Pete Wentz's Guide To Getting the Lead Role (And A Boyfriend) >> Petekey

VII.

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"I can't believe this," Mikey hissed, pacing back and forth staring down at his phone.

"What's up, Mikey?" Pete looked up at him in curiosity.

"I mean... This is just an outrage. They can't just do this!"

"Do what?" Pete raised an eyebrow. Mikey let out a sudden wail and flopped on Pete's bed.

"They made the 999th ball on the store a swirl of all things!" Mikey sighed.

"What are you talking about, Mikey?" Pete chuckled.

"Color switch!" Mikey relied. "I hate this stupid game. They made 160 a pokéball and they make 999 a swirl?!"

Pete snorted at him. "Stop being such a baby, Mikey. Just play with the pokéball instead of the swirl."

"But Pete! I spent all my money on that one and now I have to live knowing it was just a swirl! I could've gotten so many more of the other ones. But apparently this dumb swirl is more important than a music note, a spaceship, a pac man..." Mikey broke off, sighing.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a baby," Pete rolled his eyes. He secretly thought it was really cute how flustered Mikey got over simple problems.

"Maybe we should just review lines, huh?" Mikey sighed. "That is what I came over for," he grinned.

"Sure." Pete sat down on the floor next to Mikey.

"Where do you want to start?"

"The part with Benvolio and Mercutio before the party? And then maybe we can do some of the party?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Pete grinned.

He stood up and Mikey did too after some sighing.

"Okay, so you go first," Pete grinned. "Scene 4 Act 1?"

"What, shall this speech he spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology?" Mikey looked at him expectantly.

Pete suddenly turned red. Not because he couldn't memorize the lines, but because Mikey had every ounce of attention on him.

"The date is out of such proloxity: we'll have no Cupid hoodwinkd with a scarf..."

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Pete's heart was racing, and he felt lightheaded. This was the party scene where Romeo and Juliet met. And Mikey wasn't just reading the lines, but also acting it out too.

"Have not saints and holy palmers too?" Mikey asked, grabbing Pete's hand, tenderly. He brushed a finger across Pete's chin.

"Ay, pilgrim," Pete choked out. "Lips that they must use in prayer."

"Then let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," Mikey whispered, his breath tickling Pete's ear and making him shiver.

"S-saints do not move, though grant for prayer's sake," Pete replied, shakily. He could feel Mikey's smooth fingers in his and hoped he couldn't tell how sweaty they were.

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take," Mikey replied, leaning close to Pete's face.

"And then..." Pete cleared his throat. "This is where you'd ... kiss her," he looked up at the taller boy before taking his fingers from Mikey's hand.

"Yeah..." Mikey nodded, a light pink tinting his pale cheeks. "Thanks for letting me come over to do this with you," he smiled.

He picked up his backpack and swung it across his back.