Wrist With A Twist

I Slept With Someone From Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Song

Pete

We were laying in bed, Mikey was tracing my tattoos with his fingertips.

"I have to get to work..." He mumbled.

"Stay with me, sweet little dude." I plead.

"I pay financial support for this family because your lazy ass doesn't do anything!" He joke-yelled, while bolting upright.

"Okay, chill out. Go to work my sweet dude." I say, half exhausted.

"Dude?" He questioned.

"Dude." I finalize what I originally said.

He rolled off of the bed, begrudgingly, to go and put his uniform on. His hat was the first thing he grabbed from the floor. The name of the restaurant, screaming beans, was scrawled across the front of the hat.

I look down at my wrist, as always, mikey is written on it in cursive.

"I love you, Mikey." I say casually.

"I love you too, Pete." He said, slipping his khakis on.

"Stay with me, little dude."

"I have to work." Mikey started to argue but soon stopped and looked at his boyfriend with a smirk. "Unless you wanna join me?"

I leaped out of the bed. I headed towards my drawer, because unlike Mikey, I'm a neat person. That's a lie, this is actually Mikey's drawer and I am stealing clothes because all of mine are lost.

"Stay out of my drawer." He whined. I dug through anyways and pulled out a pair of neon pink skinny jeans.

"Why the fuck do you have theses?!"

"They're my sisters!"

"You don't have a sister!"

"They're Gerard's!" He yelled.

"Now that, I believe."

I rolled my eyes and threw on a pair of faded gray ones.

"Well, lets get goin'." He said, placing his hands on his hips while he stood in the door. He had already gotten dressed and fixed his brown hair.

"Don't forget your glasses." I said, tossing his black and white frames to him.

We walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

"Can't we just get something at your job? You do work at a coffee shop right?" I questioned him.

"Okay, but we don't sell cereal at the shop..." He said, stepping away from our snack cabinet.

"I can eat something else, you're gonna be late." The clock read 7:55, he needed to be there in five minutes.

"Shit!" He grabbed the keys to the apartment and ran out the door and down the hallway.

"Wait up! I have short legs!"

Egg wrote all of this, enjoy!

(That's a lie I wrote the pink jean part ✌️️
-Jess)

So long and good night
-Kess