first real Petekey chapter with a little hint of where gee and Frank got to know eachother.
dedicated to Josh. My personal Mikey
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Mikeys Pov
This was it.. New School. Fresh start.. Time to reinvent myself. Get to know people, make more friends, find a study  group. Probably do none of those things and instead stay a weird loner who spents all his time in the library because that is the place you don‘t have to talk to anyone and be to caught up in a book to notice weird stares.
Yeah.. great way of thinking  on your first day of school…
I was still in bed thinking about wether it would be to late to get on the next train back home and  just crawl under the covers with my best friend. I haven’t seen him in what felt like ages though it weren’t even 24 hours. He would probably kick my butt so hard, it would send me flying straight back right where i was. I sighed and pushed myself out of the bed. I had like 15 minutes to get ready… It would take me 30 alone to put my contacts in so i decided on just taking the Glasses and rocking the bed-hair.. „Fuck it“ i mumbled under my breath as i looked at the sorry excuse that was staring back at me from the mirror… I decided I would go with at least some new clothes. A dark green v-neck some black skinny jeans and matching vans would do the job i thought as i got dressed. I stuffed the neccessary books into my bag and made it out of the dorms in time. It was pretty chill to have a single room. The last thing i wanted to think about was a homophobe roommate. It sound kinda pricky but my parents paid extra after alot of begging so i didn’t have to share my room. I told them that as soon as i would make a good friend i would try and get a room with him so they could cancel the extra payments but i didn’t actually intend to look for a roomie. Still in thought about the fact that having a single room would probably make me the rich prick i wandered cluelessly over campus trying to figure out where in fucks name i had to go. I did feel alot more  confident in my new clothes but alot more confident for me means something along the lines of very insecure normal person. I chuckled a little to myself as i turned the map of the campus in every possible direction, therefore not paying attention to where i was headed and in the end getting knocked down by bumping into someone. Being me and my life being the bastard it is the guy i bumped into was a freaking wall and sent me falling straight on my butt and i heard my glasses shattering somewhere on the ground.Fuck. Now for the rest of the day i would be technically blind. Thanks life. The strip on my backpack ripped and my books scattered all over the place . Thanks again. I braced myself for someone saying „watch where you’re going, fag“ because that’s the reaction i always got in highschool but instead i heard the most soothing voice apologizing to me over and over „I’m so sorry dude. Let me help you, I hope you didn’t need those glasses too much. I’m so sorry“ He got down and started gathering my books, holding them out for me to grab. I did and looked up „It‘s fine i got a spare one and contacts in my room.. I did need those though.. thank you for –„ that was when my eyes finally kind of focused on that blurry picture in front of me and i was met by an all too familiar face. A face i was supposed to forget. That i wanted to forget. I froze mid sentence. How could this be. He was supposed to study at some sports college. To be americas next freaking basketball star. PETE FUCKING WENTZ was not supposed to go to a music-based college. He was not supposed to ever be seen in real life ever again. „are you okay?“ His voice cutted right through my thoughts filling every last braincell. I grabbed all the books around me and hurried off yelling a quick thanks in kind of the right direction and sprinted in the first direction my body was taking me. Fuck fuck fuck.
With burning lungs and out of breath i reached my destination and took a seat next to a blonde cute boy with long-ish hair and a weird looking cap or hat… or whatever you call it on his head in the very back of the room.  He was scribbling somethin down on his notepad which appeared to be lyrics of some sort..or poems.. i couldn’t really tell since my vision was lacking quality. A tall, dark haired man entered the room and introduced himself as our study advisor. He would be the one for questions and helpful advice. He explained everything we needed to know about how college would work and that everything we do will eventually get to him so we shouldn’t try pulling any funny business.
At the end of the day i just felt too exhausted to call frankie with the incredibly bad nudes.. NEWS, MIKEY. DONT START THINKING OF PETE WENTZ and NUDES NOW! Also those would never be bad nudes…. I’m pretty sure somewhere there are nudes that could prove they wouldn’t  be bad and -   NOT THE POINT RIGHT NOW! The bad NEWS about repeating my Highschool crush story all over again. And that Pete Wentz only got hotter with time.. So in the end I just texted him a quick

Lots of news! But tomorrow im really done. Goodnight
XOXOMikes

Okay! Im Impatiently awaiting your report
XOXOFrank

We knew who was texting but the XOXOname kinda became our thing.
So said, done. I called Frank first thing in the morning, told him everything about the pete wentz situation. I still couldn’t believe that he could be even more perfect, wanting to do something with music in his future. I also told him about the big opening project which would basically be writing a song with nothing but the instruments we brought so that they could see where we were skill wise. I kind of hoped to get paired with Pete but at the same time I begged heaven and Hell to pair me with people Pete would never even want to go near.
Frank told me that gerard didn’t talk to him at all after i was gone which was no surprise. Frank however saw his big break through in the fact that he slept on the couch in the living room so he could sneak glances at Gee getting coffee in the middle of the night and he woke up with a blanket on him. We concluded that he must’ve pulled it on himself in his sleep, said our goodbyes and I couldn’t help but let out a big sigh afterwards. I knew my best friemd fucked up bad but i also know that Gee loves him and is hurting himself more than neccessary in trying to stay away. It probably was gerard who pulled the blanket over Frank but i didn’t want him to get his hopes up. Gee  might be in love with him but he is also in expert in not letting anyone in and suffering on his own.
The next couple of days went by in a blur. It was mostly avoiding Pete at any cost, learning that he was in most of my classes, gathering information on how the fuck college actually works compared to what we were told and what our options were. I knew that i couldn’t go my whole college time avoiding him and Frank told me that I should try and act as normal as possible because if he really didn’t recognize me then avoiding him would just lead to the unwanted confrontation of him asking about why i was doing that.he was right. I knew that.. it was just that everytime pete entered the room my body tensed up and i wanted to disappear so badly that everyone could probably smell my discomfort. He tried talking to me once. He said i forgot to pick up one of my books and that he didn’t have the chance to give it back until now but i panicked and just said that ill come pick it up cause i really had to go and ran like the coward i was.
It was inevitable for it to happen i know that. My life loves handinZg me lemons and even though  i love lemonade…i freaking hate life.
So that fateful Friday we sat in class. Cute Hat-boy was doodling and Pete sat in the very front leaning slightly to the right so he could put his face on his hand to rest but still seem interested. I hate myself for knowing that just by looking at the back of his figure. ANYWAY. We were sitting in class, waiting to get paired up and i felt sweat building on my forehead when our advisor entered the room. He told us that someone in the office fucked up and that it would take at least a week to get all the application forms and the processing of who came and who stepped off last minute and who wasn’t supposed to be where they are aswell as classes and stuff back in check so we would basically get another week off till college starts. Which means a week off from having to run away from Pete.
Speak of the devil, he was standing next to me looking at me like i was supposed to answer a question. He chuckled „lost in thought, eh? I just wanted to know if you wanna join me and a couple of other people for pizza, since we don’t have any classes.“ Deep breath. Mikey. Don’t fuck this up. Remember what frankie said. Act cool. For once in your life. So i looked at him, smiled and said „ sure. And could we maybe stop by your room to grab my textbook?“ he looked a little startled but smiled soon after „yeah! Sounds great. I was beginning to think you hate me.“ HATE HIM!?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Funny story, pete. I must’ve let out a little chuckle since pete went from smiling to a questioning look. „Oh! No. I don’t hate you.. it’s just that i get that alot since im very shy and people think i’m avoiding them.. so yeah. Nevermind“ He chuckled and i swear to god i heard the angels sing in the background. HOLY MoTHERTRUCKER I am still so fucked.
When we stopped by his Room i froze. I was going to see petes way of living college life. So let me just tell you why i was a little disappointed in what i got to see. Pete must be the tidiest ass person on this fricking planet.  I swear. There wasnt a single spot in this room. It was as if you could lick the floor and your tongue would be cleaner than before…
after getting over my first shock i quickly grabbed my textbook and went straight back for the door. Not that anything i do could ever be straight but it would also never work out. I’m saying the ladder because Pete was calling out for me to stay and watch a movie…i couldn’t. no way i could even concentrate on watching the movie. I said yes anyway. Who on earth would i be to pass up that opportunity. We sat down on his bed and i wouldn’t dare to move. At some point he chuckled, put his arm around me and told me to relax. He pulled me in and i was pressed against his firm chest. It did relax me after all. All the streess from not knowing how shit works it all fell off. I even had the guts to look up just to find him staring right into my eyes.
Petes PoV
Those eyes. They were so much like the eyes of a love long gone. Not to be poetic it was unrequited high school love. A love that really got me through ups and downs and yet i never even talked to him. Michael James Way.
One of my friends from Highschool actually got accepted to the same university as me and I have to say it’s nice having someone who knows about Mikey, so I don’t have to explain everything from the very beginning over and over again…explain why i find this boy right here in my arms so very attractive.
I met Mikey on October 31th, when his best friend Frank brought him to the Halloween party of Gerard’s, that’s Mikey’s brother, friend. I think Frank knew him from the band they had back then, and it turned out Frank and Gerard have never met before either, but this isn’t their story.
Mikey came dressed as a vampire which really suited his pale skin, black usual eyeliner and straightened black hair. I loved it from the very moment he entered. He was a really awkward character. He stayed in one corner throughout the whole evening and if I hadn’t been interrupted and dragged elsewhere every single time I would’ve gone over there to talk to him. He didn’t drink anything that night though Frank and Gerard took off somewhere together completely shitfaced like one and a half hour into the party, doing god knows what. It should’ve have been illegal to look that lost and adorable. All I wanted to do throughout the whole thing was wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him warm. Back then that thought actually disturbed me, but I quickly came to the realization that being bisexual just opened up way more opportunities for me to find someone to love. Preferably Michael James Way. Over the weeks after the Party however it all came down to facing the fact that he definitely knew who I was but hated me. My “friends” didn’t even knew his name, nor did they acknowledge his very existence. Every time he was even slightly in the way he got pushed aside and when his friend tried to stand up for him it always ended with Mikey’s Glasses crashed on the ground and Frank in the infirmary. I regret nearly everything I did and didn’t do in Highschool except for losing my virginity twice if you know what I mean.
Whenever that friend of Gerard’s threw another Party I attended hoping to muster up the courage to talk to the one boy who kept ghosting around in my head every damn day until Graduation, but he never showed up to one. It’s hard to believe that I don’t even know what his voice sounds like… I just kept observing him whenever the situation was allowing it to not be creepy...
I just cant believe it’s going to happen all over again.
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also im in the hospital so i might get chapter 3 done aswell