PUSH ME (PETEKY)

So Peteky eh?

Pete's sketch of a vampire was doing very gruesomeness yet slightly arousing things to a disfigured human with a resemblance to the 1990's Malibu Barbie.

Malibu Barbie was called that by everyone so Pete had no hope of actually finding out her real name unless he payed attention in attendance but he was trying to make sure his voice didn't break when he answered to his name and he also just didn't care because she was a first class b*tch and vaguely homophobic.

She 'supported gays but didn't think they should get married.'

Pete was hoping that Satan, or another resident of the Land of Gays; Hell would come and f*ck her up the ass, expect as an expert bottom he decided that she didn't deserve the pleasure that he did.

He was out of her league.

Unfortunately Mr. Way was out of his.

But Barbie didn't seem to care that Mr.Way was too shockingly handsome to be around her because her tan might rub off on him- literally.

"Uh. Okay, that's a lovely drawing, but you might want to try something simpler and more in your area of expertise...." Mr.Way said to her, uncomfortably trying to tell her that her drawing sucked and she should go back to stickfigures.

He too polite to someone who was horrible.

Pete didn't even know if Mr.Way was gay but you didn't need to be gay to acknowledge that homophobes were even bigger assholes that Pete.

But Pete hoped and assumed because Mr.Way listened to Panic!At The Disco so he was probably a little bit gay so that made Pete a little hopeful.

Mr.Way seemed to have lost all hope as he looked at the girl sitting next to him and sighed, very annoyed.

"Oh of course-" she said, then Mr. Way went off to the next table that Pete was seated at but someone was needy and untalented. Pete was just needy, but he didn't try to call Mr.Way back "-I have another question."

"Yes..." Mr.Way was an artist, not an actor so he couldn't hide how bored he was with her and that everything went in on ear and out the other.

Pete was proud to say he was not as demanding and ridiculous in demanding attention.

Pete would say he was an attention whore but he was also so many other types of whores that he couldn't possible be limited to one.

For the next 15 minutes of class Mr.Way hypothetically was caught in the manicured clutches of the Grim Reaper or Barbie:Halloween Addition.

When he was 'freed' he wandered back to his desk and Pete's heart wandered back to its deep dark place because it seemed Mr. Way would not be speaking to him today and Pete really wasn't happy with their daily conversation just being the attendance.

But he understood.

He couldn't stand being in the same room as someone so drenched in foundation she melted in the sun as long as Mr.Way did.

Then again Pete melted in the sun so who was he to judge?

He was one to hope though, hope that Mr.Way would come and ask him about his drawing and Pete could reveal the expertly draw malicious visual vendetta against the person who was draining all the energy from him.

And maybe Satan and the other residents of the Land of The Gays; Hell were smiling down on him because Mr. Mikey f*cking Way got up and came and sat next to Pete and Pete managed to not faint, although falling into Mikey's arms wouldn't be such a bad thing- but being unconscious for that historic moment would be horrible.

"Sorry Pete, just needed a break..." Mr.Way said, resting his head on his hands and Pete wanted to back his back or hug him and he always wanted to kiss him so that was assumed.

"Oh I get it, I couldn't spend so long with her. The toxins would affect me and I wouldn't be able to answer to her oh-so-important questions" Pete said, taking a risk with the sarcasm in front of a teacher.

But Mr.Way wasn't just a teacher, Pete just didn't see him like that. It was probably the fact he was actually stunning and should be proud of his handsome face just like Pete was proud of his conversation with Mr.Way and that he hadn't had a heart attack.

"Oh Gosh Pete, I should laugh because that's unprofessional but I'm too tired to restrain myself." Mr.Way said and Pete couldn't respond because the idea of Mr.Way 'restraining himself' was too much to handle.

Mr.Way pulled himself up, "Okay, let's see your sketch."

Pete pushed his book towards Mr.Way, who's gorgeous jaw dropped slightly, and Pete hoped it wasn't from being tired and he was genuinely impressed with Pete's work.

"Wowee Pete-" Mr.Way said and Pete wanted to cry with concerned tears because a 23 year old shouldn't be saying 'Wowee' in reference to a 18 year old's work. "- this is actually pretty good, and not just in comparison to the masterpiece from the young lady over there. Who seems to be captured in those..."

And Pete's little crush inflated as his heart burst. Mr.Mikey F*cking Way was making sarcasm hot.

Pete tried to play off that he had enraptured someone in the classroom being decapitated calmly, "Oh, yeah. Expendable classmates..."

"Gosh Pete, you're very intriguing." Mr. Way seemed genuine and that made Pete want to disappear but he couldn't because he was very much solid, in more way than one.

The bell rung and Pete's emotions were slightly conflicted. He didn't want to stop talking to Mr. Way but he also did because the conversation was slowing and he didn't want Mr.Way to take back his comment on how intriguing Pete was.

Pete gathered up his things as Mr.Way walked back to his desk, muttering something along the lines of "God, I need a coffee." Under his breath and Pete, being as meme-savvy as he was responded with;

"Same."

I am Meme-Savvy and so are you so don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
-M x