Mikey woke up in a stranger's backyard, his nose breathing in the smell of weed and alcohol. He looked down, and Pete's head was no longer on his lap, making him groan and run his hand through his messy brown hair.
"Rough night?" a voice asked. Mikey sat up and turned his head to see a familiar afro.
"Have you seen Pete?" Mikey asked, his voice rough from the previous night's crying. Ray laughed a bit.
"In the street," he said. Mikey's eyes widened. "Puking his stomach up. Not dead or anything."
"Asshole," Mikey grumbled, standing up. "Whose house is this?"
"Some kid names Brent's? I don't know, but we have to go because he's getting pissed at you sleeping in his backyard."
"Awesome."
- - -
"Patty - Patty, take me home. No, no take me to your house. My mom would kill me," Pete said, grabbing Patrick's shoulders. Patrick frowned, opening the driver's side door of his car.
"Cocaine, Pete."
"Patty - "
"Were you thinking about anyone else? About last year? And I thought those pills were bad," Patrick mumbled, starting the engine. Pete sighed, leaning against the open car door.
"I'll just crash there for - "
"Get in the fucking car and if you have to puke, roll the window down."
- - -
"Where is he now?" Gerard asked, sipping from his dumb Star Wars mug. Did he ever wash that thing?
"Hell if I know. Probably snorting something off Ryan's butt."
"Mikey - "
"Pills, weed, cocaine."
Mikey slipped on his pajama pants and grabbed a pancake from the enormous stack that Gerard had made. He started walking towards his bedroom and away from his brother.
"So what're you gonna do?"
"Skip school today, just like basically the whole school, and go back tomorrow and see if Pete still likes me or is fucking Gabe Sportsbra in the butt."
Gerard shrugged. "Fine, but we're finishing The X-Files today."
- - -
"Was it good?"
"More like a confused puppy trying to figure out how to work out how it's penis works," Andy said in a monotone voice, stabbing Joe's eggs with a fork, frowning at him. Joe ignored the vegan's frowns.
"That bad?" Joe complained, frowning.
"What - did you it expect it to be good?"
"I constantly thank God for giving my parents jobs that require them being out of town!" Patrick's voice rang through the house. He entered the kitchen with Pete holding onto his right arm. Pete rubbed his face.
"Shut the fuck up, stop yelling," he whined, grabbing Andy's coffee cup. "Is this just black coffee?"
Andy nodded, grabbing his cup back as he watched Pete make his way down to Patrick's basement.
Joe looked at Patrick. "What, uh, what was it this time?"
Patrick sat down next to Andy and ran a hand through his hair. "Probably some pills, and he reeks of weed - bad stuff at that - and..." Patrick paused "cocaine."
"Like - the real stuff?" Joe asked, making Andy roll his eyes.
"Is there a fake kind, idiot?"
"You know what I mean! I heard it was there, but I didn't know if it was legit stuff." Joe turned his attention to Patrick once more. "Who brought it?"
"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