respect.
Mikey, however, had a different idea, and he was too drunk to stop himself. He made his way closer to Pete, dancing his way into the boy's arms. Pete didn't know what Mikey was doing at first, but didn't really think to stop it. Mikey eventually got what he wanted, his hips against Pete's. He faced towards him, swaying around with him sloppily, too drunk to even stand up straight. Pete was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in and danced with his new roommate. No one was paying attention to them due to apathy and/or being drunk/high, so it almost felt like they were in their own world; their own drunken, sweaty, teenage lust kind of world. Pete eventually felt Mikey begin to grind his hips towards Pete's, and thats when he knew they had to stop.
"Mikey, we gotta go back to the dorm. Church tomorrow morning, remember?" He said softly into Mikey's ear, gripping onto his arms to try to end their "dancing".
"Yeah! Let's goooo to the dormm!" Mikey slurred, his tone much louder than Pete's. Pete sighed once again, putting his arm innocently around Mikey's shoulder and heading towards the door. They shuffled through the small crowd of sweaty teens, eventually making it to the exit. Pete twisted the doorknob and began to walk out before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around swiftly.
"Mikey! Mikey's roommate! Leaving so soon? We were gonna do 7 minutes in heaven!" a now extremely drunk Brendon whined.
"We gotta get back to our place, Mikey's too drunk," Pete sighed.
"There's no such thing!" Brendon exclaimed.
"I'm not drunk!" Mikey pouted, crossing his arms. "I wanna play! How does it work?" Mikey beamed. Pete knew Mikey was innocent, but was surprised to hear he didn't even know what the game was. Mikey just waited for Brendon to explain the game eagerly, staring at him wide-eyed, laying his body Pete for support.
"Okay, so we choose two people to go in the-"
"We aren't gonna play, sorry," Pete interrupted. He didn't actually mind the game, but he knew if Mikey ended up playing, he'd hate himself for it. "We'll see you tomorrow," Pete sighed, quickly leaving the dorm and closing the door, holding on to Mikey and walking him through the hallways.
"Why did you do that? I really wanted to play. You're no fun," Mikey pouted, his voice much more slurred and whinier than normal. Pete stayed silent and held Mikey all the way back to their dorm, laying Mikey down on his own bed and tucking him in gently, taking Mikey's glasses off his face and putting them on his nightstand.
"Go to sleep." Pete whispered, walking away from the bed. He opened one of his drawers and grabbed a pair of sweatpants, taking his jeans off. Mikey admired Pete's blurred silhouette as he changed, too drunk to realize or even care that he was staring at him.
"Peteeeee, can I tell you something?" Mikey slurred quietly from his bed, still gazing at Pete.
"Of course." Pete murmured passively, not noticing that he was being checked out.
"You're soooo freaking hot!" Mikey admitted, giggling drunkenly.
"Thanks," Pete said, not taking the compliment to heart. Mikey fell asleep right after he made the comment, but Pete didn't notice. Pete then finished putting on his pajamas and tiredly got into his new and uncomfortable bed. It took him hours to fall asleep, due to insomnia, his shitty mattress, and his mind forcing him to wonder about his new roommate