The Fast Times

Andy knocked on the fogging window, "What the hell are you guys doing sucking face so hard? Makin' babies?"

Pete groaned as Nancy broke their heavy kiss to giggle. He unlocked the car doors, sitting straight in his seat. Andy slipped in, "Whoa! It's hot in here! Did I interrupt the making of future Wentz children?"

Pete flipped his friend off while Nancy giggled and blushed. Pete drove off while Andy kept asking what was going on, "You guys an item now? Beauty and the Punk Rock Beast?"

"Andy, shut up before I pull over and make ya ass walk."

Andy laughed, "I'm jokin', Wentz! Calm down!"

"Me and Pete were just...messing around," Nancy said, placing her hand on Pete's thigh, rubbing gently over the soft fabric of his sweats.

Pete jumped slightly and smiled. "Yeah, so mind your business."

Andy gave a roll to his eyes that they missed, "Whatever. As long as you don't burn my eyes with car sex I'm good with whatever the hell you do."

It was a quiet moment of silence before Andy noticed Pete's head. "Holy shit! Your old man finally did it? He got hedge clippers and tied you to a chair?!"

Nancy cocked a brow, while Pete shook his head, "I did this, he wouldn't get off my ass."

"You look clean and I don't know how I feel about that," Andy gave a mocking pout.

Pete smiled, "I'm just as sad as you are, Hurley."

Pete got to Chris' and honked, as usual, Nick and Chris hurried to the car. As they got in, their jaws dropped at the sight of Pete's dread-less head.

"He did it?!" Nick asked, "Like, he wasn't fucking kidding! He shaved you?!"

"No! And stop yelling," Pete snapped, "I did this. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Coz those locks have been your life for like 4 years!" Chris exclaimed.

"You lost your boyhood in those dreads, man," Nick smiled.

"My boyhood?"

"You know, you fucked that weird chick Zoe or whatever."

Nancy laughed softly, causing Pete to blush hard, "Shut the hell up or ya all walkin'."

His friends immediately sat back, keeping their hearty laughs to themselves. Nancy kept up a smirk, shaking her head. Pete wasn't sure what to make of it, he was afraid he had totally lost a chance with her.

The drive to school continued as normal. They piled out, Nancy followed last, tugging Pete's hand to stand back with her. He gave her a confused look, but quickly said, "Nick was joking, Cy--"

"Hey, I'm not a virgin either, so don't worry. I'm not gonna ride you for doing it with a weird girl. I'm a weird girl too."

Pete's worry shot away; he smiled, "I think that's why I like you."

"Hmm, I think that's why I like you. You're a little weird and you're quite the gentleman and super adorable."

Pete couldn't help the grin. He was caught off guard when Nancy kissed him, but quickly kissed her back. He felt like he could melt onto the side walk.

Nancy couldn't help but to kiss him. He was the most attractive boy she ever got to talk to, and it wasn't just his looks. There was more to him than just the silly smile and the goofy jokes.

They parted, smiling at one another. Nancy interlaced their fingers and went into school.

It was a sight for sore eyes; it was the weirdest sight. A pretty girl tugging around a weird boy in baggy clothing. Nancy didn't seem to notice people staring, but Pete did and it made him nervous. He kept his head down, watching his and Nancy's hands swing lowly in sync. All he thought was: How'd the fuck did I get so lucky?

At her locker, she gave Pete a quick kiss before going off to her first class. He was nearly floating on air, until Chip brought him back down to earth with a shove against the lockers. He grunted, "The fuck?!"

Chip growled like an animal, "The hell was that? Nancy Durden's kissing you?" He spoke in a disbelief tone.

"Yeah?" Pete straight his sweatshirt out, "What of it?"

"You serious, Wentz? That little Junior is nowhere near your status! You may be a Senior, but hittin' a younger, more popular girl is way out of your fucking league. You're out of your class, Wentz, so back the fuck up. Stick to emo freshmen."

Again, Chip shoved Pete, who took it without flinching. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at Chip until Chip strolled away. Pete's jaw set tight and he balled his fist; he held back releasing his anger out on Chip, he couldn't be suspended, his dad would kill him. Instead, he went to class and tried to focus, reading every formula slowly and diligently. Math made no sense and it was easily giving his mind an escape.


Nancy was trapped by her former friends in the Girl's Room. She was against the sink as each girl gave their own opinion as to why she was stooping so low to be with of all people, Pete Wentz. Nancy chose not to hear or listen to them, she was too busy humming a song by the Smiths and biting a hangnail off her pinky finger.

"...are you even listening?" Erin -her former best friend- snapped, shaking her dark red hair back.

"No," Nancy answered, "and I don't think I care what you think. I like Pete."

"You're such an idiot," Erin retorted. "He's bad news."

"Everyone likes bad news," she smirked, "makes them feel better about their lives. If he's bad news, so am I."

"You're a bitch!" Erin shot back.

Nancy, who managed to push her way towards the exit, turned, "Yeah, I know. Bite me."

Her former friends all made faces as Nancy walked out and headed to the cafeteria.

She, Pete, Andy, Nick and Chris had lunch as usual, except with the exception of Pete and Nancy giving each other kisses. Chris would make fake gagging noises and Nick would throw fries at them each time. Andy seemed indifferent; he was still fascinated with the fact Pete had willingly shaved his own head. They were cool about them being a couple, it was new and didn't seem to mess anything up as far as they could tell. They had already accepted Nancy as one of their own.


Pete has PE as his last period of the day. He simply put his gm clothes over gray sweats and his sweatshirt and did laps inside the gym with Andy. They were given the option to play basketball or jog laps; they picked laps because they knew they wouldn't be able to play a fair game with Chip and his jock friends.

As they walked, towards the end of the period, they talked. Andy and Pete talked about bands and other things. The hot topic was Andy going to get a tattoo that weekend, his second. Pete wanted one too; "I want something cool."

Andy chuckled, "Why don't we get matching straight edge tats?"

Pete grinned, "Fuck yeah, man! It'll be better than the fucking X I made Freshman year."

"Keep it on the low," Andy said softly, "this guy doesn't want to get busted for tattooing minors."

"I'm 17, dude, you're the one who's 16. I can legally do this next year, I think I can wait if he doesn't want to do a minor."

Andy smiled, "I'm fucking around, you know. But seriously, we can't brag about this guy. Okay?"

"Lips are sealed, brotha," Pete mimed a zipped to his lips.

"I trust you."

Before Pete could say anything else, he felt this sharp, alarming pain to his face and then he fell, hitting the back of his head on the gym court floor. A whistle blew and he swore he saw white birds flying in front of his face. Andy was knelt down beside him, "Yo, Pete! Pete, you okay?"

"What the fuck was that?" He groaned.

"Chip threw a basketball at you," Andy said regrettably.

"Fuck," he touched the bridge of his nose, "am I bleeding?"

Andy saw blood pouring right then, out of Pete's nose. He growled and stood up, hearing Chip laugh with his buddies. Their gym teacher was rushing to Pete's aid and didn't pay attention to Andy or Chip and his friends.

Chip smirked as Andy walked up, "What--"

That's all he could get out before Andy attacked. He was like a rabid dog in heat. He was pounding his fist hard against Chips thick, chiseled jaw. The jocks and other students were all shocked; girls cried out, some underdogs cheered, and the jocks were stuck. It took them all to yank Andy off of Chip. Andy wouldn't give up, even with a bruised and bloody (Chip's blood) hand.

"Hurley!" Their gym teacher blew her whistle, "Get your ass up to the principle's office! Take Wentz to the nurse first!"

Pete was dizzy and holding a clean towel to his face. Andy calmed a moment once he was told to take Pete to the nurse. He wrapped his arm around Pete's waist, Pete put his arm around Andy's shoulders, and headed out to the front offices.

"Thanks," Pete said, voice muffled by the towel.

"No one fucks with my friends and gets away with it."

That sentence alone caused Pete to tear up, but he blamed the tears on the stinging pain of bloody nose. Andy took it as that, not questioning his friend's pain. It didn't matter to him, he would do it all again because Pete is his friend, and what are friends for than to stick up for in fights?