Too Cold to Shiver (Trans Petekey)

Part 8.

"You know, Pete, when I invited you to my house I thought we'd actually do stuff. I didn't plan on watching you text Mikey for four hours," Pete's best friend, Brendon remarked, glaring at the boy sitting across from him on his bed.

"Sorry, sorry," Pete apologized to Brendon, for probably the tenth time.

Pete and Mikey had been talking nonstop since they had exchanged kiks. Plus, Pete would always tell his IRL friends all about Mikey. They were getting tired of listening. Brendon once said if he ever met Mikey he would punch her in the face because he was tired of hearing about her.

"What do you guys even talk about?" Brendon asked in an annoyed tone.

Pete set his phone down on the bed and thought about that question.
"We don't really talk about anything," Pete shrugged.

"What the fuck? The doesn't even make sense," Brendon rolled his eyes.

Before Pete had a chance to reply, Brendon quickly changed the subject. "Yo, I'm really hungry. We should go order a pizza or some shit."

"That's the greatest idea you've had in a long time, Urie," Pete chuckled.

Brendon rolled his eyes, over dramatically. "Rude." But he laughed along with Pete.

"HEY, MOM, CAN PETE AND I GET SOM PIZZA?!!" Brendon yelled down the stairs to his mother.

"Pizza? YOU JUST HAD PIZZA YESTERDAY!" His mom yelled back.

Brendon groaned, "YEAH BUT PETE'S DIDN'T AND HE DESERVES PIZZA."

"UGH. FINE. BUT YOU'RE GOING TO ORDER IT."

"YAS! THANK YOU MOM!" Brendon yelled as he pulled out his phone.

PeteWeezy:
GUESS WHO'S GETTING PIZZA FOR DINNER!!

Way Bae:
WHAAAAAAAATTT??!? THATS NOT FAIR!!

Way Bae:
MY MOM'S MAKING ORGANIC MAC N CHEESE. HELP.

"Hey, Pete, what kind of pizza do you want?" Brendon asked with the phone pressed against his ear.

"Uh....I don't care," Pete replied, while typing out his response to Mikey.

"Ugh. You're so difficult," Brendon muttered under his breath.

"But you still love me," Pete joked.

"I am buying you pizza, so I guess," Brendon shook his head with a smile on his face.

Pete Weezy:
I'd invite you to come and eat pizza with me but I doubt your mom would be cool with it.

Way Bae:
That'd be great. It'd be cool if we lived closer so we could actually hang out.

Pete Weezy:
YES!!! My friends would probably hate it because I'd never talk to them again cuz you're 10000% cooler then they are.

Way Bae:
Aweeeeeeee

Pete Weezy:
My friends probably all hate you already because I talk about you all the time

Way Bay:
AWEEEEEEE

If I had any friends I'd tell them about you.

Pete Weezy:
Exactly why you need to live by me! You don't deserve to be lonely

Way Bae:
Stop being so nice!

Pete giggled while Brendon ended the pizza place.

"Pizza's on its way!" Brendon announced. "They guy said it'll take like 20 minutes."

"What? That's too long," Pete joked.

Brendon stared at Pete's phone for a second before saying, "okay now I'm actually interested in who the Mikey girl is. I wanna pictures."

Pete looked up at Brendon, a surprised look on his face.

"She doesn't really have lots of pictures of herself," Pete explained.

"So you have no idea what she looks like?" Brendon asked.

"No. I've seen a picture of her. But I'm pretty sure she deleted it off her Instagram," Pete answered, coolly.

"Oh please. Like you didn't screenshot that shit."

Pete just stared at Brendon for a minute.

"Fuck, why do you know me so well?"

As Pete looked through his pictures the sound of a door being slammed shut ring through the house.

The worst part about Brendon's room was that there was no door. He slept in the attic which was only accessible through a flight of stairs in the kitchen. His parents moved him up there so they would be able to hear if he was having sex. That still didn't stop him, of course. Anyway, since there was no door you could hear everything that was happening downstairs. So Pete and Brendon both just tried to ignore the noise and conversations.

When Pete showed Brendon the picture , he just shrugged.
"Eh. She's okay,"

Pete just rolled his eyes. "She's a lot better 'just okay,'" Pete stated.

"What, you think she's hot?" Brendon asked.

"Who's Brendon talking to?" Pete could hear Brendon's dad ask in the kitchen.

"His friend, Pete, is over," Mrs. Urie answered.

"Who's Pete? I don't think I've ever met him," Mr. Urie stated.

Pete tried to tune them out and listen to Brendon. But for some reason Pete couldn't tune out Brendon's parents.

"You know Pete. He's the one who Brendon hangs out with all the time. The boy with the emo hair who always wears those sinful rock band shirts?"

Pete laughed at that response.

"I remember that being a girl. Yeah, a girl named Lucy or something like that,". Mr. Urie said.

Pete's heart clenched at those words.

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I'm not sure if that was a decent chapter ending or of it was just cutting it off? Oh well. I'm so sorry for the chapter ending. The next one will pick it up in Mikey's pov so.....yeah

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