Oneshots (Frerard, Pikey/Petekey)

Petekey (fluff)

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Mikey's pov

I laid in my bed crying non stop as I listened to music. I shoved my head into my pillow as I screamed, wincing at the pain of my eyes stinging. It hurt to even blink or keep my eyes opened, but I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I sobbed even more, hearing the song "Boys don't cry" start playing on my iPod. Meanwhile I was here, curled up in a ball bawling my eyes out not even being able to move. It's been hours, but I just couldn't stop crying. I was crying so hard, I was practically gasping for air. Yet, every gasp just felt like a sharp stab in my heart which made it harder to breathe. I miss Pete. I miss him so much. I've never craved him this much in my life. I still couldn't believe that today would could be the last day I'd ever see him. I've never hated my parents so much, I'll never forgive them for forcing me and Pete to break up. Still, that didn't seem to be enough for them and they grounded me. I sobbed uncontrollably, hugging Pete's jackets tightly. It was all I had left of him. They'd forced me to give up everything that he'd ever given me, but I managed to convince them that the jacket was mine. I sprayed his cologne, but I knew deep down it wasn't and never would be him that'd be in my arms ever again. I sniffled as it started to sting even when I keep my eyes closed, like no matter what it just stung badly. I kissed his jacket, holding it closer to me. I decided to put it on, wiping my tears though they just kept falling. I forced myself to get up and go wash my face, realizing how fucked up I looked. I looked like I'd been beaten up with a black eye or two. I gulped as I looked down and washed my face. I rolled up my sleeves, seeing that my scars were already gone. Only a few small ones here and there, but they were already faded. I figured that nobody would care anyway, considering the only reason I was able to stop was now gone.

I opened my mirror and took out the small box before closing it back. I set the box down at the side of the sink, carefully taking out the blade. It'd been months since I did it, and I knew I'd only disappointed Pete if he knew. Fuck it, I pushed it down and dragged it along my wrists. I didn't know whether to stop or just keep going deeper as my mind started going blank. I feel to my knees, shaking as I looked at the mess I'd made. I quickly realized what I'd done, regretting it almost immediately. I grabbed a handful of tissues and held it over the cut as I could feel the tears coming already. I shut my eyes as I let the pain consume me. I was startled when I heard a knock from outside my room. Instinctively, I shoved everything back into the box and behind the mirror again before pulling my sleeves down, still pressing the tissues down. I forced myself to stop crying as I left my room.

Pete's pov

I smiled, seeing Mikey. He immediately ran over and opened the window, crying and grabbing my face before pulling me in for a kiss. I kissed him back, feeling his tears rolling down his face. I could help but shed a couple of tears, I've never been this happy to see Mikey. Even after we pulled away from the kiss, he never once let go of me and neither did I. "What are you doing here? You know we can't be seen together-" "shhh, just go pack your bags. We're running away, somewhere nobody will ever find us, just like you always talked about." I chuckled as we wiped each others tears, connected our lips once more. He quickly ran and shoved a couple of clothes and money into a bag before jumping out of his window. I made sure to catch him, just so he wouldn't get hurt. He carefully closed his window from outside as he took my hand and we started running. We kept running for awhile before getting on a bus. It was late and there was nobody, which was good. We sat all the way at the back, smiling at each other. "I still can't believe we're doing this," "I know, but don't worry," I assured him as I gave him a small kiss. My smile quickly faded as I looked down at his wrist. He seemed confused, but realized when he too looked down. Blood had bled through my jacket he was wearing, specifically around the area where his wrists would be. "...I'm sorry.. I know you're probably disappointed at me-" I didn't even allow him to finish his apology as I pulled him closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder. He stopped talking, and just sat there in silence as I wrapped one arm around him, rubbing his shoulder and pulled him closer. "It's okay baby, it's okay," I cooed as I comforted him, holding his hand with my other hand. I kissed his head as he sniffled. I opened my bag and took out some bandages, asking if he could roll his sleeve up for me. He was hesitant, but slowly pulled it up. I gently applied medicine on and around it, trying my best not to hurt him too much. I could hear him hissing once in awhile, kissing him everytime. "I know it hurts baby, just bear with it for a minute okay? Please just try to stay still," "I-I'll try.." he quavered, closing his eyes. I kissed his cheek before slowly wrapping the bandages around his wrist. I made sure not to make it too tight, but not loose enough to fall. I kissed all around it after, being extra careful not to hurt him. He crawled up on my lap after pulling his sleeve back down as I put our bags to the side. He hugged me tightly, digging his head into my shoulder. I patted and stroked his head continuously, allowing him to sleep until we got there. I didn't have a solid plan on where or what we were gonna do, but as long as it was with Mikey, I couldn't care less.