Petekey Oneshots

Dance With You (fluff, 2.3k words)

a.n. thanks to @JayTheStegosaurus for this idea!! i think it's really sweet and i love them in high school :') (also i really like the idea of ray and patrick dating lowkey)

"Mikes, we've talked about this already. It's so stupid. And we're just gonna get hate-crimed and everyone's gonna call us fags, and then they're gonna 'Carrie' us and we'll get covered in pigs' blood, and then—"

"Pete!" Mikey threw a pillow at him and rolled his eyes. They were sitting on his bed, Pete scrolling through instagram, only half-paying attention. "Look at me."

"We've talked about this enough! We're never gonna agree." He set his phone down and rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Mikes."

"What?" He snapped.

"See, we're just gonna fight about it again. Go to prom without me."

"I don't wanna go without you, that's stupid!" He crossed his arms. "Are you so afraid of what people think that you won't be seen with me in public?"

"No, it's not that, it's–"

"Then what is it?"

"I don't want either of us to get hurt." He sighed. "It's hard enough at home. My mom already calls me a filthy queer every time I walk through the door. If a mom says that to her kid, imagine what a high school boy will do." He frowned, combing his fingers through his bangs. "I know your family is very progressive, and that's great, but you are the minority."

"Won't the teachers help us?"

"They're part of the problem, Mikey. You know that."

"But–"

"Why don't you care?!" Pete shouted. "I'm fucking telling you they're going to make fun of us and I kinda like being well-liked, you know. Some of us have friends and a reputation they need to uphold!"

Mikey blinked twice. Pete watched his look of confusion turn to one of contempt right in front of his eyes. Mikey felt hot tears burn the back of his eyes but he was not going to cry, not here, not now. He couldn't let Pete know he got to him.

But of course, Pete knew, he always did. "Shit, Mikes, I didn't mean th–"

His tone was calm but his voice shook as he asked, "Why don't you leave this friendless loser's house before he dumps you?"

"I wasn't saying–"

"Go." He pointed towards his bedroom door, choking up. Pete nodded. As guilt welled up in his chest he knew he deserved to be kicked out. He turned around, leaning against the doorway.

"Mikey, I-"

He was stone-faced and just pointed to the door again. Pete nodded once more and left, closing the door behind him.

Mikey surveyed his room and looked at the polaroids of him and Pete. They were so happy. When they were alone, everything was perfect. He didn't understand why being at school made things so different. Calling his boyfriend "dude" and pretending that they don't call each other to fall asleep at night hurt enough. But the most important night of the year, the most romantic night, prom? Missing out on that was unbearable. He just wanted to dance with his boyfriend and be treated like a prince. For one night. He wanted to be shown off. He had to watch girls throw themselves at Pete every chance they got. They would twirl their long hair, asking him for help with homework even though he sucked at math, dropping their books on the ground at his feet and praying he'd help them pick them up...

He felt teardrops land in his lap. Oh fuck, he thought to himself. He was crying hard. Pete liked the attention the girls gave him. He liked being fist-bumped by the popular dudes like Brendon in the hallway. He craved the approval of everyone around him. Am I not enough?