Worst Enemies ; Petekey, Ryden, Frerard

One: I hate him

"You fucking suck at bass, dumbass."

Pete laughed nastily across the room at Mikey, who sat in the corner of the small room, hunched over a school's bass guitar. He glanced over the rims of his glasses and scoffed as he looked up at a rather short Pete Wentz, who was smirking as if Mikey had just done the most embarrassing thing.

"Not as much as that stupid emo fringe of yours does." Mikey retorted, he had no trouble insulting Pete, they did it on a daily basis.

Pete and Mikey weren't particularly popular nor unpopular, yet they were known across the school for the large rivalry between the two. Their two separate friend groups didn't even really hate each other, but they refused to talk in fear of Mikey or Pete lashing out at them.

Mikey hated Pete with a passion. Pete hated Mikey with a passion. They had been worst enemies for as long as they could remember, since they first met in preschool, where they would scribble over the other's drawing or knock down their block towers.

Pete glared at Mikey and trod on his foot, before huffing off to the rest of his friends behind the sheds. He may have a short temper, but really, he couldn't stand that idiot.

"Back already?" Patrick called, looking up from his phone. Pete grimaced before sitting next to Joe.

"Mikey Way is such a douche." He growled, taking a cigarette from his back pocket. He rarely smoked, as he was extremely underage and he only had a couple to hand, but he needed to stop stressing out.

Patrick nervously glanced at the cigarette, he hated when Pete smoked, but Andy interrupted him before he could object.
"Dude, he's not even that nasty. He's actually a pretty nice guy," he dragged out the 'y' of guy as he locked eyes with Pete. "Well, that's what Brendon told me..." he nervously mumbled the last part as he received a dirty look from Pete.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Yesterday he kicked me down a flight of stairs!" Pete yelled, waving around his arms. He still had the bruises on his forearms.

"Well, in all fairness, you were standing at the top of them while making fun of his legs." Patrick mumbled, trying to eventually get Pete to stop pointlessly fighting with Mikey. His desperate attempts were very pointless, the years of hatred wouldn't just 'disappear'.

Andy laughed and pointed out,
"Yeah dude, we all already know how awkward his legs are."

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Mikey sat, strumming at the bass, grumbling under his breath. He never really understood why Pete hated him, but he sure as hell hated Pete. I mean, the only reason he's using the school bass is because Pete once snapped all the strings of his one.

"Sorry lil bro, Mrs Anderson is a fucking bitch." Gerard stormed into the small music room, followed closely by Frank and Ray.

The four sat in a comfortable silence in the cramped place, Frank tuning his guitar, Ray fiddling with his fro, and Gerard picking at his teeth.
The music room was their usual lunch spot, so this was pretty usual for them.

It was quiet for a while, with Frank cracking the occasional joke leaving the rest groaning, until the creaky door opened softly, and Patrick's timid head peered through.

"Oh... sorry, I didn't... sorry." his words tumbled out his mouth as he received a dirty glare from Mikey. Gerard ignored his brother's actions and grinned at Patrick.

"Hey man! You guys can practice here if you want, we're not exactly doing much." He laughed as if Patrick was an old friend but a fierce whisper behind Patrick broke the happy aura.

"Are the idiots in here again? I can't stand them." Patrick turned to glare at Pete, who was standing in the corridor.

Gerard, still eager to form some sort of friendship, spoke up again.
"Haha, we aren't that bad, come on in." He gestured nervously with his hand to welcome them in.

Patrick, Joe and Andy happily walked in, each grabbing an instrument. Pete, however, trailed behind, muttering strings of curses quietly. He looked up at Mikey sitting on the table and grumbled, "No fair! He has the only good bass here!"

Mikey laughed harshly, and crossed his thin arms. "Maybe if you didn't break mine, then you could have this one - if you could actually play that is." He laughed again as Pete cracked his own knuckles in anger.

Mikey reached for another instrument before continuing, "Here, this is an instrument you might finally be good at." He tossed Pete a triangle, who caught it before turning to face the others, wanting backup. Unfortunately, Gerard was already deep in a discussion with Patrick, while Frank and Ray were talking to Joe about some shit about guitar picks. He turned to Andy, who was lightly tapping on the drum set, but his headphones meant he was lost in music.

So he turned back to Mikey, who was smirking widely. "Or maybe even that would be too hard to play, still."

"You're a fucking bitch." He growled, then stormed off. The rest of his friends looked up and reluctantly followed, apologizing as they left, as promptly as they had arrived.

Frank looked at Mikey and frowned, "Those guys are actually really cool, dude, was that really necessary?" He paused for a moment, leaning back on his chair, "I don't know about that Pete dude though. All he does is talk about how much he hates you."

Ray bit his lip, before laughing, "Hah, maybe he's into you, who knows."

Mikey glared up at Ray as if he had gone mental. "I'm not fucking gay." He then looked back down at his bass before adding, "And even if I was, I would definitely not date Pete."

Gerard blinked at his brother before poking Frank, who blushed and poked back.

Mikey stared at their weird actions, they passed off his comments as if it was nothing, but he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He was only speaking the truth, the idea of even having a pleasant conversation with Pete disgusted Mikey.

Pete was just generally disgusting though.

I'm sorry this sucks but hey.
Have fun with my awful writing :))))