All We Have Left (Petekey)

You fucked up

Mikey's POV

"You fucked up."

"Seriously? I just got through the door!"

"You fucked up." Kicking off my shoes and massaging my temples, I ignore my brother and go straight for the asprin. "Leave me alone Gee, I'm not in the mood."

"Well Alicia's pissed, well done. Also tell me who it is and I will." Grabbing a glass of water and a couple of pills I trudge upstairs to my room, casually throwing a "Pete Wentz" over my shoulder. Before opening my band covered door, I prepare myself mentally with the avalanche of hate when I call Alicia. "Don't call her then." I tell myself. "Just call her. She deserves it." I say back to myself.

"Stop talking to yourself," Gerard smirks as he walks past "Pete won't like you." I flip him off even though he's behind a closed door. Opening my own door and closing it so Brendon doesn't get pissed (he has a weird phobia and some sort of 'Spidey sense'), I pick up my phone and call Alicia.

A: what do you want

M: I wanna say sorry but I think you'll hit me

A: how?

M: you could like, reach through the phone?

A: *laughs* I guess. You're funny, but I'm still pissed

M: can I at least explain?

A: please

M: I pissed off Gerard, he told me I've changed and it's because of you so I got shit faced, didn't think straight and fucked Pete Wentz

A: oh shit

M: what do you mean?

A: I remember

M: so do I

A: I don't remember everything, can you remind me what happened?

M: we dated for a year, then one day he tried to kill himself, my parents got pissed, moved me and I haven't seen him since yesterday

A: oh

M: yeah

A: would you ever...you know. Get back together with him?

M: no

A: why not?

M: too many bad memories

A: I'm confused

M: he cheated on me

A: with?

M: Gabe Saporta

A: oh. That twatface

M: yup

A: yeesh

M: yup

A: you do know I'm breaking up with you?

M: *sigh* yeah, I know

A: friends?

M: sure

A: sorry

M: I'm reaching through the phone

A: shit! Sorry bye!

M: bye!

"Cookie?" Gerard waves a plate of cookies in my water covered face. I reach for one, snotting and crying everywhere. "That's attractive." He mumbles. "Sh..shut..u..up..y..you spa...spaz. If th..that.t..was...Fra..ank..you wouldn't...s.s.ay that." Stuttering and gasping for air, I'm too sad to properly be pissed.