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"Uhhhh, my boyfriend..." Pete couldn't hide because he was openly gay to his family and if he said girlfriend his queer charisma would go down like a kart on Rainbow Road.

Thankfully he had confidence his mother would be overjoyed with the prospect of her son having a boyfriend and Pete was hoping that the 'boyfriend  idea' didn't have to develop further than actually having a partner.

"Oooh Golly!" Mrs Wentz's statement proved Pete's point- she was ecstatic.

And fortunately before the foreseeable 'tell me about him' could come Mr. Wentz called his wife downstairs.

Unfortunately that meant she'd likely blab to him about this amazing boyfriend.

So Pete decided the only solution was to sleep, to avoid talking and other problematic interactions with his parents.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

Unfortunately the cons of falling asleep so early meant that Pete woke up early, 5:30 early.

He laid in bed and did the worst thing anyone should ever do, let his thoughts wander.

He thought about how he had really dug himself a hole with the fake boyfriend thing and how he desperately needed help from his real boyfriend,

The real boyfriend he was desperately in love with.

He was just way too beautiful for his own good and Pete revelled in it.

He had a class, first period with Mikey. And an unfortunate amount of imbeciles.

He was hoping for a 'stay back and kiss me' kinda vibe from Mikey so he could talk to him.

And that was what he got, in the way of a wink and a smile which made him melt because Mikey Way's smile was a literal beam bright enough for NASA to track.

"Hey Mr.Way." He greeted cordially, almost faltering before saying 'Mr Way' because he was so used to calling him babe, or just Mikey.

"Hello Peter." Pete almost laughed at Mikey's discomfort at 'Peter' but it was horribly obvious that if he called him anything else the situation would become much more uncomfortable.

To lessen the horrible situation Pete darted to his seat, leaving the space around Mr.Way's desk vacant, for about a second.

Because with a 'click-clack' Chantelle shimmied over to the spot,
"Heyyyy Mr.Wayyyy." She spoke so irritatingly Mikey hoped that she choked on the excess 'y' sounds.

"Hello Chantelle." Mikey was too captivated by who he wanted to be speaking to to act like he gave a shit about what the walking lipstick tube had to say.

"So Mr.Way, are you busy after class because I have the most important thing to show you."

"I really can't, I'm packed."

"You have one class."

"Two actually."

"That can't mean you're that busy. I checked your schedule and your other class isn't till tomorrow. So can I stay back a bit?"

"I'll see." That meant 'no' but she didn't seem to catch on because she had the audacity it blow a kiss as she went to her desk.

Mikey got the kids to paint the sketches they had been working on for the past few weeks, because he was really good at teaching.

Pete had gotten paint all over himself again and it reminded Mikey, so bittersweetly of when Pete threw every single emotion to sh*t and kissed Mikey's cheek in the least platonic way ever.

He just sighed at the thought of Pete Wentz.

Pete didn't pick up in his sigh but Chantelle did, and took it upon herself to call out to the entire class;

"Are you okay Mr.Way?"

"Yes, just tired" Mikey was tempted to add 'of you' at the end but decided he was already pushing his bitterness.

He just sat and his desk and glared at the clock, courting down to the bell.

When it finally rang and everyone cleared out Chantelle and Pete were the only two left in the room, and neither was going the leave before the other.

"Uh, guys, bell's rung, you can go." Mikey tried to give Pete a look suggesting that he wanted him to stay.

"But Mr.Way-"

"Tomorrow."

Chantelle flounced out of the room and huffed dramatically.

"Thank God." Mikey pulled Pete into his arms and kisses his forehead, because all he needed was a little cuddle from a little boy.

"I may have f*cked up a little."

Mikey didn't even register that Pete may have made a very big mistake.

"Mikes?" Pete tilted his head up so he could look at Mikey.

"Yeah?"

"I really f*cked up."

"What did you do?"

"I was on the phone, told you I loved you; I do just by the way. But my mother heard like the Boyfriend Batman she is and picked up on my Batsignal and know she knows I have a boyfriend but not who it is."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh works."

"Okay....uh, I don't really know what do do and I know what we should do but-"

"Mikey Way if you break up with me I will..."

"I don't want to..."

"Then don't."

"This is important. I'm sorry. I love you, and I'm going to love you from  a distance."

And before Pete could fight, or even say 'I love you' back Mikey had gathered his stuff and was out the door.

And Pete wanted to slip into the floor, and let it swallow him whole but he knew it wouldn't, not because of gravity and the laws of matter but because he wasn't in the same place, he was without a heart because figuratively Mikey had taken it with him.

Pete, because he needed to stop being pretentious declared he felt like sh*t.

And he needed to go home, and do nothing because everything reminded him of Mikey, and that was sh*tty.

He trudged home, and put on his sweatpants but even with their magical powers he still gave way too many f*cks about how someone was in love with him but not his boyfriend and he was in love with someone who wasn't his boyfriend.

Mikey declared his love on the weekend but now the tables had turned and he was going to 'love Pete from a distance' .

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