PUSH ME (PETEKY)

(((FINAL)))STRAW FOR M

Some Decent Time later:

Pete and Mikey had returned from dinner from their 9 months anniversary.

They had a pleasurable evening of bad champagne ( meaning Pete had drank from Mikey's glass) and good kisses, not enough to stumble or to slur their words but enough to have little conscious telling them that everything was a bad idea.

They walked into Pete's house, way too loudly considering Pete's parents were home.

Pete, as always couldn't stop giggling, the minor exposure to alcohol wasn't helping his uncontrollable laughter.

"Pete, shut up."

"Mikey, you're so mean to me." Pete kissed his cheek, as they attempted to tiptoe up the stairs, that to their disadvantage creaked.

They actually managed to make it to Pete's room without Mr.Wentz appearing with a baseball bat threatening to kill the intruder, as he had done when his wife was home from work and was convinced that she was a burglar.

Pete crawled into Mikey's arm, and settled in his chest,

"Happy 9 months." Mikey whispered,

"We could have had a baby in the span of our relationship...." Pete murmured

"What do you mean could have? Aren't you a baby?"

"I'm your baby." Pete was too tired to retaliate, and even more tired of acknowledging his own pretentious and cliche habits.

Mikey appeared to be equally tired, because his response to Pete's statement was a softy yawn, followed by gentle snores.

They were both beyond the point of celebration, they had their dinner and needed to sleep.

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Mikey was alarmed to hear the steps creaking, clearly as they had creaked the night before.

He was sure that Pete wasn't the creaking one, because Pete was right on top of him and despite Pete's amazing talents being in two places at one was not one of them.

So it meant it was a parent.

And that thought scared Mikey so much, it had been a few months since his introduction to Mrs Way, over the phone and although she had been asking for him and anytime was as good as the rest Mikey did not want to meet her when he was in his pyjamas, or better still, Pete's pyjamas and have the boy on top of him.

The situation wasn't the best.

But Mikey's early morning hearing, which was admittedly questionable, suggest nonetheless that the steps were getting louder and therefore closer.

Till he could just now that they person was outside the door.

He tapped Pete's shoulder, and whispered to him "Pete...pete, babe....wake up....babe."

Pete shuffled, and snorted. An action that no one but Mikey could appreciate the adorableness of.

"Morning Mikes."

"Good Morning Pete." Pete shifted so he and Mikey were sitting up and managed to keep the covers draped over both of them, because Pete loved warmth and loved Mikey.

Mikey kissed Pete's forehead, just as Mrs. Wentz made the faithful decision to open her son's door.

"Uh, good morning..." She said, startled by the image suggesting she had obtained another son in the night.

Mikey was also startled and frozen like a deer in headlights, but Pete leapt into action because no one had any doubt that this situation was something Pete had gone over in his head.

"Mama, this is Mikey. You remember calling Mikey?"

"Yes, yes. It's lovely to finally be able to put a face to your name, and what a handsome face it is."

"Mum-" Pete moaned, "He's my boyfriend, not yours."

"Boyfriend?"

"We've been together six months." Pete said, leaving out the three months he spent illegally making out with Mikey in the art room and exchanging vows of love in Mikey's apartment.

"Wow, that's a lot of time to hide your boyfriend from us."

"Well you've met him now! Let's chat, or something..."

"If that's alright with you Mikey, I'd love to have a chat, my breakfast cooking abilities stretch to toast but I'm sure we can make do for our small talk."

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Mikey didn't think his interrogation was that bad, Mrs Wentz was lovely and the hardest question she was about Pete's full name.

He and Pete were cuddled up on the couch, while both parents were out for lunch claiming that both pairings needed some time together.

They were watching some horrible reality TV, starring some busty tanned girls and waxy-looking boys.

A blonde girl with tan skin began to gossip about a couple she was determined to break up or some clothes she wasn't going to fit into, but neither Pete nor Mikey were paying attention to what she was saying, more attention on her appearance.

Mikey jabbed a finger at the screen, "Look Pete, look at that tan skin, it's you!"

"Shut up, it's Chantelle."

They both laughed at the mention of the seeming pointless girl, that among other things,almost broke them up completely.

"I'm so glad neither of us have to see her again." Pete said,

"She was ridiculous, I've never thought I'd have two students willing to date my in a year, one nice and one blonde and ugly. She threw herself at me; like the more I think about the more I'm in awe that I didn't yell at her."

"What would you have said?"

"Stop flirting with me because I have a boyfriend. And he is the most beautiful boy in the world, he tells bad jokes but never fails to make me laugh, he has the most adorable laugh himself. I'm absolutely head over heels in love with him, because he's so perfect and I can't help but fall in love with him more and more ever day."

"Wow, he sounds great. I have this boyfriend too, he's so amazing I'm always in awe of him. He's so dazzling, he has lovely eyes and such a cute nose. He's just handsome in every way. He laughs at my dumb jokes and his laugh is adorable. He snores really sweetly as well. I am so in love with him. I can't believe how in love I am."

"Is he me?"

Pete just kissed Mikey, he actions answering his questions. He felt so calm, yet so exhilarated when he kissed Mikey, and judging by the kisses he got back the feeling was mutual, they were so in love.

And it didn't matter where they were in love, it being Mikey's apartment or their classroom or now, Pete's couch because it was a feeling that never faltered, and Pete and Mikey cousins imagine a more perfect relationship for themselves then the one they had right now.

How does it feel to be the parent of a piece of trash?
Pretty good.
If you did read this fic (AKA. My child) I love you.

Also I have a Frerard fanfiction up already just to put it out there.

Again, love you all, keep on keeping on.
-M x