hehe peteky time

love is just a chemical

3rd person-

Pete Wentz is a hopeless romantic, a die hard believer in the power of love rocking your world and shaking your boots and leaving you dying and alive.

Mikey Way can't be bothered with something so immature as love. Life is meticulous, calculated, full of letters and numbers and chemical reactions. Love is a mere explosion of neurons that make peoples brains explode, and leave the carnage for everyone else to pick up. The death rate too high, the bystander casualties immense.

Pete is infatuated by Mikey Way, not just because their views on love and the world are very differing, but also because he believed the man was beautiful. Sure, he was skin and bone, lanky, almost skeletal, but his hips were curved in just the right places; his nose burning red through his cautiously placed hair, and thick lensed classes sitting firm on his nose. Pete thought Mikey was an angel, Pete thought Mikey was the one.

On the other hand, Mikey found Pete's thinking process quite peculiar, wondering why the boy was so set on love changing someone's life for the better. Hell, Mikey even thinks Pete has something wrong in his head (not that it matters of course, Mikey knows that even the smallest of chemical imbalances can drastically change the thinking process of the brain). That's what Mikey tells himself when he finds himself walking up to Pete one day during a free period.

"Oh, hey Mikeyway!" Pete said, seemingly eating and spewing all of the energy in the room at once. Mikey was in wonder of the boy- how could he be so energetic, but calm the energy in the room all at once. Mikey curled the ends of his lips up to show at least a little emotion.

"I heard you needed help with that science project? I know we didn't pick each other for partners but we could probably go down to Mr. Hendrick's room and ask," Mikey found himself saying, brain running on autopilot. He normally didn't lose control of his thoughts like that.

"Yeah that sounds chill, but not to be rude man, don't you normally work by yourself on those projects?" Pete questioned, Mikey found his face flushing with blood, and his eyes staring at one of the frayed ends of Pete's dreads.

"Yeah normally, but I think another perspective would be good- just incase I don't get it right and get stuck in a rut," Mikey stated slowly, tracing Pete's eyes with his own to watch the emotion in his eyes, Pete blinks, and nods then grabs Mikey's arm; which begins to turn a light pink at the warm contact of Pete's hand.

In the weeks passing, Mikey and Pete have been meeting at each others houses, not only working on the science project- but getting to know each other on a different level. The two seemingly clicked from the start, opposites attract or whatever they say, even though they had more in common then they originally thought. They both played bass, they both had a love for horror and fantasy, hell, they even had the same taste in music and comic books- though their outlook on life was still split in half.

"I just don't understand how you can't long for someone to be in love with, where everything that someone does just makes you swoon and make you want to spend the rest of your time on earth with them!" Pete sighed, legs swinging back and forth on the top of Mikey's roof, Mikey took a drag of his cigarette.

"It's simple, life is all essentially a series of chemicals- the rush of serotonin that you get when you "fall in love" is simply just a fake curtain that people who are romantics use to blind themselves from the reality of life." Mikey leaned back and pushed his glasses back onto his face, Pete snatches the cigarette out of Mikey's hand.

"You're no fun, Mikeyway, how do you live like that," Pete says, then takes a long drag. Mikey shrugs.

"I'm just trying to make it out alive." Mikey sighs. Pete chuckles lightly, them flicks the but of the cigarette off of the house. Pete lays down, feet still dangling off the edge of the house, he closes his eyes. Mikey stares at the tanner boy, he thought Pete looked peaceful, almost urethral in the pale light.

Pete opens one eye and stares back at Mikey, his mouth creeping into a smirk.

"Whatcha lookin at string bean-" Pete pokes Mikey in the stomach, Mikey's face goes red as his body jumps from Pete's finger.

"Shut up rocker- bet you don't need the ego boost." Mikey replies dumbly, crossing his arms over his chest and rocking back so he's in a ball-like shape.

"Oh if I'm such a punk rocker them I'm supposed to be bullying you dweeb- huh what are you going to do? Destroy me with nerd talk huh?" Pete teases Mikey, jabbing him with the end of his boot. Mikey gets an idea, then flips Pete off.

"C8H11NO2, plus C10H12N2O plus, C43H66N12O12S2," Mikey says smirking- Pete's jaw drops, eyes lighting up like they have done many times before.

"I didn't actually think you would seduce me with a chemical formula," Pete laughs slightly, "what does it mean Mikeyway."

The two boys are seemingly pulled together as Mikey keeps speaking.

"Dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, can be manufactured in a lab-" Pete shifts so his legs are intertwined with Mikey's, his left hand cupping the side of Mike's face and his other palming at the hem of Mikey's shirt.

"though overdosing on such chemicals can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity." Pete's forehead meets Mikey's as their noses bump together awkwardly.

"What does it stand for Mikey, what do those chemicals make," Pete looks desperate under Mikey's gaze, Mikey pulls away for a second, pushing himself over a mental barrier he didn't know he had.

"Love." Mikey says, then the two are pulled together like magnets reacting- Mikey feels his chest burst into warmth like he's on fire, his hands tingle when they make their way under Pete's shirt. Teeth clashing and spit mingling- they pull away flushed in red, messy clothes and messy hair.

"Jesus Christ Mikes you have no clue how long I've wanted to do that- and you say you aren't a romantic." Pete says, hovering over Mikey. Mikey's shirt is ridden up, and his breathing uneven. He nods, in agreement with Pete. Pete shakes his head, and Mikey watches as the tips of his dreads move almost in synch- then, he closes his eyes as their lips meet again.