will u do 3 for pikey (or literally anything for pikey p much but mostly 3 help)
#3: teacher/student au
There was a collective groan as Mr Wentz scribbled in his chicken scratch on the whiteboard the words in the largest writing he could muster, 'Big Ass Test.'
He turned back around and grinned, looking all too pleased with himself as he bundled a stack of papers he'd just printed out from the staff room in a hurry. So what he might have forgotten to plan the lesson last night? His band had been playing in town and after stumbling home at 3am, lesson planning was not his biggest worry.
The younger Way, one of two (the other kind of shut in and creepy), gave Mr Wentz a look half way between dread and anger when he passed him the paper.
Mr Wentz laughed once, sharply, "C'mon Mikey. Don't look too bad. You're good at these surprise tests."
Mikey just stared at the paper, "Only because you do one every time you get too drunk to actually make us do something constructive. I know the way you work by this point."
Mr Wentz straightened up.
Well.
He had a point.
~*~
When Mr Wentz was pushing open the fire exit door, Mikey was already outside smoking. Not with his older brother for once.
"You probably shouldn't be out here. You know it's against school rules to smoke on the premises. You're, what, sixteen?"Â
Mikey shrugged and pulled his beanie down over his ears more, "Like you care..." He paused, "Sir."
Mr Wentz wrinkled his nose and sat down on the piping Mikey was perched on, "Gross. I told you. Either Mr Wentz or Pete. Even then Mr Wentz makes me sound old and weird."
Mikey gave him a once over, "So...everything you already are?"
Pete grinned, "So how did you know I was out last night?" He reached over and plucked the cigarette from Mikey's bony fingers, not really one for smoking himself but he might as well if he as gonna be out here for his break. Usually he just came out here to drink coffee and get away from the teacher's lounge.
Mikey smirked and glanced up at Pete, "Me and Gee, my brother, just go see bands a lot. I didn't actually realise you played in Arma. You were...okay. I guess. You're kind of a shitty vocalist."
Pete nodded, "Yeah. I know. But, I'm still a good bassist right? And teacher?"
Mikey took back his cigarette, flicking the ash into the guttering beneath them, "I'm not sure you want me to answer that right now."
Pete whistled, "Wow. Stone cold. Maybe you should come hear me play another time. I'll practice a bit better."
Mikey pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and cocked his head, as if he was trying to take Pete's expression in, "So you're asking teenage students on dates now?"
Pete shrugged, "No. Not really." He was quiet for a moment, "Only you. Actually."
Mikey raised an eyebrow and rubbed at his jaw, "You sure you're not just some teacher that preys every year on beautiful young boys like me. Like, oh Jimmy I see you need some tutoring, then you get your dick out."
Pete had to laugh at that, "I've only been teaching two years, and that's only so I can pay for all the stuff my band needs. Promise I'm not gonna kidnap you. Or get my dick out." He pressed his finger against his chest and drew a cross.
Mikey sighed, "Yeah alright then. Mr Wentz."
