The Only One For You. || Pete x Mike [PIKE]

{~Chapter4~}

{~Time skip~}
~Pete's knee is now fully healed, he goes back home for the first time now,
also Mike has been helping him over-come his nicotine addiction~

~MikePOV~

"Hey Pete." I begin, "Yea?" He responded, "So what are we? Like are we friends or still enemies per se?" I questioned, he waited for a long while before responding with, "I guess, we're friends, but, that doesn't mean I'm just gonna start doing things for, or with you, conformist.", "Heh- yea ok." I half laughed, 'YES, YES. YES!!!!' I secretly thought to myself, "How's your knee?" I quickly asked, "I don't know, let me check." He said as he got up to try and walk around a bit. "Well I mean my knee is a bit stiff, but that's just from not moving it, other than that, no pain I'm good as gold.", "Oh, so does that mean that you'll be able to get home now and go to school?" I asked not really thinking, "Damn bored of me already?" He jokingly responded, "Well, no, I still want you to come over, it's just when you first came here you immediately wanted to leave. Are you saying you want to stay in my 'lame' house for a few days longer?" I teased leaning against the door frame, "No, I don't want to stay in your conformist house any longer than I need to." He said pushing passed me to leave, "Do you need a bag for your clothes?" I questioned, "No I'm good." He answered as he shut the front door, "Damn it!" I cursed myself out loud for not saying anything better, 'Well I have his number, he just doesn't know it yet I guess.' I thought to myself pulling out my phone getting ready to text him in about 30 minutes, 1, to give him time to get home, 2, I waited as to not come across as desperate.

~PetePOV~

"No I'm good." I answered, closing the door behind me and making the slow journey back to the trailer, 'God damn it, why did I leave? It's not like he said I had to or anything, and apparently we're friends now? WHY DOES THAT MAKE ME HAPPY?!' I loudly thought to myself, not really focused on where I was walking, I bumped into someone, "Watch it, conformist-" Michael said turning around, before following with, "PETE?" The others swiftly turned around "Pete? Where the hell where you, and who's conformist a*s clothes are those?" Henrietta asked, "I-umm" I tried to answer before getting cut off, "Do I need to kill someone?" Firkle said surprisingly a lot more tame than usual, "I was gone for ages because I f*cked up my knee, see." I said showing them my knee, "It was healing the whole time, and I forgot to tell you." I stated in a slightly apologetic tone, "Okay, who's clothes are those?" Michael repeated Henrietta's words, I felt my face start to go red when I said, "Just some conformist that helped with my knee, stop asking questions." I said pushing passed them to get 'home', "Alright, be at school, lame." I heard them mumble.

Opening the door as quietly as possible, and sneaking into my room I shut the door behind me, as I got a message from someone, 'Who in the hell?' I thought, placing the pile of my clothes down on the floor, and opening my phone:

~Unknown: "Hey! Make it back alright per se?"

Okay who the f*ck is this, because that's creepy, I said typing:

~You: "Who the hell is this?!"

~Unknown: "It's Mike Makowski, or Vampir per se."

~You: "Oh it's Vampqueer."

I rolled my eyes at this, 'Wait, how the f*ck did he get my number?!':

~You: "How did you get my number?"

~Unknown: "That is for me to know and you to find out per se."

~You: "Okay hang on let me quickly add you to my contacts."

*Added number 07****1*** to your contacts:

~You: "There I added you, and yea I'm fine."

~'Weird Vamp queer': "That's good, what did you call me?"