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Who the f*ck invented ties?
A striped noose around your neck makes your formal.
Pete hated formalities and his uniform was just that.
School uniforms were the Devil's clothes but Pete thought that the Devil would have better taste than an assortment of shades of blues and whites in variations of stripes and the like.
Pete had barely managed to tie his tie before he was on the verge of being very very late to his first day of his last term of high school.
Pete thought he was the only senior who wore his tie but simultaneously couldn't tie it.
He groaned and his stomach groaned because he was not a morning person at woke at the last possible second, so his breakfast was sacrificed.
He grabbed his barely backed school bag. Barely meaning he had a few pens that only worked if you scribbled with them and/or did shady deals with the devil.
He had dropped every subject but art this semester because he was incomplete and incompetent without a pen in his hand.
He was walking to school, tapping his thigh in time to the drums from the music in his ears.
The pros of his uniform showed when it was very easy to tuck his headphones under his shirt and listen throughout the day.
It made him feel less like throwing every staff, student and himself off a cliff.
He got to school and opened his locker and the few shitty drawings came out because Pete was cheap and Blu-tack was not so things fell down when he tried to put stuff up.
He actually hated the people tapping his arse as he bent down to pick his stuff up.
Yes he was gay.
Yes he was a bottom
And YES he had standards and they didn't meet them.
He was getting his art stuff as the first bell rang and he dragged himself through the crowd and prayed to whatever divinity would listen to a 17 year old emo boy that he wouldn't drop anything.
He sat down as far away from the windows and the imbeciles in his class.
He knew why Malibu Barbie was doing in his art class.
Mr. Mikey Way
Mr Way rarely spoke to Pete, maybe because Pete happened to stare at Mr way when he spoke in a more than respectable or studious way.
Mr. Way was gorgeous but Pete understood boundaries but with the recent holidays he had lost a lot of self respect and spent a lot of his time loosing himself in cat videos on YouTube.
He rarely spoke to Mr. Way because he was slightly afraid of what would come out of his mouth and then subsequently what might go into it.
That last part was a joke, Mr. Way was uptight.
The man wore a tie.
By choice.
And he wore it properly. Maybe he could ask him to tie his tie and hope his hand would slip and take his shirt off.
But Pete didn't just want that sh*t. He didn't want Mr. Way to bend him over the desk or some unrealistic bullsh*t but maybe he'd like to be his boyfriend.
If he actually could conjure up a conversation.
He sighed a little because that's what handsome people do to you when you're 17 and dying on the inside.
"Okay Class! Pay Attention or I'll mark you absent!" Mr Way said, taking the attendance.
Being 'Wentz' Pete was a fair way down the role so he waited in silence till he spoke. His conversation with Mr.Way going like this everyday;
"Pete?"
"Here."
Yes. His life was riveting and his relationships abounding. Though a little but not desperate enough to admit it to himself he was, he refused to sink to the level of the Malibu Barbie and her only friends- her hair extensions (her caterpillar eyebrows had crawled away in a bug like but rhetorical manner) where he actually answered with "Good Morning".
It was not a good morning if he didn't get to kiss Mr. Way.
So it probably wouldn't be a good morning till he was in his late twenties and after years of Facebook stalking found out where Mr.Way lived and went and kissed him at random and assuming he got a restraining order it probably wouldn't turn out to be such a good morning after all.
Yet any morning where he got to draw was a considerable morning so he was grateful for that.
"Okay. I forgot school was coming back in all honesty. So please just take out your sketchbooks and draw and I'll have something to do next class. Sorry guys."
And it seemed, at least to Pete that Mr.Way made forgetfulness adorable.
He did take out his sketchbook and continued on a drawing of something violent and supernatural. Those themes being Pete's personal preference and area of expertise.
Mr. Way was doing rounds and checking everyone's work. Pete regretted his seating choice, he was so far away from Mr. Way that he wouldn't be visited and complemented on his drawing of bloodied up creatures.
And that would be a colossal pity.
Nonetheless he drew because if he didn't he would be forced into conversation and Pete knew his strengths lied with one of those activities rather than the other. He didn't have a stutter or anything he just didn't have any tolerance for any incompetent fools and it turns out that Public Schools were filled with those.
Pete learnt that on his first day and was proud to say that was the only knowledge he had sustained in his almost four years of higher education.
But he was content because he only took one class a day unless the school of Tumblr was open and it most often was. But for the next 75 minutes he coul deal with ignorant and untalented art students because he had two nice things to look at. His own art, of which he was not at all modest about and Mr. Way who made ties and tan pants beautiful and unsettled hair socially acceptable.
I'm gonna say it I enjoy ruining my life with Peteky Fanfiction.
-M x
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