Pete stood outside the Way house, pondering if he should screech Mikey's name , barge in and kidnap him, or politely knock on the door.
He decided to return to his ugly ass car and honk repeatedly while screeching "MICHAEL JAMES WAY" over and over out of the car window.
Mikey stuck his head out of his window to find pete waiting for him sitting in his yellow checkered car.
"Wait, what?" Mikey yelled back as he raised a brow.
"Get in! I'm taking you around the city for a ride! Remember?" Pete beamed. Mikey suddenly remembered how Pete had asked him if he had wanted to go on a joyride around the city and nodded carefully.
"Coolio, I'll be out in a few."
Pete smiled slightly as he waited for the cutest boy alive, turning the radio up to blast Billie Joe Armstrong's beautiful voice.
Gerard pushed Mikey out of the house and yelled something along the lines of "enjoy yourselves, wear protection, if you have an alien baby I'm disowning you" before closing the goddamn door.
"OH, YEAH, WEAR YOUR SEATBELT TOO!" Gerard called out after them.
Mikey clearly didnt give two fucks about road safety and brushed Gerard's words away, but Pete leaned over and buckled the seatbelt.
"Dude," Mikey pouted and like a 3 year old, he tried to remove the seatbelt.
His hands were swatted away.
"Don't want your dead body to be my takeaway from this date."
"....a date..?" Mikey stammered.
"Yeah, kinda."
Pete smiled at him and for an eternity (or a fraction of a second), Mikey swore he could've just leaned in and kissed him, but Gerard was probably spying on them inside the house.
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Pete had excitedly pointed at all the places Mikey already knew. The windows were down, the Green Day album at full blast, everything was fine and dandy.
They had been driving around until the sun had set. Pete pulled over in a parking lot and got out, with Mikey following suit.
Both of them sat together in silence on the car boot. The silence was broken with Pete eagerly tugging at mikey's sleeve and pointing at the sky.
"Mikes! do you know what that star says?"
"Since when could you communicate with stars? Pete Wentz, star whisperer." Mikey rolled his eyes and looked up as well.
"It says something, like, I don't know, Mikey James Way is the greatest person Pete wentz has ever known, and he's in love with...him."
Pete choked out the last word and yelped as Mikey swatted his arm and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Pete, you know what that star says?" Mikey said, pointing at another star.
"It says you're a cheesy dork." Mikey made a face at the other boy who simply chortled and swatted him back.
"Mikey, why am I in love with you? You keep saying meanie meanie things," Pete said coyly, his arm reaching to wrap around Mikey's waist. Mikey shuddered at his touch and decided to one-up his game and draped his gangly arm over Pete's shoulders.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III, go out with me."
Pete fell over and landed on the ground in a heap of homosexual confusion.
"How do you know my full name?" Pete accused, rubbing his butt.
Mikey stared at him fondly. "Class lists exist, dork."
Pete crinkled his nose and got up unsteadily, and proceeded to a lá Gerard Arthur Way and stumble into Mikey's arms.
He leaned up to peck him lightly on the lips.
"I need verbal consent, Wentz."
"Yes. I will go out with you, you giant fucking nerd."
The two got back in the car,grinning like idiots at their teenage vow in a parking lot.
Under the starry sky, Mikey pointed out the Greek constellations and even tried to attempt staring so hard and the the sky he could see Mars.
Two nerds disgustingly in love.
