shitty 80s romcom || pete wentz x ftm! reader

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[LMAO PATRICKS FACE I LOVE HIM]

now playing: pretend we're dead - l7
August 21th, 1995
Monday, 7:30 am
Chicago, Illinois

More kids started to pile in so Mikey and I decided it would be a good idea for him to show me around the school now, or at least to where my classes and locker is. We walk around a bit and talk, getting to know each other [y'know, shit im 2 lazy 2 write]. Once we reach my final stop, which is my homeroom, I turn to Mikey "Hey, would it be okay if I got your number or something..." "Yeah sure dude." I hand him a random pen I have (so I can doodle on my arm when i'm bored), he writes his number on my arm. Once he's finished and hands me back my pen, which I pocket, I look down at my arm.

555-555-5555
good luck on ur first day
- Mikey

I laugh as I read this, looking back up at him "Thanks dude" "Yeah, well, you'll need it, the people here suck." "People everywhere suck" I say as I run a hand through my hair. The bell rings singling five minutes till homeroom starts, which starts at 7:40. "Shit- I gotta get to homeroom, cya Y/N!" "Yeah, cya Mikey" I wave bye to the lanky boy as he starts walking backwards the other way before turning back around. I slip into the room, taking a seat in the back right corner, it's near one of the windows. The room isn't too big or too small, but it feels smaller with the amount of desks and stuff filling the room.

As the minutes slowly go by more and more students fill the room till all the desks but a few are occupied. The teacher, a brunette man who looks around his 40s [just imagine Bryan Cranston during season 1 of Breaking Bad], get's up from his chair, which I had literally no idea he was there, I don't know how I didn't notice him. Anyway. He walks to the chalk board and writes "Mr. Tyler Miller" underlining it after. "Hello class, i'm going to be your homeroom teacher for the year, also some of your math teachers. My name is Tyler Miller, I don't care if you call me Tyler or Mr. Miller." Hmm, he seems pretty nice.

After a bit of random announcements and stuff the bell rings for first class. I check my schedule again.

homeroom, room 205 (7:45-8:00)
1st period: history, room 104 (8:00-9:00)
2nd period: math, room 205 (9:00-9:45)
break (9:45-10:10)
3rd period: english, room 208 (10:10-11:10)
4th period: art, room 114 (11:10-11:55)
lunch (11:55-12:20)
5th period: study hall, room 114 (12:20-1:05)
6th period: spanish, room 101 (1:05-1:50)

"Okay, so history first, room 104." I mumble to myself, getting up and throwing my bag over my shoulder. I start walking down the hallway, pushing my way through the crowds of people. I soon turn the walkway and go down the stairs. Remembering when Mikey showed me where room 104 is.

Once I find it, I take step in. Mikey spots me and raises an arm, waving at me to get my attention. I see a boy with curly hair and a friendly face sitting on his right, who gives me a small wave then looks back at the boy with raven hair who has a nose piercing on his right nostril and a lip piercing on his left lip. Beside him, behind Mikey, is a boy with raven hair and teal roots, he looks similar to Mikey, thats probably his brother. [the era's of their looks are all different, you can change the era's or something if you want]

I sit to the right of Mikey, dropping my bag beside the chair, sliding into the seat. "Hey Y/N! This is Ray," he says while pointing to the curly haired boy, "this is frank," he says while pointing around the boy with the face piercings "and this is my brother, Gerard." he points at the boy with teal roots. I give them a small wave as Mikey says "This is Y/N" he says while pointing to me. Frank, Gerard, and Ray say different greetings to me. Gerard and Frank strike up a conversation as Ray smiles at me. We turn to face the front of the class as the teacher walks in, though Frank and Gerard keep on talking, not really giving a shit that the teacher is here.

She's a older lady, probably 60s, shes skinny and tall. She has glasses that sit on the tip of her nose, her brown hair has streaks of white and grey and is put into a bun. "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Harriet Ann Al, but you must call me Mrs. Ann Al" she says in a thick British accent. The 5 of us snicker when we hear her name, haha, it sounds like anal [I'm so funny I know].

"You guys can't talk unless you're called on, no going to the bathroom or get water, you must have all your books for class, and you will raise your hand when asking a question."

god, she's gonna suck this year.

Little timeskip because uh im lazy :P

It's now 4th period and currently art class. I slip into the room and go to the back, as usual. I sit beside a slightly chubby boy with strawberry blonde hair and glasses, he seems pretty nice. A brunette boy with glasses and a labret piercing sits next to him, reading some book. The strawberry blonde hair looks at me and sticks out his hand. "Hi, i'm Patrick." "Oh uhm- hi, m' Y/N" I say as I shake his hand. He points back over his shoulder "This is my friend Andy" the Andy boy waves, going back to the book he was reading. I wave back. We chat a bit [more sit i'm 2 lazy 2 write], waiting for class to start. The teacher walks in and does attendance, nothing much happens during the class, just some ice breakers which i've done in the other three classes before this.

The bell for lunch rings and I head to the cafeteria, splitting up with Patrick and Andy, my new friends (who gave me both of their numbers, so now I have Mikey's, Patrick's, and Andy's!). Once I get to the cafeteria I get my food and look around for Mikey, Gerard, Ray, and Frank. Once I spot them I walk up to their table and put my tray on the table and sit down in the chair. We chat a bit, about nothing in particular, just on how our day went. [Again more sit im 2 lazy 2 right lmao] Once the bell for the end of lunch rings I head to room 114 for study hall.