Worst Enemies ; Petekey, Ryden, Frerard

Eight: Ray Toro is a fucking genius

A couple of weeks had passed since Pete's revelation on the toilet floor, and Mikey still hadn't talked to him since the break up, or the others for that matter. He had completely steered clear of all his friends, knowing Pete would be with them, and he couldn't face taking to Pete.

"Fuck's sake, the silence between them is worse than the bloody arguing." Gerard whispered to Frank and Patrick one day, and solemn nods were the only response.

It was true, because Pete was getting so crazy over Mikey, he just wanted to confess his love every second he spent near him, or apart from him, there wasn't really a difference. But he was sure Mikey hated him, and he didn't know what to do.

Mikey wasn't too different, he couldn't stand speaking to Pete, because he was afraid Pete hated him. He regretted the break up almost the second he did it, and now he was almost certain Pete hated him for it.
He just wanted to grab Pete and kiss him. He had realised his fears were stupid, but now he couldn't do anything. He really liked Pete, but he was sure Pete hated him.

So they never looked at each other or spoke to each other, only making the lust and love (on Pete's behalf) stronger.

Pete sat, staring at the wall in a daze as Patrick spoke to him.
"Are you even listening to me?" Patrick suddenly raised his voice and Pete snapped out of his daze, eyes darting to Patrick in an instant as he stuttered a response,
"What? Y-yeah, yeah..."

Patrick sighed and leaned forward on the table in the canteen. He frowned as Pete zoned out once again, and Patrick turned to see where Pete was staring. Oh. Of course, Mikey Way.

He was sitting at the end of the room, by Ryan and some other kid that Patrick didn't know or care about. Mikey was smiling as Ryan was talking, but, even from across the room, Patrick could see the obvious sadness in his eyes.

He turned back to Pete, who was still admiring from afar. He caught Pete's attention with a snap of his fingers.
"You've got to talk to him, it's been weeks since you last spoke."

Pete furrowed his eyebrows and grumbled,
"I already tried."

"And?"
Pete sighed as he put his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes.
"He fucking dumped me."

"Oh come on, you're better than being sad over this! What happened to old douchebag Pete?" Patrick tried to set a happier mood and smiled painfully, but Pete closed his eyes and let his head drop to the table, before letting out a small grumble,

"Old douchebag Pete fell in love."

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"And Brendon fucking made out with Dallon right in front of me! But I really like him and I thought he liked me, what happened?"

Ryan was waving his arms around as he ranted at Mikey, who rolled his eyes in response.
"I know, Ryan, I was there. I'm pretty sure it was part of the dare, nothing personal."

"But he didn't even-" Ryan's voice faded slowly into the background as Mikey zoned out the conversation, uninterested in Ryan's love life.

His mind fuzzed for a bit, before he noticed Patrick and Pete looking their way, were they talking about him?
"Hey Ryan, is it just me or are they staring at us?" Mikey whispered and vaguely pointed, trying not to catch much attention.

Unfortunately, Ryan was busy rambling on about Brendon and didn't care about Mikey's problems at all. Luckily for Mikey, the boy beside him, who had stayed quiet all lunch, spoke up.
"Yeah, they are staring at you. Most likely talking about you, too."

Mikey turned, mildly shocked at this tall, black-haired boy and then asked,
"Uh, who are you?"

The boy blushed and mumbled,
"Phil. You're Mikey, right?"