Petekey oneshots {petekey}

im not angry anymore

Song fic // I'm not angry anymore by paramore

"Two weeks before we got together, you were so happy."

The house of rage was particularly quiet on the unsettling afternoon, Mikey was in the kitchen. He sat at the counter, hands dragging his keys lightly across the marble surface.

He wasn't afraid of speaking up, he could have stopped pete, he could have held him back, but unlike the keys he let Pete slip through his fingers

He was a silent ghost in the house, he wasn't angry, he wasn't banging doors and creating a whirlwind of terror as ghosts do. However he watched without fear as that's what Pete did, Mikey wasn't mad about it; he knew pete was coping. Everything pete had was crumbling beneath them and without wanting to, he was just letting it happen.

"Mikey, what the hell do you mean? You cheated on me?" Pete shouted, his voice was enough to warn off all demons that haunted them, but instead a shiver of horror crawled up Mikey's spine.

"It was one time, Pete I'm really fucking sorry," Mikey whispered.

"Don't even fucking say that, you don't get to be fucking sorry!"

So Mikey didn't speak cause all he wanted to say to Pete was how sorry he was, so he stopped speaking.

Pete left leaving Mikey alone in the house, scared of the demons and memories engraved on the walls. It was creeping up his spine.

A smile returned itself to Pete's face a couple of weeks later. he wasn't upset with Mikey, but he had waited too long to say it; Mikey was gone and forgiveness would never bring him back.

Disappointment settled itself in both boys' brains, finding discomfort in everything that once was and happiness in what was about to be.

Weeks passed and things got better for them both.  

But things weren't completely patched up between the two. About five weeks after the inevitable break they needed to take Mikey had seen Pete again.

Inches apart from him, but Mikey stopped himself, holding his words in. 

"Babe, what do you want?" Pete asked, and Mikey wanted to answer so bad, but instead a boy with a beanie slouching off his head spoke. 

"French-Vanilla, right?" Pete asked, and the boy nodded, causing Pete to smile and laugh. Watching it made Mikey feel so sick he wanted to puke, they were all too sweet, but he remembered he would have that too, and it only made him feel worse.