The weekend was always Pete's favourite, but now it was even more so because he had convinced Mikey to let him sleep over on Saturday night, not having got enough time with his boyfriend on their Friday night date.
His parents weren't the least bit concerned when he declared he was sleeping at a friends house, and more than happy that he had made a friend. Pete was sure that their emotions would change when they found out that the friend in question was actually a boyfriend and the boyfriend was his teacher.
But Pete didn't care because he was wearing sweatpants, so he couldn't give any f*cks even if he tried.
He ducked across the street with his sweatpants on, his hoodie up and his backpack over one shoulder.
He knocked and Mikey's door and when it was opened his first thought was 'He knows what's up' because Mikey also had sweatpants on, but not a shirt, so Pete's follow up thought was 'Wow that chest is ab-solutely amazing'.
"Come on in babe." Mikey said,
Pete wandered in and dumped his stuff by the door, and sat on the couch as he was quite comfortable in Mikey's apartment.
"So, how have you been in the last 12 hours I haven't seen you."
"You aren't complaining about how much time you spend with me."
Mikey sat next to Pete,
"I'm certainly not."
He kissed Pete quickly, then pulled away and spoke, "I'm trying to make us dinner because I'm not as spectacular as you and can eat pizza everyday."
"Your such a sweetheart, need a hand?"
"Nah, I'm almost done, but don't expect a gourmet meal."
"I live off pizza. I don't even know gourmet anymore."
Mikey laughed as he trudged back behind the kitchen bench, plating up his amazing dinner of spaghetti.
"Hey Pete, this isn't romantic but I can't do two things at once so if you could grab the lighter on the table and light those candles, preferably without settling fire to anything other than the wick."
Pete laughed at Mikey's request, but didn't question because he was someone who might set fire to things. Accidentally, unless he had a decent reason.
They are their pasta, giggling at their own small talk and sweet comments.
Eventually they got tired and Mikey declared they should go to bed, and Pete was not about to disagree.
In his multi-pursue sweatpants he crawled into bed with Mikey and sighed at how amazing the entire situation was absolutely perfect, because his boyfriend was perfect, and their kisses were perfect and being together in this apartment was perfect.
"You know what Peter Wentz?"
"What's up Michael Way?"
"You know, I think I'm in love with you. Which is simultaneously the best and worst thing to happen to me, like ever. We both know why it's the worst but it's the best because I feel so alive yet so grounded with you, you're absolutely gorgeous like, physically but such a sweetheart. You're just cute, but you're also like, hot. Please wear your ripped shirts more often. Anyway, that's my little speech conclusive to I am in love with you."
And Mikey may has we'll have been in love with a puddle because Mikey's declaration had melted Pete's heart till he couldn't fathom any cognitive thoughts.
So he leant in and kissed Mikey, rolling over so he could sit on Mikey's lap. The both of them sat up in bed and kissed,long and hard, chaste yet passionate and the two thought they were an absolutely perfect mesh, fitting so well together that they should never be apart.
"I am in love with you, Michael Way. You're very beautiful, like wow what a face! But also like, emotionally, you care and you're so loving and it makes me melt inside. I am in love with you, I love you, I love you, I love you."
And as Mikey kissed Pete's forehead and pulled him back under the covers and into his arms he knew he just couldn't get tired of Pete saying that.
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Waking up with a boyfriend on one side and a cup of coffee on the other wasn't such a terrible way to start the morning. Pete was still upset that he probably would have to move to get the coffee from the nightstand and that meant comprising his cuddles with the assumed coffee-maker.
"Good Morning sleeping beauty." Mikey said, and Pete felt the covers shift as Mikey turned to face him.
Pete did his best to meet some sort of etiquette, grabbing the coffee mug and turning to face Mikey.
"Drink, you need the wake-me-up." Mikey giggled, and Pete was sure that if his eyes weren't half closed it would have been a very cute sight.
The entire morning was filled with very cute sights, Pete and Mikey slipping and sliding around in the socks on Mikey's kitchen tiles, Pete insisting that it's okay to wear the same sweatpants for 24 hours straight but not the shirt and then taking Mikey's off, Mikey kissing Pete's forehead.
But then Pete had to leave, and so Mikey kissed him quickly and the door, then leant in so their foreheads touched, "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too."
And Pete wanted to say that he's see Mikey on Monday but he wanted his final words to always be 'I love you' so Mikey would always know that he did.
When Pete got home, his phone rang, and Mikey Mouse came up on his screen, with a very candid shot of Mikey laughing. Pete just sighed and picked up, knowing what Mikey was going to say-
"Just want to say this again, I love you."
Pete could feel himself blushing as he giggled at the hopeless romantic of a boyfriend he had landed himself with.
"I love you too."
Then his mother walked into the bedroom, and caught what he said;
"Pete! Who are you calling!? Who do you 'love'?!"
The line went dead, and so did Pete's brain.
Ooooh. It's spring here and it amazing and it smells like honeysuckles and this is the best time of year yay.
-M x
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