alone together ー petekey

IX

It's raining. It's fucking pouring outside, forcing Mikey to stay inside and play video games. Stay inside--or, in other words, stay away from Pete. 

Of course, Mikey calls Pete, and they engage in a very tense round of Mario Kart, but nonetheless, Mikey still can't see Pete or touch Pete or kiss the little freckle right beside Pete's nose.

"Gonna annihilate you in the next round," Mikey grins over the phone. "You're going to be assaulted with a variety of shells."

"Sure," Pete says and proceeds to kick Mikey's ass at Mario Kart.

"There's no way you didn't cheat!" Mikey whines as they set up another round. "I hate you."

"You love me," Pete snickers over the phone.

"Keep dreaming," Mikey snorts. There's a silence on the line, and suddenly, Pete disconnects from the game. "Where'd you go?"

"I'll be back later. Well, sort of. Not really."

And with that, the line dies. 

Confused, Mikey turns off his TV and takes a nap. When he wakes up, it's 4:30 in the afternoon. He groans, hearing another round of thunder booming outside. Mikey's phone buzzes, reading that he has a text from Pete. "open your door."

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Mikey stands and walks to the front door, stopping in the bathroom to make sure he looks presentable. His eyes have bags under them, his hair is disheveled, and he's pretty sure his clothes have been on for three days straight, but he decides to live with it and goes to the door.

Mikey is surprised, to say the least, to find Pete standing in front of him, hair wet and tangled, a box of chocolates tucked safely under his arm. 

"Did you- did you run here? In the rain?" Mikey asks, a concerned tone lacing his words.

"Yeah," Pete pants, a grin on his face. "Because I've got something important to say."

"Yeah?"

"Mikeyway," Pete says, breathing heavily, "will you be my boyfriend?"

"Oh, my fucking god," Mikey says. He leans in to kiss Pete, then pulls away shortly after. "You dork. Of course."

Pete practically beams at Mikey, which causes the latter to laugh. "Come on," Mikey says, leading the positively drenched Pete inside. "Get dry before you catch pneumonia and die."

"At least I could say I died for you," Pete smirks.

Mikey rolls his eyes at the gesture, but in his chest, he feels his heart start to beat faster.