unknown number // petekey

seventy five

"I want to earn that trust, though." Pete sounded eager, and he internally cursed himself for sounding like a puppy. Mikey looked confused.

"Why? After all of this, why?"

"Because I-" Mikey's phone rang, interrupting him. Pete felt slightly relieved. Mikey squinted at his phone.

"I have to go- it is my brother." Mikey explained, standing up. His phone rang again, and he winced. Mikey turned around to leave, and Pete kept forward, grabbing Mikey's wrist. Mikey winced, and ripped his arm away.

"Wait! Can you let me try?" Pete asked. Mikey was silent, and turned to face him.
"Okay."

Pete smiled. "Same place, tomorrow? Noon, maybe?" His heart was thudding until Mikey nodded.

"Tomorrow. Noon." Mikey repeated, turned around, and walked away.