The Gay Band Book

Store Escapades at 2am [Petekey]

Mikey and Pete were currently at Pete's house, sitting in his living room.

"Hey, Mikes...." Pete started.

Mikey looked up. "Hm?"

Pete licked his lips and slowly said, "I kinda want to bake brownies...."

Mikey looked at him for a good few seconds before breaking out into laughter. "Okay, fine, I kind of want some brownies, too."

Pete grinned and cheered. "Whoo! Let's go, then?"

"Yeah. Lemme get my shoes on."

Pretty soon they were out in the blustery cold, the wind blowing Pete's fringe in his eyes making him whine. Mikey would laugh at him and tell him to 'man up'.

.....To which Pete would then begin to chase Mikey.

Mikey ran away giggling, easily outpacing Pete, who could not keep up.

"Mikey, slow down!"

"No, you're gonna kill me!" Mikey laughed, looking brightly over his shoulder at Pete.

"Miiiiikeyyy slow down-ow." Pete's sentence was cut off as he tripped on a curb and fell on his face.

Mikey slowed down to a jog and turned around, going back to Pete.

"Ohmygod Pete, are you okay?"

Pete nodded and rubbed his face. "Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just a few scratches."

"Next time tell me not to run."

Pete was about to say he tried saying that, but then changed his mind.

"We should clean up those cuts, y'know..."

"No," Pete said defiantly. "I wanna buy this goddamn brownie mix shit. I want my goddamn brownies!"

Mikey put his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, fine, let's continue, then."

Mikey proceeded to help a limping Pete along to the corner store.

Once at the store, instead of going right to the baking aisle, Mikey deviated to the section with the bandaids and stuff.

"Mikey, last I checked brownies don't belong in this aisle."

"Shut up, I'm buying stuff for your scratches. Now sit down," Mikey instructed, pointing to the shelf close to the ground.

"Fine," Pete grumbled.

Pulling some antiseptic stuff and a package of bandaids off the shelf, Mikey kneeled in front of Pete and rolled his pant leg up to inspect the damage there.

"Alright your leg isn't too banged up, but lemme see your arm."

Pete complied.

"Yeah, I'm gonna put the stuff on that," Mikey said, dropping Pete's arm and going to open the antiseptic bottle. "Um, this might sting...."

Pete yelped when the liquid met with the cut.

"Ow! What the hell?!"

"Shhh," Mikey hushed, quickly applying a plaster.

Pete scowled.

As Mikey was about to pour more of the stuff on a different cut, a shadow loomed over them.

"Sir, are you gonna buy that?"

Mikey looked up to see a displeased looking sales associate.

"No," he said sarcastically. "I'm just gonna leave it here, half used."

The sales associate stood wide-eyed at Mikey's retort.

"Mikey," Pete hissed. "What was that??"

"With that behaviour I'm afraid you're not allowed in this store. Please leave." The associate said, gaining their composure.

"Nice going," Pete mumbled as Mikey helped him stand up. "And we didn't even buy the brownies..."