You and I Gotta Put an End to This (Peterick)

Chapter 26

Couples that are happy together for years, never fight, and always have sex like it's America's pass time are total cliches. I don't believe such a relationship exist. I don't believe in that kind of love. Or at least if it is real, I've never seen it or experienced it. The truth about love is that couples fight. They make each other cry and hate the other in ways that other people can't. So, to look like the cliche couples that you find in movies and TV, like Monica and Chandler from Friends, real couples would have to act like nothing ever happens. They don't hear anything, or see anything, and they bury new problems under old ones. That's what Pete and I have always done, and it's what we do now because all we want is to be the Monica and Chandler of real life.

"Thanks for helping me set up my class room." Pete hung a poster of common grammar rules across the room.

"You're welcome." A smile arose from my lips, even if he couldn't see it. It's moments like these that make me feel like we will be okay. Like we have chance. "When do you start?" I asked as I decorated the billboard.

"Next Monday."

"The end of February is such a weird time to start a teaching job. What happened to the old teacher?" I asked, pinning a poster of classroom rules.

"Apparently, she died."

"Well... one woman's loss of life, is another man's gain I suppose." I poorly joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Haha." He giggled. "Yeah. I guess it is." He pinned up another poster. "Well I think that we have earned ourselves a nap." He said as he looked around the room.

"I guess we have. It doesn't look like a prison anymore." I walked over to Pete looking around.

"Man. I fucking hated highschool." He said.

"Why?"

"Because. I had to pretend to like everyone to stay popular, but in reality, I was just the angry empty kid who hated everyone."

"Wow. Must have been so hard to pretend to be the angry emo kid who liked everyone." I rolled my eyes.

"And what was highschool like for you?" Pete asked.

"I was the band geek. I haven't grown since 7th grade. I was the 7th grade sized band geek with the dumb hair cut in that stupid marching band outfit. I was so short and chubby, my band uniform had to be custom made!"

"Imagining high school you makes me want to ride your dick so hard." He smiled. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous that was.

"Whatever. However, that doesn't sound that bad." I said walking over to the door.

"Oh really?"

"You know, I never got the chance to have sex with my teachers in highschool." I said closing the door and locking it.

"Patrick." Pete laughed. "You can't be serious."

"And if I am... Mr. Wentz." I got close to him and closed the distance between us.

"You know, I thought this was silly when you closed this door, but I'm only turned on right now."

"Mr. Wentz... is there anything I can do for an A?" I pushed him all the way to his desk across the room.

"I don't know Patrick. You're not the most well behaved student, nor the most hard working."

"I think I can show you that I can work hard if I just...." I pushed him back against his desk, bumping him into it. "Apply myself."

"Well... maybe there is something." He said unbottoning his shirt.

"Just let me show you what I've learned." I pushed him down and layed him om his desk and un did his pants.

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"I cannot believe we just did that." Pete said buttoning his shirt back up.

"I can." I unlocked the door and looked around the hall.

"And you let me top! You almost never let me do that."

"Anything for an A. And I was in the bottoming mood, but we all know that you love being on your back taking it so don't get use to it."

"Not fair." He put his shoes back on and grabbed the car keys. "Let's go before someone says something to us. We were terribly loud."

Maybe pretending isn't so bad. Maybe we can bury our problems and become that couple. If all it takes to pretend everything is okay is great sex, pushing down old feelings of anger and bottling them up, and not bringing up the past, then maybe we can be the cliche Monica and Chandler, and I can learn to believe in that kind of love and experience it for myself.