Pete Wentz's family asked him how his day was.
They were that ridiculous.
His parents knew that Pete had one class so his answer would be brief and short but they still hammered him for a recount of his day.
What did they expect? He would blab about how he internally cried over his art teacher and then be frowned upon for having a crushing crush on his teacher.
"But Peter, It's your first day! Something must have happened!" His mother insisted but the only thing that happened was that people were annoying and Pete contemplated homicide, or in his case homocide because he'd die fighting for gay rights.
"Nothing, I went to Art Class, I spoke to one person and that was Mr.Way and then I went home and made myself a sh*t ton of nachos."
"Language Peter." His father said, only deeming something worthy enough to look up from his newspaper if it meant reprimanding someone.
"Sorry." But Pete wasn't because Pete swore a hell of a lot more under his breath at school.
"Anyway. Art Class. Was that fun?" Mrs Wentz asked, her naivety showing in suggesting that any class could be fun.
"It's not a bad class."
"What's the teacher like?"
Pete was ready to scream internally and smash his head in externally because his Mother was asking about his opinion on Mikey Way whom Pete was unable to hold a conversation with because he was in awe of......well,everything.
"Fine. Don't really notice much about him really." Pete blatantly lying and trying to ignore the fact that he knew what Mikey's favourite coffee mug was- a Vampire mug from his older brother Gerard.
He also tried to ignore his mother as he went upstairs and tried to focus on the gay social justice issues on his dash because Tumblr deserved his attention because it didn't ask so many questions;
On second thoughts an anon question just popped up;
"Can you suck my dick?"
Pete marvelled in the stupidity because this anon had wasted and opportunity because Pete was 100% down to suck anyone's dick and asking anonymously just meant he had to decline.
"Unfortunately anon. I can't because you're anon and seemingly dense."
He was content with his burn and knew that the idiot couldn't fight back. He might try but it wouldn't have the same affect because there's only so much someone with their laptop balanced on their fat rolls can do to someone as unfathomable as Pete Wentz.
He was content with his harsh exterior only being melted away into smushy feelings and blushing cheeks by one person. He wasn't content that with the fact that that person was 6 years older than him, but Pete would be 18 next summer and maybe he'd actually hit puberty and be so hot Mr.Way forgot that he was once his student and would drop to his knees and propose.
Or something like that.
He'd settle for a kiss.
Maybe he shouldn't just sleep off his emotions and hope that they'd go away, like they were the flu.
*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*
Back in Art class again, for only the second time in the entire semester. Pete was ready to strangle himself with his tie, or at least take it over and gag some of the idiots who wouldn't shut up about more famous idiots.
He tried to pay a little more attention when Mr. Way entered the room, with his arts full of paint.
Pete knew this was going to be a fun class because Mr. Way was a self confessed horrible painted and got paint everywhere.
Pete's plan was to do the same and stay back with Mikey as they cleaned off because he was that cunning.
At the end of the class his goal had been reached, he had paint on his hands, arms and even a little on his nose from when he tipped his paint brush over and forgot about how the human anatomy worked and that the paint brush was not going to go through him.
Mikey was always covered in paint and looked stunning, a little paint in his hair from when he ran his hands through it, an action Pete noticed and appreciated.
Mr.Way was doing his final rounds of the classroom, avoiding the pristine barbie who had a genuine fear that the paint would mix with her foundation, and create an even more unsightly colour.
When Mr.Way approached Pete he noticed that Mr.Way was holding back some laughter.
"Oh Pete, what have you done to yourself?"
"The same could be the same for you, Mr.Way"
"Oh for Pete's sake." Mr.Way said and Pete was ready to crash on the floor from the overwhelming amount of cuteness radiating from the pun-making Man.
The bell rang and Pete's dreams were realised;
"We should probably get cleaned up..." Mr Way said, and Pete could envision this line being spoke in situations regarding things other than the decent amount of paint of them.
"Uh, yeah. I'm going to head to the bathrooms. Can I leave my books in here for now?" Pete was proud to say that he didn't stutter at all in that sentence and considered it his personal best.
"Of course, I'll join you then we can get out stuff once we don't look like drop cloths." Mr Way said another line that could be interpreted in an askew manner.
They slipped through the crowds into the bathroom.
They were washing their hands and arms in separate basins, and chatting pleasantly and Pete was amazed and how the conversation flowed and was calm and that Pete didn't want to spit up his heart and choke on it, like he normally felt talking to Mr.Way.
"So Pete, are you excited to get out of school?"
"uh, yeah. It's three months, and that time must fly when you only do one class a day."
"You only take one class?"
"Yup, yours."
"Time must fly."
"Time can fly but penguins can't, what a horrible world."
"Pete you are intriguing."
That seemed to be Mr. Way's catchphrase in relation to Pete.
"Poor penguins. I think their cute and deserve the privilege of flight so they can fly over here and live with me."
"Pete, although I appreciate your advocating I can't take you seriously with this on your nose." And Mr Mikey Way actually 'booped' Pete on the nose, right where he had paint.
He wiped it off, but unfortunately he couldn't wipe off the killer blush.
Sensing the awkwardness Mr. Way lead Pete back to the art rooms, where Pete gathered his books and threw all of his f*cks to the wind, leaned in and quickly kissed Mr.Way's cheek.
"Thanks for the chat Mr.Way."
And understandably Mr.Way couldn't do more than touch his cheek and gape.
And Pete couldn't do more than scurry off and go smile into his pillow like a 14 year old girl and not just given himself a two way ticket to detention- the second way being going to Hell for kissing his teacher.
So the title of this chapter is spiteful because Frerard is FreRAD but everyone wanted a Peteky so I had to f*ck myself up more.
But I love you all so xoxoxoxox
-M x
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