All I Want {Petekey}

Two: when you said your last goodbye i died a little inside

As soon as Mikey woke up the next morning he wished he could fall back asleep. Pete was no longer beside him.

"Pete?" The slightly confused boy called quietly so he wouldn't wake his band mates. He grabbed his glasses from a nearby table and put them on. When everything came into focus he noticed something scrawled on his arm in black ink. He could recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Mikey's breath hitched in his throat. Pete, he thought.

It read "mikey mouse, im so sorry. i love you. always yours, peter pan xoxo"

Mikey swore that he stopped breathing in that moment. His head was spinning. How could he do this? Mikey couldn't think of an answer.

Was it something he did? Did he say something that made Pete uncomfortable? Was he not giving him something?

Mikey stumbled back to his bed and collapsed on to it. He shoved his face into the pillow and let hot tears roll down his face.

"If you l-l-loved me, why'd you leave me?" he stuttered out between sobs.

Apparently his attempt to muffle his crying failed because within in two minutes Gerard was crouched beside him, rubbing circles in his back.

"Whats wrong Mikes?" He asked gingerly.

"Gee, Pete l-left me," the younger of the two choked out, "he didn't even say goodbye. He just wrote a note on my arm and left"

Gerard clenched his fist. Despite is hostile attitude, Gerard was genuinely surprised that Pete did this. He was so good for Mikey. They had clicked from the moment they meet. It was like they were meant for each other.

"Oh my god," he spoke through clenched teeth, "what the fuck."

"H-how could he do this to me?" Mikey sniffed, pulling his face out of his pillow. He turned onto his back and removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" The eldest asked hesitantly.

"No," Mikey said firmly, "it'll only make things worse. He'll tell you how horrible I am and how much he hates me."

"He probably had some reasoning behind this," Gerard said, chewing on his bottom lip, "I mean, he seemed pretty in love with you."

Mikey only nodded.

"Okay," Gee said, standing up, "you stay here and I'm going to make you some coffee and grab you some of those oreos that we hid from Ray,"

"You hid what from me?" an irritated voice called from the other side of the bus, sending Gerard into a fit of giggles and Mikey cracked a small smile.

Gerard then got up to get the cookies and coffee and a half asleep Ray followed him to find those oreos that they were talking about.

The tall boy swung his legs over the side of the bed and made his way to the bathroom at the end of the bus. He grabbed a washcloth and attempted to scrub away the sharpie note on his arm that was causing him so much pain.

After a few minutes his arm was bright red from all the friction. Mikey sighed. The note wasn't even gone yet. Hot tears welled in his eyes, but before they could fall he blindly swiped them way with the heels of his hands.

He crouched down and and grabbed a roll of ace bandages from under the sink. He wrapped the beige bandage around his forearm. At least he wouldn't have to look at that familiar handwriting.

He grabbed the discarded washcloth and ran it under the cool water coming out of the tap, then brought it to his face and wiped the tear tracks away.

I'll brush my teeth later, he decided, coffee and tooth paste don't taste good combined.

A manic pounding on the bathroom door awoke Mikey from his thoughts.

"Hurry up in there!" The voice yelled from behind the door, the voice in question belonged to the one and only Frank Iero, "I'm about to piss myself and I don't think you want to clean my bodily fluids off the floor."

Mikey rolled his eyes before opening the door. Frank dived into the bathroom as soon as it was available to him.

Mikey shuffled into the kitchen to find Ray yelling about the oreos.

He rolled his eyes and pulled a packet of the cookies from the curly haired one's hands.

"Hey!" Ray protested but Gerard shot him a pleading look and he let it go, grabbing another one.

Gerard extended a hand towards his brother and handed him a mug of coffee. Mikey nodded in thanks and headed to the sofa in the middle of bus. He got himself comfortable in a cocoon of blankets even though it was August. He grabbed his phone from the table in front of him, plugged his earbuds in and started playing some shitty sad song by some band he couldn't name. He opened up his texts and sent a message to the person that was causing him so many problems.

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A small beeping noise woke Pete from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes before reaching for his phone, which had been discarded onto the pillow next to him.

[10:41 am]
from: mikey mouse
why didn't you say it to my face.

Pete's stomach dropped.

Shit.

All the memories from the night before came flooding back to him. He had left Mikey in the middle of night, wrote a note on his arm and didn't say an actual goodbye.

Pete had royally fucked up.

He wasn't sure what to say so he just deleted the message.

After a few minutes of just sitting and hating himself he decided to get up. He swung his legs over the side of bunk, grabbed his discarded t-shirt, pulled it over his head and headed towards the kitchen.

Everyone else in the band was already awake and eating breakfast. They all turned to look at him as he sat down.

"So," Patrick said, grabbing Pete's attention, "were you with Mikey last night?"

Pete just nodded before grabbing an apple off the table.

"You seem tense," Andy observed, breaking the silence, "did something happen last night?"

Pete stood up and walked over to the mini fridge against the wall and grabbed a water out of it. He really didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to breakdown in front of his friends.

"Pete," Patrick said firmly.

Pete just sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Fine!" he says, defeated, "I was a total fucking idiot last night and left Mikey without even saying goodbye. I just wrote a note on his arm and left in the middle of night."

His voice broke in the middle of the sentence. Tears welled in his eyes.

"Dude," Joe spoke up for the first time, "just go talk to him."

"You don't understand how much I can't do that," Pete argued tugging at his hair, "Gerard most likely knows what happened and will not hesitate to kill me. Hell, the whole band probably knows and they'd all fight me if I went over there. I don't know about you guys but I'd rather keep my skull intact."

Pete rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

Pete Wentz definitely had royally fucked up this time and there was no going back.

A/N
Woaahhhhh over 1.2k words || its currently midnight and im listening to maya the physic idk. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter bc i spent a lot of time on it.
-xoxo j