Better Off As Lovers | Petekey AU

Mikey Way Is Going To End Up Stabbing Someone If One More Person Fucks Up

"Who knows, someone stupid?" Patrick shrugged. "Give me your cup." Patrick. Grabbed Andy's coffee cup, making Andy sigh and allow his cup to be taken once more.

Joe took a bite of his eggs. "What about Mikey?"

"Crushed? I don't know, I haven't seen him today. Probably will. Tomorrow, though," Patrick rubbed his face. "I don't know why Pete was this stupid to do this. Shit, I mean, he didn't do this with Gabe! And they were fucking crazy together."

"But that wasn't love - that was just fucking. Maybe Pete's too overwhelmed with love," Andy said, grabbing a new cup.

Joe laughed, standing up from the table. "Sounds like Pete."

- - -

"And the fucking Sharpie messages!" Mikey whined, his body underneath several blankets. Frank blew cigarette smoke out of his mouth, folding his legs underneath himself. He watched as Mikey laid crying on Gerard's bed. "He said he loved me! If he loves me so much as to snort cocaine, then he can just let me go."

"Alright, buddy, alright," Frank said, patting Mikey's back. They'd probably been on the bed for several hours now, Mikey's emotions now getting the best of him.

"Still talking about the asshole?" Gerard asked, sitting down beside Frank and grabbing his cigarette. Frank nodded, pointing to his boyfriend's brother. "I'll kick his ass later."

"No! I mean, yeah - but no!" Mikey poked his head out of his blanket burrito. "Maybe it was a little relapse, you know, maybe he still loves me."

Gerard held Frank's cigarette in his fingers, looking at his younger sibling.

"You're right, Mikey," Frank cut in before Gerard could, "talk to him tomorrow, okay? It'll be alright."

And Frank couldn't have told a bigger or fatter lie.

- - -

"Mr. Way?" the teacher's voice cut into Mikey's skull. He raised his head from the desk.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Please pay attention, or it's detention for you."

Mikey sighed, watching as the teacher wrote English analogies on the white board. He'd barely slept the night before, mostly worrying about his boyfriend.

Could Pete still be considered his boyfriend?

Lovers?

Ex-friends?

Mikey didn't know, he didn't really care either. He hadn't seen Pete all day, granted it was only third period. But most of the time, Pete Wentz was already patrolling the halls, girls running after him and his stupid, stupid eyeliner. Mikey hadn't ever been this investing in anyone before. He was losing it, maybe more than Pete was.

Him and Pete were no power couple. They both had incredible problems, most of them involving narcotics or instability. But Mikey found pride in having the attention of Pete Wentz. At least he did, until the same Pete Wentz got high and i stable at a stupid teenage party.

"You look like you're crashing," a voice whispered beside him, "but you're no wave."

Mikey looked over to see Brendon Urie sat in the desk beside him. Mikey rolled his eyes.

"Seen Pete today?" Mikey whispered back, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Nah. But I saw Patrick in the bathroom last period, so maybe he knows," Brendon answered, making Mikey sigh once again and turn his eyes back to the board.

- - -

"Eat your fucking apple," Joe said, pushing the red fruit towards Mikey at the lunch table. The younger Way brother has been moping around for the past fifteen minutes and it was pissing Joe off.

"Pushy much?" Mikey asked, taking a bite of the apple. He watched as Frank slid i. The seat next to Mikey, his hair sticking to his neck. "Tell me you weren't just with my brother."

"Maybe," Frank giggled, opening his water bottle. Mikey took another bite of the apple, watching as Gerard sat across the table, next to Joe and Ray.

"Maybe what?" Gerard asked, pushing his red hair out of his face.

"Maybe I just fucked you," Frank replied, "and maybe I didn't."

"Frank!"

"What? Ray's walked in on us before!"

Ray looked up from his hamburger. "Yeah, and it fucking scarred me!"

"Holy fuck, you guys wouldn't believe the amount of effort put into taking a shit while high," a voice cut into the rest of guys'.

And it was Pete fucking Wentz.

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a/n : kinda a filler chapter, i don't know. in the next chapter, crap is going DOWN. speaking of that, it should be up soon. anyways, all of your comments make my day and i appreciate every vote, view, and genius comment. seriously, you guys are the bomb.com. also, i kinda want to make a frerard fic but idk about it, so don't get your hopes up too too high.

- ash