facetime ; petekey

Thirty: these titles often have nothing to do with the chapter

"Mikey?" Pete spoke up, looking up from their phone with a look of worry plastered on their face.

"What's wrong?" Mikey asked, adjusting his sitting position to something more comfortable on his new bed (the other one was damaged from the fire).

"My Mom's in hospital." They barely whispered, looking around the room nervously.

"Shit." Mikey said, jumping off the bed and joining Pete, sitting on the slightly uncomfortable carpet. "I'm assuming you've gotta go back." Mikey's tone sounded slightly sad.

Pete only nodded, still looking down at his shaking hands.

"Let me come with you." Mikey said firmly and Pete immediately nodded, grabbing Mikey's hand and dragging him out to their car

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my party poison cosplay/Halloween costume is almost finished, I just gotta make the jacket and a gun.

What are you being for Halloween?? I'm seriously curious
- xoA