PUSH ME (PETEKY)

Hey its those gay guys again.

The mood for the week was considerably happier, Pete was rocking on his heels and grinning.

It was last period on a Friday, the restored Date Night and Pete's smile couldn't have been wider as he practically skipped into Art Class,
"Hey Mr.Way!" He even waved today, and Mikey waved back- fluttering his fingers lazily.

"Sit down Pete!" He laughed, and Pete shuffled away because Mikey knew that Pete could only become happier when with Mikey.

Mikey had started his rounds earlier today, handing out paint and checking on people's progress.

Unfortunately there's always a dark cloud in even the bluest skies, and she was sitting at the table Mikey was talking to.
"Mr. Way, I am so sorry for acting up in class, any chance I can make it up to you?" She wiggled her eyebrow and Mikey just walked away.

He slumped next to Pete, "I'm seconds away from cutting her head off with a pottery tool-"

"Same."

"Pete, the memes need to stop. I'm writing that on your report,"

"My report card?"

"Yes, I'll write, 'Peter Wentz shows great skill and dedication but he is often distraction the class with his references to internet memes. I recommend counselling to sort out this issue.' And you'll have to come see after school."

"Nah-Ah. I'll be a graduate! I'll be free!" Pete sang free out in a ridiculous high note, swig back in his chair so Mikey outstretched his arms to catch the predicted fall.

And Pete did fall, spilling an entire pallet of paint on the floor, and his clothes.

"Oh my, Pete. How?"

"Gravity is cruel, Mr.Way." Pete using Mikey's proper 'title' because of the amount of attention drawn to himself and the splattered paint.

The majority of the class was laughing to the point of wetting their pants, and one blonde-hair sourpuss was grimacing at Mikey helping Pete up, because holding his hand was absolutely scandalous.

Chantelle was fuming, metaphorically because drool would definitely mess her lipstick.

But Pete didn't care, he was covered in paint and was sure his brain active was being effected by the fumes because he made the odd decision to dip his hand in the spilled paint and wipe it on Mikey's face.

Mikey's blue jaw dropped,
"Pete!"

"Sorry Mr.Way, my hand slipped."

Mikey's eyes were glowing and he was trying not to smile and put on an authoritative front.

But the second the bell rang and everyone left Mikey let a loud chuckle out, glowing,
"Pete Wentz, I will..."

"Take me to yours so we can clean up before our date?"

"I want to disagree but I booked us this amazing restaurant that might dismiss our paint ridden bodies."

"Well let's go, come on!"

Pete took Mikey's hand, which consequently got paint on it and held on to it, all the way to the car.

"You know what, we really don't hold hands enough." Pete said, squeezing Mikey's hand.

"I agree. You've got lovely hands." Mikey ran his thumb over Pete's knuckles, then lifted up his hand and kissed it.

They were being risky, but neither wee going to object to the other's affection.

*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

It had gotten the stage that Pete was lobbing the complimentary olives at Mikey, because the food was taking way too long for his liking.

They had ordered the classy choice of chicken-parmigiana purely for the chips on the side.

The waistress looked at them weirdly because why wouldn't they pick the Parma over the asparagus sh*t.

The pizza man never treated him like this.

"I put a suit for this!" Pete grumbled, his last toss hitting Mikey on the nose, who ignored Pete's excellent olive throwing skills.

"Well, you look dashing."

"Aw thanks babe. You're still stunningly handsome, as always."

Pete sighed, because he really was smitten with Mikey, just in general. He put his head in his hands and hummed to himself.

"You know, I love you Pete Wentz."

"I love you too,Mikey Way."

"This is so nice, it's dark and no one can see us, I can talk to you about anything and everything and hold your hand because we don't do that enough." Mikey laughed, and reached over the table to hold Pete's hand.

"Talk to me Mikey, tell me anything. What's your favourite colour, your least favourite type of weather, your alien conspiracy theory?!" Pete asked, grinning wildly.

"Uh,okay. My favourite colour is black, I don't like hail because bruises aren't in fashion any time of year. My theory on aliens is that they're hesitant because Earth is a little sucky. What about you?"

"My favourite colour is hazel-y green and that's totally not because of your eyes.  I also hate hail but not as much because I don't have time for the outdoors. And I don't think that my alien theories can top your's, because my involve a decent amount of Capri Sun and large catapults."

"I you plan to shoot Capri Suns to the actual sun I fully support you." Mikey deadpanned, then he broke out into a smile, laughing at Pete's antics, which we just so, Pete.

"The plan is to lure aliens here and go to their planets because I'm sure that they have like, purple trees and obscure  stuff."

Mikey tossed his head back and laughed heartily, a few people sending snobby 'shhh' sounds in his direction.

And their food arrived, so Pete could stop his raving about his gravity deform plans.

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"Ah-huh....yeah...of course...okay....okay....yeah.....alright.....bye...yes....okay....goodnight mum...yes, I love you....goodnight." Pete was on the phone to his mother, convincing her that her 18 year old son was responsible enough to spend the night at his 'friends' house.

Because an 18 year old boy was not responsible enough to take care of themselves,even if they were Pete who was notorious for not being the best at personal care.

But his mother agreed, and Pete bounded over to Mikey's sofa and jumped onto it, landing more on Mikey than next to him.

"Thanks for letting me stay over." Pete kissed Mikey's cheek.

"Thanks for staying." Mikey's shifted to that he was cuddling Pete, not performing a contortionist duet.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Golly it is only Thursday and everything sucks, major weekday blues over here.
Hope y'all are having an ok week though.
-M x