Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Six

I started doing really good in school just so I could impress Pete. He definitely took a notice too. I watched him bounce around the class talking about grammar distractedly.

"Stump" he said catching my attention.

"Wha?" I asked. The class laughed at me.

"I asked if there was a reason you're zoning out in my class?" he crossed his arms and smirked at me.

"I uh, no" I mumbled awkwardly.

"So then would you mind telling me what the parts of speech are?" I rolled my eyes at him while he enjoyed himself. Dick.
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The class let out but of course, I stayed back. He smirked at me again with his arms crossed.

"What?" he asked at my glare.

"Can you name the parts of speech?" I mocked his voice annoyingly "You're a dick"

"Yeah well, there's something you get out of that"

"And whats that?" I asked.

"My dick" he said. I blushed and looked at the floor. "I-I was joking"

"Sex is a touchy subject" I whispered.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"It's just that I'm a virgin and I wanna love the person you know? Like really, really love the person. And we're not even dating" I said.

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" he asked.

"Well, yeah" I smiled.
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I walked into school early on Wednesday.  He stared at me as I walked in.

"Here" I said "This is a really stupid and annoying way of showing my affection" I handed him a stuffed giraffe that had a shirt on.  On the shirt it said 'I'll always stick my neck out for you!'.  He slowly took the giraffe from me.

"This is the dumbest most adorable thing I've ever seen" He said.  He placed it directly on his desk.  "I don't have anything for you"

"Thats okay, Brendon forced me to buy that for you.  He said I owe you something for dating you even after I sucker punched your ass" I shrugged.  He shook his head.

"So, I'm going to assign another writing assignment for you.  Be ready"

"You know some sugar daddies give their boyfriends money, you however assign me schoolwork" He laughed again.  The bell rang "I'm going to art class" I kissed his cheek.

"Have fun" he said.

"Okay" I replied.  I left before his class started to file in.
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In art I ended up drawing him in my sketchbook and texting Brendon.  I was pretty good art drawing.  I was finished my latest art project already so I had free time.  Art was the one place I fit in.  It was a class that you could choose to take so it was a lot of the misfits at my school in one room.  I never made friends with anyone.  But we all still talked like we knew each other and we could sit comfortably in silence together. 

"Hey Patrick" I looked up.  Ashlee Simpson, if I were to make a friend it'd he her.  She knew all about my sexuality and if it came down to it she protected me and stood up for me.  She considered me her friend so I let her rant to me.  I listened but that was about it "How's it going?"

"Okay" I shrugged "How about you?"

"Somewhat okay.  I have no rants for you so I guess thats good"

"Well, I'm here if you do" I laughed.

"Thanks" she smiled and started to finish her project.  I went back to sketching Pete in my book.  "Someone has a crush on the english teacher"

"Maybe" I shrugged "He asked me to draw it for him"

"Isn't he gay too?  I ship it" she smirked.

"Oh jeez Ash" I laughed.

"I'm just saying.  Hey his names Pete right?  Your ship name could be Peterick"

"Ashlee, chill" We laughed together. 

"Patrick" Our teacher said.  She was really nice.  Her name was Ashley too.  Ashley Frangipane.  "You've been requested by Mr. Wentz" Ashlee wiggled her eyebrows at me "Take your stuff"

"Okay" I said.

"Peterick is real" Ashlee whispered.

"Behave" I laughed.
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I knocked lightly on Petes classroom door.  He looked over at me.  Where was his class?

"Hey" he said "I figured I'd save you from art" I laughed and sat down on his lap.  "You're a distraction to me you know that?"

"You called me in here" I said.  He leaned up to kiss me.  "Apparently to distract you" I mumbled on his lips.

"I like it when you distract me" He smiled and kissed me again.  "I'm such a horrible teacher"

"I have something for you"

"Another giraffe?" He asked.  I laughed and tore the drawing of him from my sketch book.  He smiled at it "This is amazing.  I didn't know you could draw like this"

"A lot of people don't" I kissed his cheek "Actually other than the people in my art class you're the only one.  Can I spend the night?"

"Sure, but you have to come to a family dinner with me" he said.

"A what?" I asked.
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We pulled up in front of the ginormous house.  He looked nice, but guess who was in a very old Queen T shirt and skinny jeans.  Yup, me.  I looked over at him.

"You didn't tell me this was a fancy occasion.  You also didn't tell me you're rich" I said.

"I'm not, my parents are.  And you look perfect" He kissed my cheek. 

"It doesn't matter if you're rich or not.  Money's not something I look for in a guy" I smiled.

"You're something else Patrick Stump.  You know that?" He asked.  He started to get out but I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my lips.  I pressed a kiss to his palm.  He stared at me with an unreadable expression. 

"What if they ask my age?" I asked.

"Well you're 18 right?  You got held back a year.  Just say you're 18.  They don't have to know you're my student" I was nervous as hell as we got out.  He laced his fingers with mine and we walked hand in hand to the front door.  It opened up.

"Peter" A girl yelled.  The same woman from the pizza shop.  Pete chuckled.

"Patrick, this is my sister Jane, Jane this is my boyfriend Patrick" He said.

"Hi!  It's so cool to meet you.  Everyones inside" She seemed like a cheery person.  Pete led me inside by my hand.  I squeezed his so I didn't freak out.  I was meeting his parents.  This was absolutely terrifying.