Belgard ; petekey

7: Compulsive Liar

Monday November 30th

Getting out of bed in the mornings wasn't something many people were good at, Pete Wentz was one of them. It took all of his extremely minimal willpower to heave himself out of bed. Getting ready was always a half-bothered effort. Just throwing everything on, not even bothering to look in the mirror more than once. He'd rather not.

But you really can't help but catch a glimpse of your soulmate in your mirror, no matter how quickly you may focus on your own image faintly behind, making the one in the front fade away. Pete noticed it had gotten clearer and he could easily see a pair of glasses now but the rest was still hardly recognisable. He felt something in the pit of his stomach when he noticed that. Fear? Doubt? Anxiety? Probably all three.

Pete wasn't afraid of having a soulmate, in fact he'd rather like one, it's who his soulmate was. He was afraid of any less acceptance from his mother, she had thankfully almost forgotten of 'that day' when he blurted out that he saw a boy in the mirror, which he totally doesn't, no idea where that lie came from, no idea at all.

The truth is, Pete never really followed his mothers Christian beliefs, yet he still found himself silently obeying every single thing she said. He was always told to say grace at the dinner table, he did it without question. Everything his mother labeled as sin, he silently agreed. Really, the conclusion was that he was scared of his mom. She wasn't the nicest of people, she was too Christian for Pete.

Even outside of his mothers gaze, he kept it up. He didn't even know why, he kept it up that certain things were a sin, even though he did everything but agree. Pete always hid the truth, no matter how big or small. If there was any part of his life that was based on truth, it would be a miracle.

Compulsive liar. That's what his elementary school teacher put down on his report one year. He remembers being confused, asking his mom what it meant as soon as he had finished reading the complicated words on the paper and getting chocolate fingerprint stains on the neat page. His mom said it means that he lies out of habit, but Pete was still confused. Even until recently, Pete still believed that he wasn't a compulsive liar, even going as far as to consult Patrick for his advice, who quickly dismissed him as he was busy with homework, Pete never bringing the subject up again.

Pete slowly got ready with only one thought on his mind. It repeated as he had a shower, it repeated as he brushed his teeth, it repeated as he got dressed and did his hair. It circulated in his mind, it raced around and around so fast it made him dizzy. His eyes blurred and his vision became shaky. The shakiness spread. His hands began to shake and it traveled up his arms. He could feel thousands of tiny pin pricks as it went into his legs. It carried on. More and more he was shaking until his legs felt like they had no bones altogether and eventually they gave way. With a thud he landed on his bedroom floor and slowly but surely, he could feel it all travelling back into one concentrated area, his eyes until it eventually left altogether. "Compulsive liar." Pete scoffed breathlessly as he tried to stand up to leave for school as if nothing just happened.

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"We're going to be late!" Gee shouted up the stairs for Mikey who only groaned in frustration as he was practically tearing his room apart for one book. Out of sheer anger, he kicked his bookshelf with full force only to be in excruciating pain momentarily afterwards as a consequence for his actions. Hopping on one foot around a messy room proved a bad idea when he tripped on a stray hardcover copy of the Sherlock Holmes stories and once again ended up in more pain.

Upon hearing the worryingly loud noises from upstairs, Gee quickly jogged up only to find Mikey lying face down on his floor with his glasses somehow halfway across the room. Instead of helping Mikey up, they just burst into a fit of giggles and had to clutch onto the wall for support. "Ha Ha. Very funny." Mikey's monotone voice was muffled as his face was basically stuffed into a carpet but he made no attempt to move, this only made Gee laugh more until they practically couldn't stand. Whilst wiping a tear from their eye, Gee lent Mikey a hand which he graciously took and managed to stand up. "Screw the book." He mumbled as he took his glasses back from Gee and walked out, quickly followed by Gee jogging to keep up.

The rain only got worse as they stepped outside, the worst part is that it was too windy to use an umbrella so Mikey and Gee had to bravely face the weather head on as they made their way over to school. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them wanted to speak. They were both lost in their own thoughts of real life, fiction and everything in between. All Mikey could think about was yesterday, the reflection. Over and over the smashing of the glass replayed in his head like a stuck record. He shuddered and tried his best to think about something else and it happened to be the strange brown eyed boy he met a few days prior. Strangely enough, this thought didn't bother him that much.

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Sorry it's short but hello I'm back :)
I will be continuing this story soon enough and hopefully it turns out good
- XOA