everybody talks [COMPLETED]

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"and that wraps up our story for today! mikey and i will see you guys tomorrow at 4 o'clock pm sharp!" frank said a little too cordially for his usual edgy boy attitude.

the cameras shut off and lindsey yelled, "that's a wrap for today, everyone!"

frank and i got up from our seats and walked over to the dressing room area.

"this show may pay the bills, but damn, does it get on my nerves," frank commented as we walked into the abnormally quiet hallway.

"yeah, just think of what the people watching have to listen to for what, two hours?"

"i know. this "be nice to the camera" shit gets to my head."

"well, i'm going in my dressing room and going over tomorrow's segment," i announced to him, opening the door labeled, "mikey way."

"i should probably do that, but i've got things to do and certain people to fuck."

"ew. make sure you guys don't do it anywhere near my room," i said in disgust, not wanting to imagine my brother and frank, well...you get the point.

"on your bed! anyways, i'm on my way out."

"yeah, have, uh, fun."

"i will," frank said with a wink.

"ew," i commented to myself as i grabbed my script of segments for tomorrow.

to my definite delight, we were doing a segment on anti-homosexual rallies that were going on in result of the newly-elected mayor being a gay woman. there were all kinds of protests going on; riots, some picket sign shit, and boycotts of certain political things. it was hurting our town's economy and our mayor's feelings, obviously. why can't homophobic people just overlook the fact that she's a lesbian and see the wonderful person she is inside? i mean, she's donated much money to charities (mostly lgbt youth charities), adopted both of her cats from the shelter, and fucking recycles daily for god's sake. she's like the teacher's pet without the teacher.

well, i should start practicing my lines or whatever.

"hello and good evening! i am mikey way and welcome back to belleville 4 o'clock news!"

"dude, why are you talking to yourself?" an unfamiliar voice asked after i heard the click of my door opening.

"you're not supposed to be in here!" i retorted, blood running to my face to show that i was, to say the least, kind of embarrassed.

"oh, you're mikey way, right?" he questioned.

we made direct eye contact and i nodded yes, him adding something else to say.

"well that's great, because i'm your new assistant. name's pete wentz, nice to meet you!"

he stuck his hand out in a genial way and, in response, i shook it.

"so, you're the guy replacing alicia?" i asked.
they said i would get a newbie for my new assistant because they knew i could handle it; and i have handled it for the past three years i've done this show. but, that's probably because i've never had one this, how do i say it, hot.

what am i thinking? i'm not gay. that's frank's job to be the men-obsessed news anchor.

but, things can change, i guess, and this guy might be the end of me, even though i've only known him for a minute.

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dang i love writing petekey and this story is going to be so fun to write