Brooklyn Nights- Petekey

Adieu?

"Mikes," I began, looking at his pretty face who looked quite nervous in this moment. "Why did you have me meet you here?" I asked calmly.

"You told me that we'd meet up again, that we'd find closure somehow." I knew it was something more than that. I see through you when we're sitting in the dark.

"No, what is the real reason you had me come here?" I asked again, keeping my eyes locked on him.

"You know why," he sighed.

"Tell me."

"Pete, I miss you. For the past year, I couldn't stop thinking about you and how I wished you were with me." He fell quiet for a moment, picking at his finger nails, looking away before looking back at me as I pulled his fingers into mine. "When we recorded 'The Black Parade', we stayed at this mansion. The mansion was haunted, and I unknowingly chose the most haunted room to stay in. The mansion messed with our heads, we'd see things at certain times, all of us, and at points it made us think bad things. I kept seeing you in these visions, Pete," his eyes started to water and I squeezed his hand to comfort him, "bad things were happening to you and I couldn't help and I wanted to hold you and protect you. The whole feel of the mansion put me in a really dark place, and I had to go stay with my friend, Stacy, for a while to get in a better place mentally, ya know?" I nodded, reaching up to gently wipe the spilled tears off of his cheeks. "I got better and went and finished the album, but I had to be with you again, even if it was for just a night. I needed to see you, I l-" He was about to say it, but stopped himself. "I miss you."

I half smiled, once again, and looked down to our intertwined fingers. "I'm really glad you invited me here," I paused, meeting his gaze. "And I'm really glad I came."

It was the end of our night, our one last Brooklyn Night, soon to be nothing but a memory. I didn't want it to end, ever. Did it have to be over?

Staring into his hot whisky eyes I realized that I could never stand to lose him again. Coming back to New York, back here tonight, I was hoping for something I thought a while ago to be "impossible". But nothing's impossible. I never wanted this to be a "'Brooklyn Night' adieu". I wanted this to be a "get the fuck back together and be Brooklyn Nights happy again". Of everything that happened in the past year, none of the girls or the boys in the world could be compared to Mikey Way. I love him. I need him.

"Mikey," I whispered.

"Pete," he whispered back softly.

"Does this have to be a goodbye?"

"I don't know... Do you want it to be?"

"I want to make it work" I looked at him hopefully, "I don't care if we go public or not, I want to be with you." We sat in silence for a moment, I stared at him, almost sadly, before his face lit up. Before I knew it, those lips that I hadn't really tasted in a year were on mine again. This kiss wasn't playful like the other small kisses today, it was careful and soft. The butterflies in my stomach exploded into the fireworks I would always feel when I kissed Mikey.

After pulling away, he spoke, still beaming, "Pete, we can go public. I don't care anymore what people will say, as long as I have you by my side. We're strong together."

I grinned and kissed him again. I can't believe this is happening; it feels so right and perfect. This moment is everything I've hoped for and this man is everything I've dreamed of, a thousand times over. Maybe it's the familiarity, or maybe it's the way his lips are moving against mine like I'm all he's ever wanted as well, but I'm totally back in love.