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peter and michael

a/n hello one of my mutuals on twitter and I were talking cause I have been unironically calling Pete and Mikey peter and michael,, so here's this :)
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Michael Way was just your normal, average boy, he worked in a small family owned business right smack dab in the middle of town. A tailors shop, they created designer looks for many famous people across the world, even sometimes dukes and duchesses for fancy balls and galas. When the door opens, with the soft chimes of bells and the usual squeaking of the door, Michael doesn't bother to stand from his position in the back room. Gerard was in the front, Gerard would talk to the customers, and would only call if he was needed.

"Hello! Welcome to the Way Family Tailors! What can I do for you gentlemen today?" Michael's brother says, in an overly cheery voice. Michael listens to the voice carefully, wondering why it sounds so familiar to him. He stands, heading out into the main room, only to be met with the face of singer and writer, Pete Wentz, and Mikey thinks a manager of some sort.

"My brother Mikey will get your measurements in the back, Mr. Wentz," Gerard touches Michaels shoulder, he nods nod, and motions for Pete to follow him through the small gate and into the back room. Pete stands quietly as Michael puts his glasses on and grabs the measuring tape, starting with Petes shoulders and upper body, and working his way down.

"You're very quiet, Mikey was it?" Pete says, Michael looks up at him, finishing writing down the measurement he just took.

"Well, I was trying to get Pete Wentz out of here as fast as possible, I'm sure he's a busy busy man," Michael gives Pete a small smile, "and it's Michael, Gerard insists on calling me Mikey still." Michael continues measuring Pete's arms and torso. He lets out a small chuckle.

"Guilty as charged, I have a whole day of rehearsal for this Fourth of July special I have coming up, that's why I'm here getting measurements done," Pete when Michael starts writing, He nods just to show that he's listening, and Pete continues to ramble on.

"You should come out, it's just a fun little bash," Pete smiles, Michael looks up at him from the floor, and push up his glasses, studying Pete's face.

"Oh, you're not kidding," Michael's face flushes red, he writes down the last measurement.

"Of course I'm not kidding, a sweet little dude like you, you're cute, Michael, here," Pete pulls the pen out of Michael's hand and writes a serious of numbers. Satisfied, Pete drops Michael's arm and smiles.

"I'll see you then, Michael," Pete adds a small wink at the end, Michael's stomach twists, and he's left standing in shock at the older boys comments. Once Michael hears the door open, close, and the jingle of the bell subside, he lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Michael walks outside to see his brother already working on design sketches and pulling different sample fabrics from the many racks of fabric. Michael watches for a few minutes, then opens his mouth to speak.

"I think I accidentally got myself a date." Gerard's head snaps up and drops his pencil.

"You what?"

"Well, Pete wants me to go to that, Fourth of July bash he's performing at and he gave me his number," Michael mumbles, and shows Gerard his arm.

"Oh my god Mikes you got yourself a date," Gerard bounces in his chair, "you have to text him like, right now Mikey."

"Isn't that, against the code or whatever?" Michael asks, Gerard thinks then nods.

"Okay after work though you have to text him, now help me figure out what fabrics to use."

-small skip-

Michael's heart jumps every time the door opens on July Fourth. Pete would be stopping in today, to collect his outfit for his performance tonight, and to give me a backstage pass to watch his show. "Anything for you, the duke of handsomeness" Pete had texted Michael, when he was trying to thank him profusely for the kind gift. When the older, tanner man walks into the door, Michael already has his outfit folded nicely.