Small Talk

Pete Wentz Makes Friends With Mikey Way

I woke up to Mikey spooning me. It was nice I must admit. I turned over to face him and realise that he was already awake. I smile a look into his eyes. Tattooing the colour and shape into my brain. Memorising his facial structure and features.

"Morning, Pete." He said in his deep, husky morning voice.

His voice was like sex to my ears. I loved it. I smiled at him from ear to ear just appreciating the existence of Mikey Way. Some people say that parents stop having kids once they've made the perfect one. If that were Mikey's case it would be true. He's perfect. It would also be true in my case. I was the first born and I'm fucked. I'm not perfect, unlike Mikey Way. I wish other people could see how perfect he is too. Especially Bob Bryer.

"Morning, Mikey."

"Look, Pete, remember how you said you wanted to be friends?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Well, I need some help. Remember how the doctor said I'm gonna need someone to bandage my ass after I shit cause I have a broken hand? Well, I gotta shit right now." He told me.

"Yeah. I'll help. Go take a shit, I'll get the stuff."

"Thanks, Pete."

To bandage his ass the doctor said we need to put dry ice on it then apply liquid bandage. He also said to use detol in hot water to disinfect it everytime we do this. I hope Mikey likes hot baths. When Mikey was done shitting I had everything ready.

"Need some help?" I asked.

He was clearly in a lot of pain when walking to the toilet let alone getting up now.

"Yeah, thanks."

He really did appreciate my gesture. I picked him up bridal style and then carried him over to the bath and got in with him. Lowering him down slowly so he could get used to the temperature and the stinging.

"Ah, fuck, this stings." He complained.

"I bet it does. I'm sorry. How about I tell you a bit about myself to distract you?" I suggested.

"Sure." He agreed.

"Well, my full name is Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. I was born in Chicago, Illinois as well as my sister and brother. We moved to Belleville when I was seven. My sister's name is Hillary an my brother's name is Andrew. Our parents are away on business trips a lot. So I'm left in charge of the house and my siblings. I'm allowed to throw parties when they're away as long as it's not on a school night. I love soccer but not how some soccer players make the injury seem worse than it is. I hate my team mates. I'm bisexual and sixteen. I met Patrick, Joe, and Andy over the internet. They are only here because they are visiting me from Chicago. I'm also bipolar and take meds to help with emotions. I had dog called Snowy. I also have an ex girlfriend who has nudes of me and I got her pregnant last summer. That's it."

"You got a girl pregnant?" He asked.

"Yeah. Our little boy is named Bronx."

"I haven't ever seen anyone at school carrying around a baby. Is she from somewhere else?" Mikey asked.

Now he was curious about this whole, 'I have a kid's thing. He probably won't want to be in a relationship with me after this. Why did I tell him that?

"Yeah. Last summer mom and dad took us to Chicago for a vacation and I met my girlfriend for the first time in real life there. Before that we had only seen each other over Skype because we met over the internet. Anyway, we got a bit too horny and now here is my beautiful son, Bronx." I explained to him.

"How do you two share him? Like does he come here and you after him for so long? Or what?"

"My ex gets him the first two months of the year and I get him the next two months and so forth."

"Ok."

That was the end of our conversation. I picked him and got him out of the now cold water and dried him off. I dry iced his wound and then applied the liquid bandage. I picked him up again, careful off his ass, and carried him back to the bed. The doctor also told us that Mikey would need to eat a lot less so his wound would heal faster. He said that Mikey should chew gum to trick his body into thinking that he has been eating. We decided that Mikey could have small snacks at dinner but other than that he can't eat a thing that isn't gum.

"Do you want me to go get lots of gum for you? Anything else?" I asked him.

"The gum, somes pencils and a sketch book."

With that I got my money and went to find Mikey his desired needs. It was harder than expected to find him a sketch book though. How the hell are they so hard to find!?

"Probably cause you're looking at chocolate." They mom beside me said.

I muttered a reply back to her and went to find d the sketch books. When I got back Mikey was asleep again. He's so cute when he sleeps. I decided to get in with him and cuddle. I wish he was my boyfriend. I fell asleep not long after. I woke up to Hilly poking me.

"What do you want?"

"I need some money. My friends and I are going to get pizza. We won't bring it back here. Promise."

"Fine. Here." I said handing her my wallet.

She knows to only spend as much as she's asked for. I went back to sleep cuddled up with Mikey. Although not for long as the police entered followed by Mikey's friends.