Pete giggles as he drags Mikey along by the hand, saying it's a surprise when Mikey asks where they're going, and huffing in protest when Mikey drawls if Pete's murdering him in a forest. 'I would never do that to you, my very best amazing best awesomest boyfriend, and you know that!' He says indignantly.
'I dunno, Pete, you've got weird ways of showing boyfriendship,' Mikey replies dryly, but a tiny quirk in his lips showed that he was joking- thank God, with that poker face and monotone voice, Pete would never tell otherwise.
Pete gasps in mock offense, but grins as he halts to a stop, looking to the side of the street- fences blocking what looked like an orchard of some sort. 'We're heeere,' he sings delightedly, letting go of Mikey's hand and walking over to the fence barring him from the lush trees, and wedges a foot into the chainwire. 'C'mon, Mikeyway!' He calls out as he slowly climbs up the fence, turning his head for a moment and flashing him a smirk.
'Oh my God, Pete.' Mikey says in disbelief. Nevertheless, he goes over to Pete and hitches himself up the fence, climbing with surprising ease. Soon, he reaches the top and swings a leg over to the other side, climbing down, then stopping when he notices that Pete is unmoving at the top, looking down at the grass uncertainly. 'You 'right?' Mikey asks, halting.
'Uh, yeah. Just..uh, my legs aren't really flexible? Actually, they're also just really fucking short, so, uh. Could you help me get down? And, er, I'm like. Really scared.' Pete replies in embarassment, mumbling the last part.
Mikey laughs. He laughs hard enough that he leans into the fence and grips the wire tighter so he doesn't fall off. Fuck, Pete thinks, Is he laughing at me? But his worries dissipate at the friendly smile Mikey gives him, once his laughter ceases. 'Okay. Okay, just, uh, wait a second-' he stops talking and jumps the rest of the rest of the way, landing on his ass and wincing slightly.
'Okay,' he says again, brushing himself off, 'You can, uh, jump? It's not too high, uh- theres a crate over there!' he exclaims, noticing the few wooden crates further down the orchard, dragging them over, arranging them into a little platform and heaving himself onto them, looking up at Pete with an anxious smirk, uncertain but welcoming. 'I can try to catch you?' Mikey scratches his neck.
'Oh. Uh. That- that's good. Okay. Just...jump. Ha. Easy. Just.-' Pete inhales, 'On the count of three. One, two, three-' he does this weird leap-of-faith-and-shimmy clusterfuck combo, which looks painful and awkward, and Mikey would laugh if he actually has air in his chest, because, okay, a person was heavier than he expected(plus his suspiciously heavy backpack), and Pete had just fallen on top of him.
'Ow! Ow, shit- get off me, you fuck, I'm gonna choke, get off-' Mikey whines, red-faced and gasping for air, and Pete scrambles to get off him, rolling over and onto the grass face-first. Pete rearranges himself so he's facing the sky, wisps of cloud scattering the expanse of blue.
Then he laughs. Loud and braying, not like ones in the movies, but it's even better, because it's Pete's, and it sounds like morning birds and concerts. Mikey doesn't really know how to explain it, but that doesn't matter either, because god, he's just fallen in love again and again.
'Why are you laughing? I swear I died for a second.' Mikey manages to breathe out. Pete lets out another giggle.
'Just that- this is so fucking dumb, Mikey, god, I planned this out to be perfect, all cliché movie-romance, but then I got all chickenshit again,' Pete stops for a moment, then shakes his head, reminiscent of a dog shaking itself after getting wet, and says, 'An-y-ways, moving on! Mikey, get up!' Pete stands up and abruptly picks up Mikey, bridal style, and sways slightly before regaining his posture and stumbles onward.
Mikey doesn't even try to protest, he just closes his eyes and thinks about he hasn't really been cradled like this since third grade. He is vaguely aware when Pete carefully lets him down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He can hear faint crinkling, clunky sounds of fabric and plastic and whatnot, and he wonders what the fuck Pete is doing.
It's sort of calming, actually, the bright sunlight warm and giving the abyss he sees through closed eyelids a yellow tint, the grass's dew wet and slightly sticky on his skin, Pete's mellow humming echoing with the chirps of the birds. He is almost lulled to sleep when Pete squeezes his arm gently, whispering with almost-nervousness, 'Okay, Mikey, you can open your eyes.' Mikey blinks, taking a moment to adjust as the sun floods back into full view, as well as Pete's eyes blinking down at him. He sits up, and grins, startled.
It's like from a cliché romance movie, just like Pete wanted it to be. A red and white checkered blanket is laid out in front of them, with plastic container filled with food, sandwiches and confectionary. There are around three or four origami cranes made out of tissues standing on the blanket, with hearts or stars or polka dots drawn on them with pen. Pete smiles at him, a little curve, nervous and questioning, but hopeful. 'I love it,' Mikey murmurs.
He breathes out a laugh at the blush on Pete's face, and crawls onto the blanket, carefully lifting the lid off one of the containers. He takes out two sandwiches, holding one in his mouth and gesturing one to Pete. He takes one, and gazes at Mikey as he eats his sandwich. Mikey looks at him questioningly, catching Pete's stare, and Pete just grins wolfishly, leaning his head against Mikey's shoulder, munching on his sandwich. And that's it. Two eighteen-year-olds, eating and basking in the sunny sky.
Two people in love. That's it.
A/N
All we see is sky for forever, we could be alright for forever... -For Forever, Dear Evan Hansen
