Petekey Oneshots

Pretty In Punk

Word Count: 800+

Mikey Way was a pastel prince in his soft bubblegum pink sweater and flower crown loosely draped over his bleach blonde hair. Pete Wentz was a troublemaking punk, covered in tattoos and torn clothing. They seem like an unlikely duo, but you know what they say: opposites attract.

They had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They might as well have been joined at the hip, considering how little time they spent apart. However, things got a little complicated once they reached the end of their senior year, as Pete realized that he might be a little gay for Mikey Way. Obviously, the only logical thing to do about this situation was to bottle up all his emotions and let them out only when he was with his second in line best friend, Patrick. Although at this point, he was more of his therapist.

"Patrick, what am I gonna do?" Pete whined, hanging upside down off the edge of Patrick's bed.

"Look, man. You need to tell him how you feel, or you're just gonna be miserable."

"But what if he doesn't feel the same way about me and I freak him out and he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore and I ruin an entire lifetime's worth of friendship? And what if-"

"Pete, enough!" Patrick snapped. "Here's what you're gonna do: you're gonna grow some balls and you're gonna tell Mikey how you feel! Because even if he doesn't like you back, he's definitely not gonna trash your friendship, okay?"

"But what if he does?" Pete muttered.

"PETE!"

"Okay, okay, sorry. You're right, I'll tell him."

"Good."

"Thanks, Pat."

"You're welcome. I hope he does like you, though. You guys would make a cute couple, with the whole pastel-punk thing you've got going on."

Pete sighed, "I hope so too."

~~

The big day had finally come. Pete was finally ready to tell Mikey the truth. He reapplied his eyeliner for about the tenth time that day, to make sure it was absolutely perfect. He straightened his freshly dyed red fringe, a sharp contrast to the rest of his jet black locks. He chose to wear his favorite Joy Division sweatshirt and his signature black skinny jeans

He told Mikey to meet him at their favorite burger joint downtown. Because he arrived about twenty minutes early, he had plenty of time to ease his anxiety. Plus, he ate about four trays of fries, which is always a bonus.

When Mikey walked through the door, all of the nerves came rushing back to Pete. His palms got clammy and his knees got weak as he took in Mikey's aesthetically appealing attire. He choose a sky blue sweater today, with matching Converse, white jeans, and a flower crown composed of daisies. To top it all off, he swapped his usual bulky glasses for contacts, making his beautiful greenish-brown eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Pete was snapped back into reality when Mikey finally spoke.

"Hey, dude. Did you already eat?"

"Uh, no. I mean, I did have some fries, but, uh-"

"What's wrong, Pete? You've been acting weird lately."

Pete sighed, knowing he couldn't postpone telling him any longer. "I'd rather not tell you in here, with all these people around. Can we go for a walk?"

"Sure. But you better pay for my lunch when we get back," Mikey joked.

Pete forced a smile as he led his pastel-clad friend out of the stuffy building. They walked in a comfortable silence until they were out of earshot of their fellow pedestrians.

"So, what did you wanna tell me?" Mikey asked.

Pete took a deep breath, and rushed out, "Ithinkiminlovewithyou"

Mikey stopped dead in his tracks. "What did you say?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

Mikey didn't say anything for just long enough for Pete to die a little inside. He felt so awkward and humiliated. He had already started preparing the speech he was going to scream at Patrick the next time he saw him. All of that ended when Mikey spoke again.

"Well, good, because I think I love you, too," he said, giving the shorter boy a peck on his flaming red cheek.

"Really? Do you mean that?" Pete knew he sounded like a little kid, but he was so excited that he couldn't help it.

"Of course. And I do believe you owe me lunch. Consider it our first date," Mikey said with a huge smile plastered across his face.

Pete just grinned in return, slipping his fingers between Mikey's boney ones, and him in the direction of a considerably nicer restaurant. He couldn't wait to tell Patrick how right he had been. But more importantly, he couldn't wait to go on his first date with his new boyfriend.

A/N:
Hey look I did a thing.
I know these kinds of fics are pretty common but I love them and I've never found a petekey one so I wrote my own. Hope you liked it.
Votes and comments are always appreciated. 😘