Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

Pete's pov

I entered the room to see my chemical romance already getting ready for the interview. I smiled as I saw Mikey, but he seemed off. I walked up to him, hugging him from behind. He held one of my hands and put it higher up his chest, looking up at me. I kissed his head as he turned around and rested his head on my shoulder, hugging me back. "You okay my love?" I asked, worried. He shook his head, looking down. "What's wrong?" "Sick.." he mumbled. He took my hand and placed it on his forehead, and I realized he had a fever. "My poor baby," I sighed as I cupped his face, moving his hair out of his face before kissing him. "You're gonna get sick.." "And I don't care,I'll be sick with you then," I smiled. Mikey insisted that I kept a distance and didn't kiss him on the lips until he got better, but I couldn't care less. Soon, the interview started. My chemical romance and fall out boy sat together, and I was luckily able to sit right next to Mikey. I could see that his fever wasn't getting any better and held my hand out. He looked down at my hand and up at me before holding it. Normally, we wouldn't do it while we were on camera, but we were sitting in the second row and so were covered by our bandmates sitting at the front. I rubbed his hand, glancing over at him once in awhile. It was hard to concentrate and answer questions when he was all I could think about. The worst part was that he had a show right after the interview, though he clearly wasn't well.

Mikey's pov

I was fidgeting while looking anywhere but the camera, zoned out. It took me a second to realize Gerard was calling me. "Huh? Oh yeah uh.." I went on to answer whatever it was that they asked. I could see Gerard look down at me and Pete holding hands behind his chair before giving me a funny look. He turned around to face the camera again, pretending he saw nothing. The interview felt endless and like it was in slow motion. I gulped as I looked down, closing my eyes as I rubbed my eyes and wiped away the sweat rolling down the side of my face. There was aircon, but it felt so hot. My whole body felt sticky and I could see Pete glance over at me. I thought that he'd let go, but just held my hand even tighter. I forced a smile, knowing it was his way of saying "we'll get through this together." Pete turned around and raised his free hand, asking for a bottle of water. One of the staff handed it to him and he let me go in order to open it. He passed it to me, and I gulped it down. I secured the cap back on and put it down before holding his hand again. The interview was not more than 23 minutes, but it'd felt like 4 hours. I let out a big sigh of relief when I heard the interviewer finally say that the interview was over with. They started to pack up as I dragged myself to go get ready for my show. We were going get on the stage in a couple of minutes, depending on the band that was playing before us. Pete came over and helped me with some of my stuff while the rest of fall out boy got ready to leave. I told him to just go, but he refused to leave and kept helping me. I felt too shitty to even try, and just let him. No matter how badly I wanted to, I knew couldn't just cancel the show all because I had a fever and my head hurt. The tickets were sold out, and I'd only gotten sick while on the way here. By then, it was already too late. While packing, I just couldn't do it anymore and curled up in a ball on the floor as I shut my eyes. I felt like I was shivering like crazy, and I couldn't tell if my vision was blurry because I wasn't wearing my glasses or cause of the headache. Pete dropped everything and hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down as he stroked my head. I could hear Gerard rush over to ask what happened.

Gerard's pov

I quickly ran to get water and medicine from his bag before tapping his shoulder lightly. He almost seemed like he was going crazy, but quickly chugged it down. He gagged a little, but Pete held him tightly in his arms. "He can't play, not in this condition, but we can't cancel the show." "I could substitute for him." I was hesitant, but what choice did I have? There was no way I could find someone to substitute him so last-minute, and reluctantly agreed. Pete thanked me for not letting Mikey play and wanted to call an Uber for him to a nearby hotel so he could rest, but he wanted to stay. I tried to persuade him too, but he didn't listen either. We ended up allowing him to stay backstage, but made sure that he was being taken care of by the staff. One of the staff came and told us that we had to get on stage already. Pete gave Mikey a quick kiss before leaving his jacket with him. Surprisingly, Pete wasn't so bad at playing. He definitely fucked up some parts, but pretty good for someone who wasn't at any of our rehearsals whatsoever. I would turn around once in awhile to see Mikey sitting there watching Pete play. We ended up being able to finish our set, and I thanked Pete for talking over Mikey. I allowed him to crash at our hotel after the show, seeing how late we ended. The original plan was that Frank and I would share the big bed while Ray and Mikey slept in the other two, but Pete booked the room beside instead. He wanted to just share the bed with Mikey, but Mikey didn't want him to get sick. Their room contained two separate beds which they just pushed together. I guessed that Pete wanted to sleep in the same bed as him, but Mikey wanted for there to be distance. I peeked inside their room later on to see Mikey's eyes shut as Pete comforted him, giving him light kisses all around and showering him with affection to help him sleep. I smiled to myself, knowing that Mikey was in good hands.