alone together ー petekey

VIII

"Mikey, carry me!" Pete says, pretending to limp.

"You scraped your knee; I think you can walk."

"No," Pete protests, "I was cursed by one of the fish because I called it ugly."

"You called all of the fish ugly!"

"Irrelevant! Carry me!" Pete whines.

"Loser," Mikey says, rolling his eyes. "C'mon."

Pete happily obliges, and Mikey scoops him up in his arms and carries him bridal-style all the way to his house. When they reach the porch, Mikey sets Pete down, which causes Pete to complain.

"Piggy back ride?"

"Oh, my God, Pete. No."

"Please? How can you resist this face?" Pete pouts, jutting out his bottom lip.

"I think anyone can resist that," Mikey grins, unlocking the front door and walking inside. He leads Pete into his room, making him sit down on top of the bed. Pete falls off the bed and hits the floor, causing Mikey to laugh.

"Mikeyway, I'm bleeding on your floor. Fix me," Pete says dramatically, crawling out from under the bed and sitting beside Mikey. He holds up his scraped knee, and Mikey notices blood. "See?"

"Shit. I'll be back in a minute. Wait here."

Mikey goes to the kitchen to get a damp cloth and a band-aid. When he comes back, Gerard inside, looking Pete dead in the eye.

"Treat my brother right, or I'll snap you in half like a damn twig. Got it?"

"Y-yeah, I -"

"Gerard!" Mikey groans, causing Gerard to jump back.

"Yes, brother, dear?"

"Get out!"

Gerard does as told, and Mikey locks the door behind him. His phone vibrates, and Mikey sees that it's a text from Gerard.

He has my seal of approval.

"I'm fifteen years old, and I'm dying because of a fish curse, Mikey. Help."

"I think you'll live," Mikey says sarcastically, rolling his eyes and starting to work on Pete's knee.