"Hello?" Pete said in a hoarse voice.
"Pete you can't do this!" Mikey exclaimed, making Pete jump back from his phone a bit.
"Just let me Mikey Mouse. You don't love me and nothing feels right."
"How do you know I don't love you?"
The line went quiet.
"Mikes, I've got to take these pills and end it. I can't stand living in the same world as you but you hate me."
"Give me your address," Mikey said, climbing out of his bed and picking up a pair of pants from the floor, "I'm coming over and you better not do anything while I'm on my way."
Pete made a small noise of agreement and told Mikey his address.
Mikey hung up and quickly grabbed a few essential items to bring with him on his midnight drive to Chicago.
He flipped his phone back open and quickly called Patrick. As soon as he answered Mikey wasted no time in explaining the situation. Patrick agreed to go over and watch Pete.
Mikey grabbed his things and hopped into his car and started the long trek to visit his suicidal ex-boyfriend.
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It was about 4 am when Mikey got a call from Patrick.
"Mikey, I'm so sorry. I couldn't get there in time and he did it and oh my god I'm so sorry I f-" Patrick rambled into the phone
"Wait hold on Patrick, go back, what happened?"
"Pete tried to kill himself. I didn't make it in time and swallowed like 10 pills and I called an ambulance fuck- when will you be here?"
Mikey's jaw hung up as he tried to form a coherent sentence.
"Uh- an hour. I'll be there in an hour."
Mikey probably went way over the speed limit that night. He was panicking, his fingers drumming a scattered beat on the steering wheel.
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He made it to the hospital only half an hour after he said he would arrive. He found the closest parking spot and hurried into the hospital.
Upon entering he saw Patrick, sitting with Joe and Andy. They locked eyes and Mikey hurried over. Patrick stood up and they embraced. Patrick was rambling about how sorry he was that he didn't get to Pete in time.
"Trick, it's fine. It's not your fault." He said when he pulled out of the hug. Patrick nodded solemnly.
Mikey greeted Joe and Andy before sitting down and typing out a quick message to Gerard.
[6:05 am]
from: mikey
if ur looking for me i drove down to chicago bc pete attempted suicide.
Mikey slid his phone back into his pocket.
Joe and and Patrick were making conversation- well more like Joe was trying to calm Patrick down as he continued to almost vibrate from anxiety in his chair.
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About an hour later Mikey got a text.
[7:39 am]
from: gee
oh shit
[7:40 am]
from: gee
is he alright?
[7:40 am]
from: mikey
we have no idea
[7:41 am]
from: mikey
the doctors haven't told us anything yet. and i'm worried as fuck,
Mikey's fingers shook as he tried to hold a steady conversation with his brother.
---
A few minutes later a nurse appeared in the waiting room.
"Is anyone here for-" she paused looking down at her clipboard, "Pete Wentz?"
Patrick shot up and Mikey raised his hand. Andy and Joe directed their attention to the nurse.
"Oh," she frowned slightly, "Is anyone here immediate family?"
Joe pushed Patrick forward, close enough, Mikey thought to himself.
The nurse beckoned him to follow her into another room.
After he left Mikey began to cry, for the first time during this whole ordeal. He hadn't earlier because he was stunned as fuck. He didn't believe this was actually happening.
But it was and he was terrified. He was scared to death that he would never see Pete again, well except for in a casket.
Tears poured down Mikey's face and he excused himself from Andy and Joe.
"Are you alright?" Andy shot him a sympathetic look.
Mikey just nodded and hurried to the nearest bathroom. He quickly shut the door and leaned against it, in a "distraught stereotypical girl in a sad movie" fashion. He put his head in his hands and let out a choked sob. He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes so hard that he began to see stars. He stayed there, crying for a few minutes.
Soon he was out of breath and stumbled towards the sink. He gripped the rim tight, his knuckles turned a shade of white that almost matched the porcelain bowl. He stared at his reflection and laughed dryly. He was a fucking hot mess. His hair was sticking up all all angles, his eyes were tinged red, with a bit of eyeliner still left over from the day before (his glasses were somewhere in his pocket), and his Deep Purple shirt looked as though he pulled it out of the bottom of his laundry basket.
He locked eyes with himself and started to cry again. He turned his gaze to the edge of sink and muffled a sob into his arm.
A knock sounded through the door.
"Yes?" Mikey said, voice cracking.
"Mikey, it's me, Joe. Can I come in?"
Mikey grabbed the cool handle and pulled the door open. Joe stepped in and hugged him tight to his chest.
Mikey buried his face in his shoulder and gripped the back of Joe's jacket. He cries were muffled by Joe's sweatshirt.
He stroked his hair and made calming noises. After a few minutes Mikey's sobs turned into short gasps for air.
"I'm j-just so s-scared," Mikey stuttered loosening his grip on his friend.
"Pete's strong, he's going to pull through," Joe whispered
Mikey nodded, but he couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of anxiety in his stomach
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A/N
Woooooow guess who finally updated ! I started school a couple weeks ago so thats why theres been a delay in updates in my fics.
Question: would any of you guys mind if i add some joetrick in ?? Itd be rlly lowkey with maybe a three chapters of just joetrick at the most.
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All I Want {Petekey}
FanfictionEveryone talks about Pete's side of the end of the Summer of Like, but never Mikey's. Everyone assumed he was alright with the love of his life leaving him in the middle of the night, without a goodbye. Just a note written in sharpie on his arm. Mi...
