Pairing: Pete/Joe; ~6000 words
Notes: Future!fic, so a disclaimer is unnecessary, yes? Clearly I am not clairvoyant. Thanks to clumsygyrl for running this awesome bandslash_usa challenge; to stonedtodeath, o4fuxache, and lovelypoet, all of whom let me babble about this thing incessantly; and to schuyler for being by bestest beta, once again. This was so self-indulgent, I can't even express. Thanks for putting up with me.
Summary: "Doesn't anyone think it's bizarre that you're a twenty-six year old freshman?" Pete bites out, arms crossed in front of him.
"Doesn't anyone think its bizarre that you're thirty-one and still spending your free time designing hoodies with thumb holes?" he replies with a shrug and Pete stomps into the bedroom and slams the door.