PUSH ME (PETEKY)

Contact Names are important and don't you forget it

On Monday morning Pete walked into the classroom with the biggest smirk on his face, and in attempt to hide how happy he was with his current situation and his current teacher he took his seat at the back.

Mikey was on a creative run, he had cleared his mind and had actually got something for his students to do in class, clay sculpting.

Each desk had a lump of terracotta clay and some newspaper underneath.

"Okay Class! Aprons on, Roll up your sleeves and get sculpting. Your sculpture needs to be abstract and emotive, I'm very excited to see how you go."

Pete was delighted at the prospect of taking his blazer off, because that thing was like a straight-jacket.

He started running his hands through the clay, trying to make a fluid shape. He had no issue getting really dirty, for the sake of art or for other things....

One of his classmates found the clay particularly grotesque, and made is clear her mani-cure took priority over her artwork.

Malibu Barbie poked the clay, then pulled out a file and cleared the clay out from under her nail.

But Pete couldn't care, he wanted to put his feelings into something solid. His feelings for Mikey were settled, and they didn't have conflicting thoughts and Pete thought they were very cute, inside Mikey's apartment of course.

Pete was pushing wave shapes out of his clay, so it didn't look remotely like the lump he had begun with. He was happy with how the clay was forming and thought it defiantly met the criteria of 'abstract'.

Mikey was roaming the classroom, the same path through the tables as he always did, ending with Pete.

"Hello Pete." Mikey said, hiding his smile behind his authority monotone voice.

"Hi Mr.Way, how was your weekend?" Pete was enjoying acting the part of someone who totally didn't spend a recent afternoon with his teacher cuddled very close to him.

"Fine. Let's see your sculpture." Mikey was 'sticking to the script', in the way that he was going to do exactly what he did to Malibu Barbie (or some of his more reasonable students) and not what he wanted to do, which was take Pete out to a coffee house and drink lattes in the furthest booth and have Pete sit so close to him he could feel his body heat.

Pete took his hands away from the lump of clay, revealing his spidery wavey creation.

"Wow, I like that a lot Pete." Mikey couldn't say that he thought it was as beautiful as Pete was because that was inappropriate, but his eyes had that unspoken awe in them that made Pete's chest swell.

"Thanks Mr.Way." Pete said because he couldn't tell Mikey that he was his inspiration, but his brown eyes were flowing so much so that they didn't need to be romanticised by someone on Tumblr because they were the most pure form of romance.

They were saved by the bell, in the sense that Mikey just wanted to be 'with' Pete and couldn't.

Pete took his time moving his clay to the drying rack and washing his hands.
He came back to the classroom to see Mr.Way putting Pete's books in his backpack.

"You do know that students have to keep their bags in their lockers?" Mikey said handing himself backpack in question.

"I do but it's in both of our best interests that I get out of here as quickly as possible." Pete's remark was smart and vaguely snappy.

"Of course, but I'm trying to be extra wary of not giving you any free passes."

"Too late!" Pete kissed Mikey's cheek, both of their seriousness melted away in blushes and giggles.

They slipped out of the gates, and tried to walk as casually as they could without giving off the aura that they didn't want to be seen together.

When they got to Mikey's apartment Pete headed straight for the couch,

"Please join me I've had a long day." He wined,

"You took one class today Pete."

"Yes, it was yours and that is emotionally draining because I can't even touch you."

"Well then. I'll just have to oblige. Unless you'd like a cup of coffee."

Pete perked up at the mention of the world's most effective endorphin,
"Yes please!"

Mikey finally joined him on the couch Pete took his coffee and looked at his beautiful boyfriend and admired how his cheekbones looked when Mikey pursed his lips to sip at his drink, and how his glasses steamed up.
"How are you boyfriend?" He said.

"I'm good, boyfriend." Mikey responded, the steady blush on his cheeks getting redder.

"It feels so great to say. Mikey Way, my boyfriend."

"Pete Wentz. My boyfriend, who I've never taken on a date."

"You're welcome to take me on a date."

"Or you could take me on one."

"Not with my organisational skills."

"Point taken. I'll do my best to organise a date for us."

The say they, relishing in each other's company, before Pete came to a conclusion that he didn't even have Mikey's phone number, so he couldn't bother him with ironic emoticons.

"Mikey Way. What is your phone number?" He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening up his contact list.

"Oh, I never gave it to you."

They swapped phones and Pete made sure to give himself an A+ contact name, and thought that P Dubbs or P Weezy was too predictable but that's why they were brilliant.

He settled on P Weezy with a skull emoji, because as much of a predictable f*ckboii he still had an aesthetic to keep up.

When Mikey handed his phone back and saw that his contact was just regular old Mikey he tutted,
"You need a better name, what about Mikey Mouse or something with am accompanying emoji?"

"Anything but Mr.Way"

Pete was alerted that he shouldn't have his teachers phone number, and definitely shouldn't be considering putting a love heart emoji next to his name, because despite how right he felt pressed next to Mikey he knew that he would be frowned upon. But only for another few months, and he was legally 18, so they could date publicly and Pete would probably burst because dating now Mikey Way was adorable enough without everyone being aware of it.

LIfE iS FuN TO LIvE
-M x