8 Long Months
Title: 8 Long Months
Rating: PG-13
POV: First, Pete's
Pairing: Pete/William, William/Gabe [implied Pete/Travis, Pete/Patrick]
Summery: Pete takes a Young Musician amd Writer's Courses, not expecting to have his heart quickly stolen by the new guy
Disclaimer: you know the drill....i only own Miss Farinella, well no, she owns herself. dont own boys!
A/N: a 30 minute writing challange i wrote for smoochez91 last year. she wanted a fic loosely based on 'Misery Business'
Let me take it from the top. The date was September 4th; I decided that I was going to join this young musician and writer’s course at my school. I didn’t listen to my heart when he said to me ‘You know, Pete, this isn’t like when you were sitting at your computer, spitting out poetic words and claiming them as structured songs’. I wish I did listen.
"Welcome Class to Musicianship 101" a young teacher, about 24, stood there, looking around at the students "Im your Professor, Miss Farinella". She seems cool, better then those old bags I’ve had in the past; at least she looks like she still knows what band Sonny Moore was once in before he went suck solo. It wasn’t until I was on my course work on the stanza of a acoustic song when he walked in. it was like those time warped effects, that my head literally turned on its own, just to get a glimpse of long legs and an ass.
"God damn…" I whispered to myself as he sat next to me on my left side. I need some air.
"Are you okay, Mr.…uh?"
"Wentz. Pete Wentz…and yeah, im fine Miss Farinella, I just got short winded"
"Okay, there’s water in the cooler if you need a drink"
"Thanks" she went on to telling us that we needed name tags for the first week so she could learn names faster and I found that to be the most kindergarten idea, until I heard the excited squeak come from tall glass of wine’s direction. I chuckled at my lame attempt to rename him something sexy and he glances over. It was only for a second, but I seen it from the corner of my eye and im going to hold on to that moment for a while longer before the markers come. I can do this on my own, I mean, if only I can burn *stop being a pussy Pete and talk to him before he becomes off limits* across my ass, I would. I don’t know anyone in this class, besides Tony Lovato, Mike Carden and Mike Chislett and…oh great, Gabe Saporta just strolled in; coke glass shaped, looking more like a tacky alarm clock…here we go.
"Sir…what is your name?" Miss Farinella asked and he gave her a *Saporta once over* [he gives this look to anyone that is female and attractive, he’s once-overed my mom a few times] then popped the lollypop out of his mouth
"Gabe Saporta, baby cakes…and you are?"
"Your teacher, Mr. Saporta. Off with the yellow hat, headphones, get your feet off the desk and remove the offensive purple hoodie…stay a while"
"My pants are offensive, should I remove them as well?" Okay, as much as I hate Gabrial Edwardo Saporta, that shit was funny. Apparently tall glass found it funny too and giggled along with the rest of the students. Well, from what I gathered from that laugh, he’s got a high-ish voice. Would they just pass the paper and damn markers so I can know what this kids name is?
"Well well well. Little Petey, what a shock." Gabe turned around, since he decided to sit right in front of me, his big head blocking the board "you look good, when did you become hot?" he observed and I rolled my eyes
"I’ve always been hot…whores don’t usually notice"
"Touché. But im far from a whore, my dear" Gabe raised his eyebrow, then looked at my eye candy, a wide smile spread across his face and I think my breathing slowed. Gabes hand reached the middle of his desk and he looked up "Hola, me llamo Gabriel, y tu?"
I didn’t know how it happened, but everything around me went into slow-motion and then fast forward, and all I heard was "sure, ill tutor you in ananomy" come from tall glass’s mouth and then that whirlwind I was feeling paused and the contents from my tense stomach came up….all over Gabe and his tacky purple hoodie.
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"Its not so bad, Pete…I mean, it could have been worse" Tony assured me, as I pulled my shirt off in the bathroom and ran the bottom of it under the warm water "you could have threw up on William..."
"Who’s William?" I asked, looking at my eyes, that were puffy and red from the over done eyeliner and my puking.
"The new kid that sits next to you, he had that ‘Ramones’ tee-shirt on"
"He’s William?!" I said overjoyed yet hazy to him and he nodded. William, now that’s a name I don’t mind moaning at night "but back to the matter at hand, were you paying attention to me when this happened?"
"Well, how could I not? As soon as Gabe walked in, I said to Chislett that there was going to be a big show and we watched as Gabe talked to you then moved on to William, which your face went pale, like he was making a move on Travis or something-OH MY GOD! YOU LIKE WILLIAM, DON’T YOU?!?!"
"Shush! Damn you Lovato, you wanna let the whole school know?" I muttered as I wringed out my shirt and held it under the hand dryer.
"You like his legs, don’t you?" Tony raised an eyebrow "I know how you like your men, any race with long legs…but that doesn’t explain Patrick though"
"Leave it be…I thought I had some kind of ‘mine factor’ on William, guess not, since Gabe’s got him by the cock"
"Well, aren’t you and Travie still…I wouldn’t say Dating, but messing around?" when I shook my head, he knew "Oh…that clears up the whole *sits far away from each other in lunchroom* idea" Tony nodded his head as I slipped my shirt back over my head, but noticed that it was bigger in the area where it was dried and I whipped it back over my head
"Gimme one of your shirts…this one is ruined until I get home" was all I said and he pulled one off him
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I considered giving up on William. He’s been nothing but love sick this whole time, being all smiles with me and sharing everything, telling me about how much of a gentleman Gabe is and all that trash. Note to sick puppy. I DON’T CARE ABOUT HIM, ITS YOU I CARE ABOUT! But today, April 4, made me think that I could be the one thing he needs. I sat there, looking, more like glaring at his empty seat next to me, wondering where he was. He never missed a day of school yet and today isn’t a special day or anything, but it’s a day that im here, that’s when he came in, hair straightened over his face, red shirt, light jeans with the rips in them, converses, basically the outfit that I complimented that he looked amazing in, but something was different, he was wearing his glasses and his eyes were red. He’d been crying.
"William….what hap-"
"You know…Gabe wasn’t all that great" he muttered, voice thick with emotion and I nodded, grabbing his hand for reassurance and he looked up at me and smiled, squeezing firmly.
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its been weeks later and im still in a hazy dream, being the comfort William wants in his life for once, I made some of his hopes come true and it feels like my job is done. Thank god for refusing to be the same…and for shoving it back in Gabe’s sorry little face. It feels good.