You and I

When Pete Wentz first laid eyes on Mikey Way, he had a feeling that he was the one.

Patrick had scoffed when Pete told him. He had good reason to do so, though. Pete had thought that many different men and women could’ve been the one. But, this time, Pete was sure of it.

“He’s perfect, ‘Trick,” Pete would tell him, “He’s got this cute little smile and he’s just so sweet. He’s a bit shy, though… but I’m sure I can get him to come out of his shell, even just a little bit.”

Even Patrick had to admit that Pete had it bad. The Fall Out Boy bassist was truly head over heels for the My Chemical Romance bassist, but he hesitated to make his move.

Not only was Pete smitten… but he was also afraid of rejection, something that never happened before.

Of course, there were other factors that prevented Pete from telling Mikey how he felt. The most prominent of these factors was Mikey’s older brother and My Chem’s front man, Gerard. Gerard was a nice guy, but if he caught you staring at his sweet little brother for too long, you were on his list permanently. Pete saw the way Gerard glared at Gabe Saporta when he danced with Mikey at a bar. He did not want to be on the receiving end of that glare.

There was also the fact that their schedules conflicted. Their rehearsals were back-to-back eight times out of ten. Their performances, however, were not, but they couldn’t talk because they were, well, performing.

Somehow, though, they managed to hang out quite a bit. Typically, they’d run into each other at a bar or a club. Sometimes, they’d be in a mosh pit at another band’s performance and quite literally collide into each other. Pete didn’t complain, though- just seeing Mikey, whether it be at a Starbucks, a bar, or in a mosh pit, always made his day better.

Being with Mikey at the concerts or the clubs were nice, but his favorite place to hang out was nearby the clearing where bonfires would be held. When it was quiet, he’d just lie there on the grass next to Mikey and watch the stars. Pete would often think about what he wished he could do with Mikey out there- hold him, kiss him, touch him, make love to him. But, until that day came, he’d just have to be content with holding his hand in a platonic way, sharing only friendly hugs and cuddling for warmth on the chilly nights they’d spend there.

Mikey knew that what he felt for Pete the moment he saw him wasn’t normal.

Rather than discuss this with his brother, Mikey went to Frank. This was the first time Mikey had ever felt anything like this another guy, so he figured Frank was the person to go to in this case.

“So, this is the first guy you’ve ever liked?” Frank asked, searching the minifridge for a beer.

“Y-yeah… I, uh, didn’t want to go to Gerard because… y’know,” Mikey mumbled.

“It’s probably better that you came to me,” Frank said. He offered Mikey a beer, who took it. “Gee would probably rip the poor bastard’s balls off.” Frank paused to take a sip of his beer. “If you don’t mind me asking, who exactly is it that you’ve fallen in love with?”

Mikey mumbled something Frank couldn’t understand.

“Say that again, Mikes?”

“P…Pete Wentz.”

Frank didn’t looked shocked in the least… in fact, he had a knowing smirk on his face.

“What the- you knew?”

“Well, yeah,” Frank laughed, “I’ve seen the way you stare at Wentz when you watch him perform. You have this look of absolute adoration, man. Plus, you kinda mumble his name in your sleep.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. Gerard’s such a heavy sleeper, though, he never noticed. In fact, he’s the only one who doesn’t know.

Mikey gulped.

“This means you have to tell him, man.”

Mikey’s face showed a look of pure terror.

Frank threw an arm over his friend’s shoulder. “Mikey, Gerard’s not going to hate you or anything.”

“Oh, I know. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Well, if it’s not that, then- oh!” Frank laughed, “Dude, you’re fearing for Pete’s genitalia!”

Mikey’s face went bright red. “W-well, yeah! I, uh, I d-don’t want him to, y’know, um…”

Frank was laughing so hard, he fell off the couch.

“I-it’s not funny!”

“Y-you’re right, man… it’s totally not,” Frank said, wiping a tear from his eye. “It’s cute, though. Look, man, you’ll only make it worse if you don’t tell Gerard yourself. And it really has to be you that tells him. He’ll think I’m making it up or something. So, march your ass over to Gerard and let him know… who knows, he might not rip off Pete’s balls.”