Petekey Oneshots

I'm Sorry

Word Count: 500+

My heart was beating so fast I thought it might actually stop. I was shaking uncontrollably, and I could feel beads of swear forming on the back of my neck, just above my shirt collar. I debated just leaving, and forgetting my past. But something kept me from bolting off the doorstep, so I figured that was my sign that this had to happen.

As I reached for the doorbell, the large white door swung open.

"Pete?"

Hearing my name come from his mouth for the first time in years made my heart skip a beat.

"H-hi Mikey," I forced the words to leave my lips.

"What are you doing here? It's been, like, two years."

"I missed you."

We met each other's gaze, and I swear he had the same look in his eyes as when we would say 'I love you'.

"I, uh-"

"You don't have to miss me, and I'm not expecting you to fall in love with me again. I just, I couldn't live with myself without closure, okay?" I pleaded.

"Okay. So, do you wanna come in, or...?" Mikey trailed off.

"That'd be great."

Mikey stepped aside to allow room for my to walk inside. He gestured to his overstuffed beige couch and told me to take a seat.

"You've redecorated," I observed.

"Cut the crap, Pete. I don't want small talk. My girlfriend is gonna be home in about thirty minutes, so please make this quick."

Being stabbed probably would've hurt less than hearing him say he has a girlfriend. I knew he had been ashamed of being gay, but I never thought he'd deny himself a real relationship. Or maybe I was his only exception.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being such a shirt boyfriend. I'm sorry for forgetting your birthday and our anniversary. I'm sorry for making out with Patrick. I'm sorry for wasting your time. You deserved so much better than me, and I'm so sorry."

It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I thought doing this would only drag me into the past, and once more I wouldn't be able to let go of it. But I had the closure I had always needed, and everything actually felt okay for the first time in a long, long time.

Until Mikey's response came, and that euphoric feeling changed to that of a spear going directly through my heart.

"What the fuck makes you think you can hurt me like you did, not speak a word to me for two years, and suddenly come knocking on my door because you finally grew a pair and could own up to your actions? I only have one last thing to say to you, and I am going to make myself very clear: fuck you, Pete Wentz. Fuck. You."

So much genuine anger poured out of Mikey that it was almost scary. But this was well deserved, and I knew it.

Without another word, I stood up and walked out. I haven't seen or heard from Mikey since. I'm glad he's been able to move on, because I know how hard it is to dwell on what we could've been, and he doesn't deserve that pain.

A/N:
When I first thought of this idea I was gonna give it a cute ending but that I was like "lol fuck that" so here we are.

Sorry for the month long hiatus, I was super busy with the end of school, but now that I'm out for the summer I'll have more time to work on this.

That being said, if you have any prompts you'd like to suggest, you can always leave a comment and I'll get right to it.

Oh, and thank you so much for 200+ reads! I know it's nothing much, but it honestly means so much to me that people chose to read my crappy little oneshot book, so if you've read any chapter, left any comment, or voted, I'd like to thank you so much! Without you guys, this thing wouldn't have made it past the first three stories. 😘

One more thing before this gets way too fucking long (it already is let's be real), I uploaded my first chapter of my new phanfic, Shelter. I'm really excited about it, so if you could give it a read I'd really appreciate it!

As always, thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed, leave a comment and a vote! Bye!