I'm supposed to be writing for Quiet or Gentleman rn but I'm only in the mindset to be writing for certain fics and this is one of them, seeing as it's so easy to write for it and I'm eager to be kicking this into action.

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It turns out that Mikey Way isn't what Pete had expected him to be, in that sense that Pete had their hopes up that Mikey Way was the cute guy with the cute butt that Pete has been trying to gain the attention of and therefore impress. But no, that isn't Mikey Way ( which okay, was a little disappointing but Pete settles for anything) and instead, Mikey Way turns out to be blonde, lanky and consists of no butt ( never mind cute butt) at all.

Which by the way, Pete only found this all out that morning because their friends are a bunch of nosey little fuckers that can't stand not knowing everything about everyone. Pete has been cornered by Ryan until all of the details from this mysterious Mikey Way had been shaken out of them and then their little bundle of friends had flocked away in search for who the face behind the name was.

"I heard from Ashley who heard from Jenna that Mikey Way is the brother of the guy that frank is dating, y'know the one that nobody has ever seen before?"

"I told you that Frank isn't that desperate to make up a boyfriend!"Pete is shooting, their mouth full of peanut butter as they nudged Ryan roughly in the shoulder and making the honey eyed teenager slide against the table.

"He's a miniature Punk Greek God, I wouldn't think that he was lacking chicks and dicks."Ryan rolls his honey brown eyes, half of his body leaning over the picnic bench that's been nailed down to ten concrete it's situated on. The school had only gone to those measures after Frank Iero climbed on top of one and busted his ankle whenever it had toppled over.

"Look, anyway. Here's a picture of him."Dallon is shoving the phone into Petes face to show the them the photo that he had Jenna Bluetooth him.

"Of Mikey?"

"No! Of Franks boyfriend!"Dallon shows them both excitedly because frank has been droning on and on about a boyfriend that nobody has ever seen and one that he won't let anyone see either by the fact of it.

"Cute. Now show me his brother."Because Pete could care less of the cute dyed red haired guy in the picture that Dallon is showing them, the phone screen half the size of a credit card. Pete will admit, the guy is cute with his pale skin, bright red hair and cute button nose with hazel eyes. Although, he looks way too soft to be with someone as hard as Frank.

"I don't have a picture."Dallon shrugs his shoulders, taking another glance at the boy in the picture before showing his phone into his back pocket."Franks boyfriend is way more interesting than Mikey Way."

"He could be Petes next boyfriend."Ryan wink at Pete, the blush haven risen in Petes face and all the way to the tips of their ears.

"We don't even know each other. What is your obsession with hooking me up with dick? Do you have some sort of bet on how long it takes me to shag a guy?"

"The only bet Ryan has is how long until he'll fuck you."Dallon mumbles under his breath, a smirk glistening on his lips.

"What did you say?"Pete is glaring at a suddenly very cunning looking Dallon whose smirk quickly falls into a straight line and he straightens his back.

"I said, Ryan had bet Joe to see how many people he can get you to fuck because you fuck him."Which isn't a lie because it was something that Ryan and joe had made a drunk bet about one night when stumbling home from a free. It was no surprise that joe had a crush on Pete and Ryan just liked to gamble on the chances of Pete even going anywhere near Joe Trohman.

"To fuck joe?"

"Of course Joe!"Ryan's face is now the one that's heated red, traveling into his hairline and his honey brown eyes wide in embarrassment and shock. Dallon is snickering with laughter because he knows his best friend well enough to know all of Ryan's deepest darkest secrets and desires.

"I wouldn't touch that caveman with a stick, fuck off."

"Okay true, he needs a bit of a tidying up but he's not that bad! He's actually really fucking not!"Dallon exclaims rather loudly, happening to take the same classes as Joe Trohman and he isn't a bad guy. Sure, maybe he needs to tidy but a little and do something about his hair but he's pretty hot.

"Watch it, Dal. Your master might hear you."Ryan smirks, fully expecting the glare that he receives from Dallon followed by a mutter about how Dallon is his own person and he can make his own options in life.

"Dallon, you're dating the human carnation of the devil, anyone compared to who you're dating is a Saint. Ryan, suck my dick."Pete huffs and that's when Pete is grabbing their backpack and making a limp away from the door that leads from the outdoor lunch area and back into the canteen.

"I'll pick you up at 8! Dress nice!"

Ryan picks Pete up at 8:30, because the guy is the least reliable person when it comes to time management and Pete should expect that by now. Much to Petes surprise and love for, Ryan picks them up on the motorcycle that was once his dad's but is now Ryan's. it's not often that he likes to bring out but when he does it's always a great mode of transport.

The journey to the house party is filled with Pete hugging Ryan from behind in fear of dying from the speed that Ryan is traveling, and when they arrive Pete spends a good 10 minutes complaining about helmet hair until Ryan is rolling his eyes and leaving them stranded in the middle of the street.

"You look fine, stop worrying."

"Fine? Did you just say I look fine?!"Pete is nearly shrieking as they try and catch up to Ryan's speed walking, helmet tucked under his arm.

"What do you want me to say? That you look fuckable?"

"Yes, thank you."Pete beams, matching in front of Ryan up to the booming house, already feeling a lot more confident with their appearance. Dressing up nice isn't exactly a term used for house parties so Pete had opted for a pair of black skinny jeans and some sort of equally as black flannel which covered a further black t-shirt underneath. Trying to opt for colour was not in Petes department, seeing as half their wardrobe was black.

Ryan followed them up the stairs of the house, dumping his motorcycle helmet on a plotted plant at the front door, something that Pete does the same with their borrowed one.

"Ryan! Pete! You came!"They're both greeted through the booming music of late nighties tunes that the parties host seems to have favoured for the music for the evening. Frank is greeting them with a bottle of Petes favourite beer, shoving the glass bottle into Petes and Ryan's hands upon seeing.

"You know me so well."Pete says dreamily, almost cradling the bottle of beer to their chest.

"Of course I do, babe."Frank gives Pete a wink.

Frank isn't tall, a bit smaller than Pete by an inch or two but he makes up for it with personality and physical strength. His jet black hair is longing and combed back, the sleeves of his polo top cutting off mid bicep and exposing the litter of tattoos that are already starting to gather on his arms, working his way up with a sleeve.

"Where's Dallon?"Frank frowns, peering around the two in search for the taller teenager, haven went out of his way to get Dallon his favourite beverage seeing as he was normally the designated driver.

"Didn't come. Breezy probably has him drowning puppies so she can make herself a fur coat of dogs."Ryan informs with a scrunched up face because it was no secret that Ryan and Pete had a hatred for Dallons girlfriend. They've tried their best to be friendly but you just can't with her.

"She ain't that bad, fellas. Oh wait- guys, I have somebody I'd like yous to meet."Frank is waving somebody over and Pete is soon recognising the person to be from the photograph that Dallon has shoved in their face that lunch of Franks boyfriend. His face is flushed red, from embarrassment or heat their not sure and he's much noticeably taller than frank."This is gee, my boyfriend. Gee, this is Ryan and Pete."

"Hi,"Gee murmurs, leaning into Frank who wraps his arm around Gees waist. Pete can't help but to smile at the way that Gee and Frank seem to fit so well together and secretly, they're a little but jealous.

The night is a spiral of alcohol and music that Pete is getting themselves dragged into, enjoying the night even though that they've lost Ryan, Frank and Gee about an hour ago. Pete is a social butterfly in situations like this, mingling as best as they can in and from the kitchen and the rest of the house.

"Shit! Sorry!"Pete is apologising, trying to rub away at the alcohol that they've spilt on the strangers t-shirt.

"Don't apologise. I've had worse things split on me."

"You and me both."Pete is laughing.

"You can stop rubbing my chest now."The stranger is chuckling, not sounding unfriendly as he tells Pete.

"I don't know, it feels like a pretty good chest to me."Pete can't help but to let a smirk come into their lips, finding themselves looking up at the stranger who seems to be way more taller than Pete had intended. Not as tall as Dallon, but of courses he's taller than most of the nation but about the same height or more so than Ryan.

"I'm Mikey Way."

"So you're Mikey Way."Pete draws out, blinking at him as they run a hand through their hair in some sort of odd attempt of making themselves look more presentable now that they're face to face with Mikey Way who Pete finds oddly attractive.

"I'm going to take it that you're Pete?"

"Well I'm not exactly renown for rubbing strangers chests."

"Fair enough. Can I buy you a drink?"

"It's free drink."

"Can I offer you some weed?"Mikey tries instead, looking more hopeful as he pulls out a baggy from the front pocket of his jeans and holding it to Petes eyelevel and Pete swears that they have fallen hard already, too hard and too fast.

"Off to a good start already."

Another chapter on it's way soon!

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