I fucking miss my boyfriend.
No, not like how Gerard misses Frank. Gerard sees Frank all the fucking time, and I only see Pete once every few months.
You might be thinking, 'That's not so bad, is it, Mikey?'
It is.
If we were standing face-to-face and you asked me that, I'd fucking scream and punch a window. But we're not, so be glad you don't have to witness that.
The point is, I need to see Pete. I haven't seen him in 4 months, and I've been away on a family trip while he was working with his band. Sure, I love my family, but facetiming Pete every night just isn't enough. I need to see him in the flesh.
So that's why he's arranged for a one-week break from the band. He's flying all the way here and back, and it means the world to me.
A hand grips my shoulder lightly. I look over and see that it's Gerard.
"Hey, Mikey, you okay?"
I don't respond. I mumble something about wanting to see Pete sooner, and Gerard just sighs.
"Hey, we're going to land any minute. They told us to buckle up and turn off our electronics around 20 minutes ago, which means that we're going to land really soon. He's meeting us at the airport, okay?"
"Okay." I say quietly, and my voice is barely heard over the sound of the engines.
It's as if my nonexistent prayers have been answered when the pilot speaks on the intercom and announces that we'll be landing in a few minutes. He briefs us on the time and weather, but I don't listen.
"Mikey, look!" Gerard says, causing me to jump a little and turn to the window. We watch as the plane lands on the ground and starts to roll.
"Ugh, I want off." I groan, burying my face in my hands.
"We'll be off really soon, I promise."
Gerard ends up being right. We roll to a stop within ten minutes, and they start letting us off after another five. When we finally get inside the airport, I skip getting my bag; I just want to see Pete.
And I finally see him, in a not-so-crowded airport, calling out my name and looking straight at me. I smile widely—I don't think I've smiled this wide in a long time—and run towards him, as fast as I can. Tears are welling up in my eyes and holy shit, it's so hard not to cry.
I'm running at him, and my lungs are about to collapse, because damn, I need to exercise. And suddenly we're inches apart, and he jumps into my arms, straddling me. I hear him sniffle as he buries his face in my shoulder. I realize I'm practically fucking sobbing right now, and I need to calm down, but I can't because I have a crying Pete Wentz in my arms. And we don't fucking care what anyone thinks. We have each other now, even if it's only for a little while.
"Fuck, I missed you so much—" Pete says in between gasps for breath. "—fuck, I love you, I love you so much, Mikey. I'm not going to leave your side for the next week."
"I love you too, I—" I can't finish my sentence because I'm crying too hard.
"Hey, no, don't cry, baby boy—" Pete lets himself down from my arms and reaches up on his toes to give me a hug. A real hug, around the neck. And he kisses my cheek and tells me it's going to be okay, that's he's here, and that he loves me a lot.
I can't stop shaking and crying. I know Frank and Gerard are watching us because I can see them from the corner of my eye. Gerard has a dark look on his face and he's glaring at Pete, but Frank's smiling like an idiot.
And suddenly I realize —hey, I'm here with my boyfriend now, so why am I crying? I wipe my tears and the smile reappears on my face, and Pete's face lights up.
"There it is." He says, his smile widening.
"What?" I ask.
"Your smile. It's worth a thousand bucks, Mikey."
And then I kiss him.
It's a gentle kiss; I lean down, dip him in the air, and press my lips to his. It's cute, and I like it. I miss it. I crave it.
"Sorry," I say, pulling away.
"Why are you sorry?" Pete smiles.
"I-uh, I don't know."
"Don't apologize; I liked it." Pete takes my hand. "C'mon, you need to get your bag."
We eventually get my bag, and I force Pete to say hi to Gerard, who is still glaring at my boyfriend like he killed his father.
"Hi," Pete says with a small shrug. I roll my eyes and bat his shoulder.
"What are your intentions with the youngest Way? Will you take care of my baby brother?"
"For fuck's sake, Gee!" I groan, causing Frank to laugh.
"I intend to take him on a lot of dates and make him feel pretty." Pete says, causing me to blush. "Am I doing it?" He turns to me.
I mumble something incoherent, and he grins at me.
"Okay, you've got my permission. Hurt him and I'll beat the fucking hell out of you, okay?"
"Of course."
And for good measure, just to make Gerard pissed, Pete kisses me and pulls away with a smile. I roll my eyes and hold back a grin.
We make it to the car without being spotted by anyone, which is a plus. Pete rests his head on my shoulder in the back seat and ends up falling asleep on me.
I'm home, and I'm with Pete.
