𝘾𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨 & 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨 || Pete x Mike Fanfic

Chapter 4: To Helen

Quick Side Note: Sorry i took so long to write this !!! Next chapter should be up by tonight or tomorrow!! this one is much more longer than the other ones so apologies about that, once again there may be some ooc moments but still enjoy and I'm always open to advice!!! :DD
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"Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea..." — Edgar Allan Poe

Bzzz.. Bzzzz. The sound of buzzing and vibrating alerted the heavy-eyed boy, as he flipped his auburn and ink-colored fringe. As he sat up, his eyes darted around the room he was in. How could he forget, he fell asleep in the bed of the one who held hatred for — Mike Makowski. He turned to his head to the left, looking at the sleeping ' beauty ' next to him. Mike's hair was messy, as his glasses were sliding of his snow-skinned face. Pete observed him and noticed how peaceful he looked, he gently removed the glasses on the boy's face and placed them on his drawer. He had a feeling that Mike would've lost them if he kept them on like that, or even worse—break them. Bzzz. Bzzz. Pete's phone alerted him once again, he carefully climbed out of the bed and reached for his phone in Mike's jacket. As the bright light burned his sleepy eyes, he squinted and read the notification:
New Message from Henrietta:
11:47 P.M: Don't forget about rehearsal tomorrow. Our next performance needs every rehearsal.

8:04: Rehearsal starts today, meet up at my place at 12.

Fuck. Pete forgot about rehearsals and quickly checked the time, it was 10:27 A.M. Pete let out a small sigh, he then walked out of the snoozing boy's room and made his way to the bathroom. He walked down the stairs as soft as possible, his eyes made way to the television. As the newsman on the television spoke softly, but attentively Ms. Makowski was on the couch, holding a cup of warm coffee. Her cornflower eyes noticed Pete and she turned his head to him with a warm smile, " Good morning, dear. Breakfast will be ready soon. " Her soft tone sounded like a soothing lullaby to Pete.
" Good morning, Miss. May I have some coffee? " He asked, in an unusually polite tone.
" Of course, how'd you like it? "
" Dark and bitter, please. " Pete said, before walking to the bathroom door and opening it. He stepped onto the marble floor and looked up at the mirror. Without his eyeliner, he realized how his slightly feminine yet masculine features stood out without his usual makeup. Unlike Mike, he did not have a more chiseled and soft face. He splashed cold water on his face to wake up and grabbed the extra toothbrush Mike left for him in the bathroom. As he peacefully brushed his teeth, he realized how cozy he felt in this house. If his younger self learned that he'd spend the night at Makowski's house, he'd think he was going insane and conformist. While he did feel foolish for staying the night, he felt at peace here as if all the troubles that weighed his shoulders were lifted up, the second the air-headed boy held the umbrella over him. Oh, how he was a mystery to himself.

After completing his simple morning routine, he walked back upstairs with the steaming hot coffee in his hands. Somehow, the mug burning his delicate-hands reminded himself of who he was —- an ill-mannered and dark goth who took pleasure in expressing the pain of the world. He twisted the doorknob on Mike's door and opened the door slowly, the slumbering Vampir had finally arisen. He stretched his lanky arms and yawned, " Good morning, dark mortal. " He looked at Pete with a small smile. " Is acting like a dumb vampire second-nature to you? " Pete scoffed, placing the mug on Mike's drawer. " It's apart of my lifestyle as a saguinarian vampire, per se. " He said, scratching his chest from underneath his shirt. " Don't tell me, you plan to suck the blood out of my neck for breakfast. Freak. " Thelman shuttered as he mocked the fake saguinarian vampire. " Ah no, I have saved blood and you're not my target just yet. " Mike teased as he made his way out of bed. Pete scrunched his face out of pure cringe and disgust, " Listen, I have to go. So I'm only here to say goodbye, dork. " Pete said, picking up his belongings. " Before you go, I'll give you a change of clothes. You don't have to put the same clothes you wore, that's rude of me. " Mike replied, digging for clothes. Mike knew he did not own anything that would fit Pete's gothic aesthetic, but he'd try to create an outfit that would appeal to him. He pulled out a black-dress shirt he rarely wore and plucked a pair of black-ripped jeans that has a bleached-skull design on the side of legs. He handed him the clothes and Pete examined the clothes he was given, honestly he couldn't explain since Mike was doing him a favor. " It might be cold outside, so you can borrow one of my jackets. " He said, searching through his closet for a suitable jacket. Pete sighed, " I'll be fine in the cold, you know. " He responded, before walking to the bathroom. Mike shook his head with a smile, the mysterious boy was so stubborn.