Petekey Oneshots

Favorite Record (angst, 1.2k words)

"Do... Do you remember when we drove through the night?" Pete sat down.

Pete was gripping the wheel, screaming a Rancid song with Mikey next to him. The sky was dark and the road seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, but the wind coursing through their hair felt so good.

They stared at each other, Pete smirking at the way he did air guitar.

"Dork."

"Bitch."

"Asshole." He laughed.

"Dick."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"Are you literally ten?!" Mikey playfully pushed him.

"Hey, I'm driving," he protested, his face heating up when Mikey touched him, even though it was just a push.

"You have done far worse things while driving, Wentz."

"What did I say about bringing that one time up." He laughed to himself. He wished Mikey would forget everyone he used to love. They weren't important now. The only person he loved was Mikey, and he would do anything to let him know. For once, though, he couldn't muster the courage to tell him.

"And we danced to Rancid," he continued, almost feeling the steering wheel in his hands.

"I love this song," Pete laughed. Mikey nodded and blushed, looking at him.

"Me too."

Pete studied his eyes.

"Look at the road," said Mikey, quietly. He could practically feel his face burning off. Pete had been doing that a lot recently, and he couldn't say he didn't like it. The truth was that he'd had a crush on him for almost a year now. No matter how hard he tried to get over him, it just wouldn't work.

He knew Pete was bi. But Mikey didn't quite know if he liked him or not.

"Um... hey, Mikes?"

"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, turning down the music. Pete was quiet. And he was never quiet.

"And I confessed to you riding shotgun," he recalled, laughing to himself. He plucked a few pieces of grass from the ground and stared at them. "Underneath the purple sky."

"I..." He sighed. "Never mind."

"Pete. You can tell me anything."

He shook his head subtly, feeling his heart pound in his chest. "It's not like that."

"I can tell it's important," he pressed, having some feeling deep down like it was the exact words he had been dying to hear. It was unlikely that he was going to confess, but he wanted it so bad.

"I like you... like– uh.. romantically." His hands tightened on the wheel.

A smile crept onto his face. He blushed bright red and let out a shy laugh. "Really?"

"Why are you laughing?" He asked, embarrassed. His knuckles were white from gripping the wheel with such force.

"Because I like you too," he admitted quietly. "I have for almost a year."

"Really?!" His eyes widened. Suddenly, butterflies erupted in his stomach like it was the first time he had ever loved.

"Yes, Pete."

He grinned and giggled shyly.

"Did Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III just... giggle?" Mikey laughed.

"Yes, I did, what are you gonna do about it?"
"Nothing. It was cute," he confessed, softly. A new song turned on. "Oh, man, I love this song!" He turned the volume up. Pete rolled the windows down and they both completely let loose, screaming the lyrics and dancing like this was their last day on earth.