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Just Off The Key Of Reason (Pete Wentz/Mikey Way)
I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.Concluida
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"People are like leaves, they can't stay forever." Pete Wentz knows this. Someone tells him this everyday. Everyday Pete gets a letter from someone he supposedly doesn't know, or at least that's what they say. He knows basically everything about them and he wants to know more, when the letters stop coming. petekeyaf 2015 ©Concluida
Just One Yesterday
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The Rock of Loneliness {{PETERICK}}
The Rock of Loneliness, as it had been named by the students of the past, had been on the school grounds for as long as Pete Wentz could remember and, for as long as he could remember, no one had ever sat on it. Still, there was always someone sitting by it, waiting to be everyone's new best friend. Pete assumed they had some stupid title like "Rock Monitor", and was always torn between feeling sorry for them and laughing at them. The Rock of Loneliness was a waste of time and space, in Pete's head, at least.Concluida
Cusp (Petekey/Peterick)
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We Aren't Nerds! {{PETEKEY}}
Michael Way regretted telling his older brother he'd go with him to the party that night. After about an hour of loud music and too many people in one room, he went on his way to find somewhere else to sit and made a start on that reading he was meant to be doing. Pete Wentz was surprisingly unhappy with having such a huge party in his house, in fact, he didn't even remember agreeing to it. After about two hours of people trying to force him to go and be sociable, he went up to his room to clear his mind. Neither of them expected to see another person there, but neither of them really minded. As the party downstairs got louder, they both continued getting to know each other and wondering where the other had been their whole life.Concluida
I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.
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