Mikey Way needed to go home and cool off.
This was too much for him, he lived alone; in an apartment with to many photos on the walls and not enough of its own memories to photograph. He didn't have a pet; that he could aimlessly talk to about his day and the crackheads he was glad his 'best friend' hadn't being exposed to. He didn't have a car; so he couldn't even hurl abuse at bad drivers, a surprisingly social action considering it could often leave with an exchange of phone numbers- the intentions being a court case rather than a risqué evening of course. But he certainly didn't have any socializing time with other people
Yet he had because he booped. Pete Wentz, the boy with the cute short nose and the horrendous long name.
He touched a student's face. That was out of his comfort zone enough but then the aforementioned student had to f*ck with his awaken emotions- feeling things was not something Mikey was used to and for something so stimulating to have occurred it was a massive shock. So said student decided touch his face, with his lips.
He had been kissed. Only on the cheek but kissed nonetheless.
That was a pro because he had been teaching for a year now and the most 'action' he had gotten was last Christmas he got a kiss from his great aunt. Of course the kiss from his aunt had been something so cringeworthy and brought to mind a serious of the English language's worst words- Moist, Squelch and Sloppy.
The only link between his two kisses was that both of them left him wanting to go and crawl under his bedspread for a few decades in hope that the kisser had forgotten what had happen and that he could focus on not dying till he could hold on conversation with them.
He could stop, it was so chill. But that's because Pete Wentz was chill.
Pete Wentz, the kid who drew his classmates getting their heads ripped off, who made sarcastic comments around teachers, who took one class, who definitely had gotten tattoos the day he turned 18 and was keeping them hidden under his hoodies. Pete Wentz who was more than intriguing but quirky and ridiculous and simply beautiful in a way that made Mikey want to choke on his Teaching Degree.
He was not allowed to date a student, even if the student was 18. But the thought of dating Pete Wentz came very naturally after just one kiss on the cheek. Pete kissed his cheek and Mikey had melted into a puddle.
Mikey decided that his best bet was to do what he did best, because obviously his authority as a teacher was being internally questioned, that he should just give no f*cks and go to school the next day and see what Pete Wentz, that little fascinating ball of motherf*ckers would do.
It was his new religion. F*ck Jesus- What would Pete do.
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It seemed that Pete would do nothing, he would fail to tie his tie and he would go into school and he would select a new candidate for decaptition.
But that's what it seemed. On the inside Pete was bubbling away at how he could get Mr.Way on his own again so he could kiss his cheek because however stubbly it was he had decided that Mr.Way's cheek was his favourite cheek to kiss.
Because sure, there was always going to be the boy that had a genetic acne barricade or something than graced him with soft, smooth and not greasy skin and that was always something anyone would have an attraction to.
But then there was the one thing that only you were attracted to.
Pete had seen really ugly people and had always dismissed them with the thought of, 'Well, someone's going to find that attractive' and he felt that way with Mikey, even if half the student body was flinging themselves at him because he was, by no means, ugly. Yet Pete still made himself feel special.
And that special feeling carried him through the unavoidable questioning from his parents and the gaping cold that was his room because he had broken the furnace and was too ashamed to admit it, yet an abundance of blankets just wasn't the same and generally less comfortable than being completely frozen. Yet the cold was the least of his worries when he had his 'Mr Way is so cute' shield activated, so he could be left in peace till he got to see Mr. Way again.
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Mr.Way was frazzled from the second he walked into the room, Pete saw him look at him and he could see the calm facade melting away as he admitted to forgetting a lesson plan for the second time this week and suggest sketching and stalking celebrities on social media. Either were fine as neither were that productive and Mr.Way needed everyone to shut up so he could clear his head of the haunting thoughts of the previous afternoon. Basically he was to distracted to focus in not being a sh*tty teacher.
Pete was having none of that and raised his hand, to call Mr.Way over.
"Oh Pete, you were my little piece of sanity in this class and now you're equally problematic." He sighed, sitting next to Pete, who tried to disregard that Mr.Way had complemented him in such a flattering way.
"Oh sir, I'm very very very problematic, can't you tell by my visions of decapitation because I'd find those rather alarming if I was a supervisor."
"Unfortunately those actions have been overshadowed."
"Ah, yes. Yesterday afternoon. I'll have to apologize. I'm very forward and it's the really problematic quality."
Mr.Way was silent, but Pete, due to being Pete and having a nature similar to a talking parrot, spoke again;
"Again. I'm very sorry."
"Really. It's okay. I shouldn't be saying that but it really was."
"Great!"
And Pete's enthusiasm was enough to send Mr.Way over the edge and invite Pete to walk home with him, because the lesson was not going to plan and his life had already been chucked askew so a little damage couldn't do anymore harm, in the long run.
Okay despite my spite this fic is alright
-Mx

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