Nostalgic for Disaster *Petekey*

Pete is fucking hardcore. His sick bass guitar proves it. I mean, he isn't great at the actual playing part yet, but that's not what matters. That's not important. Shut up. Anyway, he's got the edgy facial expressions for the job. Plus he's pretty damn good at screaming and shit. Anyway. His nearly nine hundred friends on Facebook (eight hundred sixty-two, last time he checked, of course), and all twenty-seven of his subscribers to his rant/vlog/cover channel on YouTube can all tell you that Pete Wentz (or xpetezza420x) is just the fucking bomb. And he totally hates that asshat Mikey Way. What an asshat. Like, make fun of him for being gay, but, like, don't be a asshole. Pete can't stand Mikey. How can someone be so goddamn gorgeous, be such an asshat? And by gorgeous, he means that completely objectively. There's no attraction there. Fuck you.

Mikey Way fucking hates Pete Wentz. He just has a distaste for gays. He's not, like, homophobic or anything. But can they not like do their thing somewhere else? He just thinks it's gross. His brother's gay, so it doesn't matter. Gerard and Frank can't get their fucking paws off each other and that fucking sucks. Anyway. Pete Wentz is a prick, who can go suck his own dick. That rhymed. No band would take him. He doesn't even really fucking play. Mikey's band, the Asthma, is the shit. So Pete can fuck off and find his own shit band.

But Battle of the Bands brings these fuckers head to head. Not like head-to-head. Not like that. Ew. Fucking gross. And The Asthma is facing off against whatever the hell Pete is doing.

The author doesn't have a fucking clue what she's doing. Fuck this description.

I'm just gonna fucking start writing.

Fuck you all.