Worst Enemies ; Petekey, Ryden, Frerard

Five: I forgot how much I hated you

Mikey lay on his bed, unable to sleep. He rolled over to check the time on the clock on his desk, and red digits shone brightly at him. 3:00 am.
He had spent half the night tossing and turning, replaying the day over and over again in his head.

He couldn't mistake the look in Pete's eyes before he had kissed him, Pete liked him, for sure.

Mikey was so confused, he was sure they hated each other, that he hated Pete, but he ended up doing something that couldn't be mistaken as a sign of some sort of love.

Mikey had never really understood love, he had dated a couple of girls before but they meant nothing.

If he kissed Pete without much hesitation, did this mean he liked Pete?

Mikey didn't find it too hard to grasp that he probably liked Pete, but mostly, he was embarrassed that he likes someone he should hate.

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Pete was struggling with the same thoughts.
Usually when he couldn't sleep, he would go for a walk. So he put on his jacket and shoes before heading out.

He breathed the cold air, forming little clouds in front of his face as he walked down the pavement. He was heading to the park again, to sit on the swings.

He gripped the chains as his shoes scraped the gravel underneath him. He swung gently, in time with his breathing.
The park was smothered in darkness, the only light source being a flickering street light near the road.

Reaching into his back pocket, Pete pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, swiftly lighting the former in one swift move. He puffed out, and almost died at the voice next to his.

"Those are bad for you, you know."
Pete turned to look at the source of the voice, and saw the same Mikey that was plaguing his thoughts, smiling nervously at him.

Pete grinned slightly as he took another puff,
"You scared me..." he sighed and then said, "...what are you doing here, anyway?"

Mikey looked forwards, toward the street light, and swung gently on his swing.
"Couldn't sleep."
Pete nodded in agreement, but not wanting to admit why he couldn't sleep. He didn't want to think about the tall boy next to him, but he was.

The two sat there quietly for several minutes before Mikey turned back to Pete and mumbled,
"Hey, uh... this'll sound really weird, but... uh, can I kiss you again?"

Pete smiled wider than was considered normal, nodding at the boy next to him, then turned and softly pressed his lips against Mikey's.

The night was dark and cold, but the two boys sat on the swings, sharing warmth and feeling perfect in the moment as they pushed their bodies together, kissing gently as the night progressed silently around them.

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School was difficult for them. They mutually agreed to keep their relationship secret, meaning they must check every direction for the coast to be clear to enter an empty classroom together.
They even brought their bass guitars and told everyone they would be practising.

"Ever noticed how Mikey and Pete spend a lot more time together lately?" Ray munched on his apple in the music room, and the others turned to him, each with a different sceptical expression.

"They hate each other, they would never want to spend time together, right?" Patrick laughed as he shook his head, and turned back to his music sheet, tracing his finger over each note and humming gently.

Before anyone could respond, Pete burst through the door, hair ruffled and sticking up oddly, and out of breath. He tumbled awkwardly over the room to his bass and glanced over to Mikey's empty spot, then looked up to see everyone staring at him.