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"So let me get this straight. We're all a band that tours for money, but we're losing our drummer," He stops talking to point at Andy, "because he's going to college?"

"Yeah, pretty much," I say, looking at Joe, who's got his head in his hands. Every day is a step closer to Andy leaving.

"We graduate tomorrow, and you are the valedictorian at West?" Pete asks, furrowing his eyebrows. I nod. "So who's East's?"

"You are, Pete," Joe sighs. We've had to explain this to him five times already. Really, Joe should be impatient with me, not Pete. Pete didn't do anything to deserve losing his memory.

"Huh," Pete states before shrugging it off. "You," He points at me, "are we a thing? Because you're a really good kisser, and you're so fucking hot," I feel my cheeks burning, making Andy laugh.

"Peter, you're making him blush," Andy points out. Pete just shrugs.

"Just makes him cuter," Pete stares at me before his gaze drops to my lips.

"We're gonna jet before he fucks you in front of us," Andy says awkwardly, grabbing Joe's hand.

"Hey, I top!" I call out as they get to the door. Joe turns around with a mock look of disgust.

"Okay, I love you and all, but way too much information, man," before they're out the door without a look back. Pete inches closer to me.

"You realise that because I lost my memory, I don't know what you fucking me feels like," Pete says, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Holy smokes," I whisper before he kisses me, pushing me back on the couch. His shirt is lost in the process. Somehow he gets my hands pinned above my head, pulling away to look at me.

"You look good at this angle too?" He asks, shaking his head. "So not possible with anyone else,"

"Wanna know another angle I look good at?" I ask, making him nod eagerly. "This one," I say before flipping us so I'm on top.

"Okay, I so didn't think you could get any hotter, but you've proved me wrong again," Pete says before leaning up to kiss me. "Now are you going to fuck me before I come in my jeans like a fourteen year old?"

"Definitely," I say before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He reattaches our lips, making it harder for me to see. "Pete, if you want me to fuck you, getting your pants off is a necessity," He nods his head and breaks away as I finally pull his pants down.

"You have too many clothes on," He complains, and I roll my eyes, unbuttoning my short sleeve button-up. To speed up the process, he tries to help but only succeeds in slowing me down. He gets frustrated and rips the last two buttons. The shirt hangs loosely at my sides.

"Aw, come on, Pete! That was my favourite shirt!" I whine. He runs his hands down my abdomen before slipping the shirt off of my shoulders.

"Why don't you let me make it up to you?" He whispers, reaching down to unbuckle my own belt.

"Fuck, Pete," I groan as he gets a hand down my pants.

"You haven't seen anything yet, baby,"

I wake up about eight hours later, looking at the time. We have to be at the Chicago Convention Center in about three hours, and Pete's out like a light.

"Pete," I say, poking his cheek. He stirs but doesn't wake up. "Pete," I say louder.

He turns over, groaning, "Five more minutes, 'Ricky," I sigh, but then I remember what he just said.

"Pete, Pete!" I scream. "Wake the fuck up, Pete!" Pete groans again but sits up nonetheless.

"Holy fucking shit, what?" He blinks tiredly at me.

"Pete, you just called me 'Ricky!" I yell, making him huff.

"I call you that all the time, Pattycakes," His eyes widen. "Oh my gosh, Patrick!" He gets it now.

"What's the last thing you remember before the hospital?" I ask, hoping that he has his memory back.

"I remember you kissing me, Elisa catching us, you getting pissed and pushing me into a wall, then you taking off your shirt. Then I woke up," He smirks when he says something about my shirt off, running his hands up my ribs.

"You're back to normal!" I exclaim, pulling him in for a hug.

"Can I kiss you now?" He pulls away, smiling. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, sure," He leans in and kisses my stomach instead of my lips. "What are you doing, Pete?" I gasp as him tongue comes in contact with my skin.

"Shut up," He mumbles against me before licking the skin above my sweats.

"Pete," I moan, making him look up at me.

"I'm going to blow you," I know it's not a question by the look in his eyes.

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"Holy shit, this is really happening," I roll my eyes at Pete's statement.

"Don't do that. You can't swear in front of all of these people, Peter," I look in the mirror, trying to fix my bow tie.

"I can't believe you dyed your hair brown," Pete says, kind of complaining. "The blue was so fucking hot,"

"Calm down, Wentz. Maybe I'll dye it back after graduation. I just thought that it would be inappropriate for the valedictorian of West to have blue hair," I explain. Pete steals a kiss.

"I'd tell everyone that didn't like it to fuck off, baby," Pete whispers in my ear before pulling back to fix his own tie.

"You have your speech?" I ask Pete, making sure that there are no catastrophes when we hit the stage. As soon as graduation is over, the band is performing for the after party.

"Yeah, all here and typed out on your stupid yellow copy paper," He pulls it out of his suit pants pocket.

"Fuck you," I say, but there's no heat behind it.

"Now I'd like to welcome our valedictorians to the stage. From West Chicago High, please welcome Patrick Stumph to the stage!" The governor says, making me check my hair once more before rushing onto the stage.

I wave at Andy and Joe, who, even though they're from different schools, managed to sit next to each other, hands mashed together. "Welcome Peter Wentz from East Chicago High!" Pete walks on stage and stands next to me, grabbing my hand. My eyes widen, but the crowd doesn't seem to mind.

The governor walks off the stage, and that's Pete's cue. He takes one look at me before going to the podium.

"Well, this is the first day of the rest of our lives, right?" He pauses to hear some laughs. "I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to miss my best friend, some of my teachers, the feel of just being in high school. I know I'm going to miss it. Fortunately, I'm lucky enough to tour with my boyfriend.

"Even through thick and thin, the class of 2015 stuck with me. East and West. They stuck with me when I became 'famous' and didn't treat me any different. To me, that's all you really need in life. Friends that love you. I love you guys. Thanks for coming out, and stick around, will ya? My band's going to play!" The crowd is tearing up from Pete's speech, and I wipe my eyes before I go up.

"How do I follow that?" The crowd laughs. There's a good five hundred people out there. "I guess I'll have to give it a try," I turn to look at Pete. "If it weren't for high school, I'd have never met that goofball. Or those goofballs," I point at Andy and Joe.

"I'd have never met the people that made my life amazing. I'd also have never met those people that made my life not so amazing, but, well, we'll bring that up later," The crowd erupts in laughter. "Really, high school was a great experience for me. I wish I could say that for everyone out there, but I know I can't. Thank you to everyone that made this experience worth it. I love you guys," And then I stood by Pete again. I was the one to lock our hands this time.

"Patrick, we just graduated," Pete says.

"I know, goofball," I kiss his nose. "I know," I whisper.

"Stick around, folks. Fall Out Boy takes the stage for their last show with drummer Andy Hurley," The governor says. Somewhere, way back in my mind, I know that's not true.