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

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Pete felt terrible when Mikey's lips were on his.

Even if it was just acting. What exactly were they now? Pete wrapped his arms around Mikey's neck feeling hot as the spotlight glared down on them. It felt wrong and Pete felt dirty.

He just wanted this to be over and then he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to see Mikey; he didn't want to see Patrick; he didn't want to see Alicia. He just wanted to go home. He was terrified of being on stage and that was the main priority. He had to get through tonight and then he'd be fine. Alicia's understudy would be here and it would be all okay.

He felt Mikey's fingers wrap around his, and he didn't react much. He just wanted him to let it go.

"Then, window, let day in and let life out," Pete looked at Mikey, tenderly.

"Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I shall descend," Mikey exclaimed, capturing Pete's lips with his own once more. Pete turned to Lindsey who was staring at him, expectantly.

"Art though fine so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For a minute there are many day: O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo!"

"Farewell!" Mikey replied. "I will omit no opportunity. That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

"Oh think'st thou we shall ever meet again?" Pete asked him, desperately.

"I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come."

Finally, it was Pete's last scene, and he fell on top of Mikey's body, dramatically. The lights went low and Pete pulled away very quickly. He got up and tried to go to the dressing room before Mikey could follow.

Still, he heard Mikey call after him.

"Pete! Pete, please talk to me," he heard Mikey call after him. Pete felt Mikey's hand grab his and swing him around.

"What?" Pete scowled up at him. He chose to ignore Mikey's eyes widen.

"First I wanted to congratulate you on an amazing job. Not that I didn't think you could do it, but because it's a lot to remember and it just proves how amazing you are," Mikey blushed. "And second... I wanted to talk to you about the thing..."

"The thing," Pete raised an eyebrow. "You didn't kill someone, Mikey." He jerked his fingers from Mikey, making him frown a little. "Can we wait until after bows? I'll talk to you after that, I promise."

"Yeah," Mikey sighed. "We should go." He walked with Pete back to the stage.

Almost everybody was still out on stage and Gerard and Frank were next, fingers clasped tightly together. They went when the stage manager told them to, and Mikey and Pete were next.

They walked out on stage back into the light and the cheering crowds greeted them, happily. They all bowed a few times and people began to leave the stage. Mikey swooped up Pete in his arms walking off, and the crowd cheered.

"Just making sure you don't run away from me again," Mikey whispered into Pete's ear, making him shiver. He tightened his grip on Pete and brought him over to the counter in his dressing room.

"Pete, I am so so sorry that I did that to you. I shouldn't have kissed you. You don't like me like that and I-"

"You're so oblivious Mikey, Jesus Christ," Pete sighed, exasperated. "I hate you."

"You do?" Mikey looked up at him, curiously, and pressed his chest to Pete's knees, trying to wiggle his way in between Pete's legs.

"I hate you so much," Pete replied, grabbing Mikey by the collar and pulling him closer. They were inches away from each other now, and Mikey looked down quickly at Pete's lips.

Pete finally leaned in and Mikey kissed him, carefully. He slid Pete off the counter and into his arms, gently and Pete wrapped his legs around Mikey's waist. Mikey's hands were underneath Pete, supporting him from below.

"You still hate me?" Mikey murmured breathlessly pulling away for a second.

"Always," Pete leaned his forehead against Mikey's.

"Honestly, I don't care what you think," Mikey replied, kissing Pete again. "As long as you're thinking about me." He kissed Pete again, and again, and again.

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"You don't actually think Mikey loves you, do you?" Alicia sneered at him. "Mikey doesn't even like you. He just hangs out with you because his mom makes him," she added.

"You can stop lying to me, Alicia," Pete rolled his eyes. He was just trying to walk to his class, and Alicia had approached him, angrily.

"I'm not lying, Pete. I have proof," she reached around to pull her phone out of her backpack, unlocked it, and tapped the screen a few times and handed it to Pete.

Alicia: Ur not actually in love with Pete, are you?

Mikey: no. I don't.

Alicia: You'll hurt him.

Mikey: I don't care

Mikey: I never did.

Alicia: wow. I actually thought you cared. You deceive people very easily.

Mikey: no.

Mikey: I'm not deceiving anybody.

Alicia: why do you hang out with him?

Mikey: my mom made me.

Pete looked at Alicia, jaw dropped. Then his chin began to tremble.

"That's not true. You... did that somehow. It's not Mikey," he replied, firmly.

"Believe what you want, Pete," Alicia shrugged. "I swear on my acting career that the person I showed you the text messages from was Mikey." She crossed her heart before clicking on 'more information' and handed it back to him. It was indeed Mikey's number.

"Why would you show me that?" Pete scowled at her, trying hard not to show his tears to Alicia.

"I don't want you to get hurt by Mikey," she told him. "Mikey doesn't care about anybody except himself. He plays with people's emotions just for his sick amusement," she rolled her eyes. "He's hurt me more times than I can count. You have to believe me, Pete," she stared at him, desperately.

"Thank you for showing me that, Alicia," he sighed. "Mikey's not the guy I thought he was."

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