PUSH ME (PETEKY)

Good Golly I am tired

It was lunchtime and after coming to the conclusion that no one would miss them and that Pete and Mikey could 'hang out' in the art room, with the door unsuspiciously locked and the blinds casually drawn.

They were lying on the floor because Pete wanted to cuddle next to Mikey and the chairs wouldn't have made sense.

"You're going to get me in so much trouble," Mikey said, as Pete started kissing his neck, "But I'm more than okay with it."

"That's what I want to hear."

"I can see a coffee on my desk, and I want to get up to get it-"

"That's not what I want to hear." But against Pete's well stated annoyance he did get up to grab his coffee before it went cold.

When he got to his desk the door opened, and Mikey f*cking died because Pete was lying on the floor and that was horrifyingly suspicious.

He heard a soft,thankfully shuffling sound, of Pete moving so he was hidden behind an open cupboard.

The life threatening intruder spoke-
"Uh, Mr.Way, can you help me with something?"

And Pete just wanted to collapse in on himself like a piece of IKEA furniture.

Because the intruder should have been recognised immediately, being drenched in the Nicki Minaj perfume and still not acknowledging she was more than a large ass but a powerful woman.

But Pete acknowledged it, and acknowledged that there was no way that Malibu Barbie was going to give up her lunchtime to do homework, so her intentions with Mr.Way could be as questionable as Pete's, but Pete's intentions were met with Mikey's own feelings.

"Uh, sure, uh..." Pete could have laugh, if it wouldn't compromise his situation because even Mikey, as a teacher didn't actually know Malibu Barbie's real name.

"Chantelle."

Of course, she was named after Chanel or something.

"Well, Chantelle, is this urgent?"

"Oh most definitely, I just have this thing!" And Pete had a feeling that this 'thing' was not academic.

"Please Chantelle. I really have lots of work, and I have to get it done, like right now."

"Is that why the door was locked?"

Chantelle seemed more intellectual than Pete gave her credit for because yes, the door shouldn't have been locked with Mikey inside,

"Yes. I really do need to work."

"Okay, I'll be back for our class though."

"Uh..."

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got more important  things to do than me."

And then her statement was clear to Mikey and his face contorted in anger and confusion- Chantelle wanted to be f*cked by Mikey Way, and they're was nothing Mikey could say about having other commitments without digger himself a deeper grave than the one he was already in.

Meaning he was in no way to say "Sorry I'm taken by another student."

And that was just another upset in the 'Dating Pete Wentz' plan.

But then she finally left and Pete got back up, and sighed-
"That made me want to throw up."

"Same, because I'm taken."

"By me. You're Mine, you're Mikey Mine."

And the cutesy moment was slaughtered by Pete's horrific nicknaming skills.

But then Mikey sat back down next to Pete and then all was not as stomach-churningly horrid.

*•*•*•*•*•*

They had had at least two close class with Chantelle that week, the worst being when Pete couldn't have possibly hid and their wasn't a book in sight, so Mikey had to make up some lie about wanting to see Pete's parents about Pete's progress in Art class.

Chantelle was Barbie-Detective Edition. She seemed to have subsided her own goals to regularly check up on Pete and Mikey, who just couldn't catch a break, no matter what they did she turned up, and Mikey wasn't certainly on edge.

They were sitting in Mikey's living room, cuddled up on his sofa and listening to an old Frank Sinatra record, but even that couldn't calm Mikey down.

Pete could feel his tense up against him.
"Mikey. Babe? What's wrong?"

"I feel like a little kid, waiting for the bogey-man to jump out and catch me, but that f*cking girl instead. I'm just worried that we'll be caught and then I'll be thrown in jail and aside that you know they do to guys like us in prison the downfall would be that I would be with you."

"We just have to be careful...till I graduate."

"I wish we didn't. I wish I could take you with me to concerts and you could sit on my shoulders. I wish I could take you to nice restaurants and you could make stupid faces at people who gave us weird looks. I wish I could do a lot of things so I'm grateful that I can just sit here with you."

"I am also very grateful that I can sit with you, because you are very cute." Pete kissed Mikey's cheek.

"It's getting late and I don't want to send you away, like I really don't want to send you away but, we can't risk your parents asking about your whereabouts."

"It's okay, they think I'm at the library because I am that creative."

"As long as they don't  think you're in your teacher's apartment, about to give him a kiss goodbye."

And upon the topic of kissing Pete loosely held his arms around Mikey, kissing him softly and lovingly, although the topic of love itself had never actually crossed Pete's mind even though it was a mutual agreement of 'who on earth would risk so much if it wasn't for an itty-bitty bit of love?'

So Pete left his heart in that mutual statement and let his lips lead the way because as cliche as that statement was when he was kissing his teacher he needed something a little cliche.

Sorry this is late but I have a message and it is called F*ck My Life and the sequel Oh Wait I Have.
-M x