Brooklyn Nights- Petekey

It's Not a Fashion Statement

Based off of the song Brooklyn Nights by Lady Gaga

"Remember, Hemingway gets two cups of food in the morning and please make sure he has water in his bowl," I called to my best friend, Patrick, who just got off the phone with someone. He was going to be house sitting and taking care of my bulldog for the week while I was away.

He gave me an empathetic look, and sighed. "Okay, Pete I'll make sure. Just know that you can always call me if you need someone to talk to," the slightly shorter dude said kindly, hugging me. He understood that this was a difficult time for me, but knew that what I was going to do needed to be done.

"Thank you so much for everything, Patrick. I'll check in tomorrow," I said with a half smile, still hugging him. Once he let go, we went to grab my bags and bring them to the car. He grabbed my carry-on while I rolled my larger suitcase, sticking them both in the trunk. I got into my car, waving to him as I pulled out of my driveway. My flight was at 11 am and it was already 9:30. I hoped my disguise of wearing a suit and trying to hide my "emo" look would not attract any paparazzi. I really didn't need the attention right now, not today, or tomorrow, or the rest of the week.

I went through security pretty easily and ordered a coffee at the airport Starbuck's without anybody recognizing me. Actually, the barista may have recognized me, seeing the way her eyes widened when she first saw me before taking my order.

I made my way to my gate, sitting down to drink my coffee. I was a little anxious, and after fifteen minutes of waiting I was able to board my flight.

I found my first class seat next to an older lady and sat down, tucking my carry-on under the seat in front of me. The plane took off and I sighed. That's when I started thinking, and everything hit me at once when I realized where I was going. I was headed to New York City, not on vacation but more of an "unfinished business" trip. It was late July, and it had been one year since I've let Mikey Way go.

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Introductions are rough, sorry. This chapter is short but the next ones are much longer and better written. I might edit this more, I might not. I have the two chapters after the next completed and I don't know when I'm going to finish chapter two, but it's partly completed. Thank you for reading and please stick around.

xoxo A

Side note: does anyone know the Petekey fic where Frank thinks Gerard's name is 'Gavin' or the one were someone pours Monster into their coffee and says "I'm going to die"?? I can't think of them and I've searched and it's driving me crazy.