4/7/05

Bitten lips

A/N heyyy, so I have really been relating to PW lately- his 'thing' with Mikey Way really makes me reminisce on a 'thing' I had with a girl, unrequited love all that stuff. So basically this is kinda my story told through Petekey fluff.. Anyway thanks for listening to my ted talk;

Light flickered over the mousy blonde ends that peeked under his beanie. His mouth was small and perfectly shaped. I pervertedly questioned for a moment the way those lips would feel on my own. I had a hankering for guys in black, unafraid of eyeliner.

"Here you go" Patrick passed a can into my hand, making me jump.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, the camp chair slipping from underneath me

Mikey looked up at me, breaking from his conversation with Frank

Patrick laughed "wow, sorry I didn't think I'd scare you getting that drink you asked me for?"

Mikey and Frank joined in laughing at me, thank god it was fucking dark because my cheeks were burning.

" I just got caught up looking at the fire.." I lied

"Hmm, looked to me like you were staring at someone but whatever" Patrick shrugged and sat down smugly

The silence was deafening.

"Don't worry Pete, I get that a lot" Frank winked, managing to conjure a smile out of me. I was glad that his cheeky fuckery was put to a stop when Gerard hovered above him, Frank instantly leaping out of his chair so that he could give Gerard his seat and sit in his lap.

Frank was sexy but he wasn't the one I had thought of a hundred ways to touch whilst looking into the darkness in my bunk. It was also pretty obvious that something more than just friendship was going on between him and Gerard.

Mikey kind of reminded me of Patrick. I just wanted to bring what was on their insides out, so the rest of the world could revel in their greatness. I find the quiet ones the most interesting.

"Are you gonna talk to him?" Patrick muttered, leaning into my shoulder

i nodded and took a deep breath as I peeled my eyes away from the fire

"I like your shirt!" I let out a little too eagerly

Mikey had been looking at his phone when he looked up, surprised to see that I was talking to him

"Thanks, it was Gee's but it shrunk so I claimed it as my own" he said, his smile catching me off guard

I laughed way to much before I chugged down more than half of my drink

"I like your shirt too, where's it from?" He asked making me look down to remember what shirt I had put on that day

"That's one of Pete's from his clothing brand Clandestine" Patrick smiled, nodding in my direction

"Oh that's sick dude!" Mikey gleamed, he was so much more than the quiet kid everyone always initially thought.

*

Time had passed and one too many drinks and cigarettes had been consumed by both bands. Andy had gone to bed early, Patrick was sharing an earphone with Bob and Gerard and Frank had gone missing. The rest laughed and talked around the fire, way too comfortably as bodies slumped half out of chairs whilst some sat on the dirty ground.

Mikey and I had somehow ended up lying on our stomaches side by side, propping our heads up with a bent arm.

I watched as he brought cigarette after cigarette to those lips. How I envied those butts sitting in his warm breath.