All We Have Left (Petekey)

I need it back

Mikey's POV

"I think we need to go get your shit back from Alicia." Pete murmers into my chest. I groan and bury my face in my pillow. "Babe." Poke. "Babe." Poke. "Babe." Poke. "Ba-"

"Ok I'm getting up!" I push away his hand and bury myself even futher. "Stop fucking poking me!" I push Pete a little harder. He stops poking me and I hear a thud. "Ow." Silence. "You're so dead!" He exclaims, jumping on my back. "Pete...I...can't....breathe..." He tickles me mercilessly. "Pete!"

"Surrender!" He shouts. "I surrender!" I yell. He jumps off me and I scramble away from him, stumbling slightly in my tired state. I lean down and pick up a pillow. "If you make me coffee I won't hit you with this. Deal?" I offer. He thinks about it. "Blow me and it's done." I sigh. "Pete it's...9am. First of all why did you wake me up? Second of all what makes you think I'll give you a blow job this early?"

He looks at me. "Do you want coffee or not?" I sigh and pull him up. "You're a dick." I mumble before kissing him. "And you're about to suck it." He whispers, kissing me back.

Time skip because it's to early for smut.

"Here's your coffee." Pete slides the cup towards me. I grab it quickly before it falls off the end of the breakfast bar. Pete walks around to my side and sits on the marble. "This coffee is well deserved. I'm exhausted." I wink at him. Pete grins and kisses me. "I can repay you later." He murmers, attaching his lips to my neck. "No fucking in the kitchen." Gee says, sleepily entering the kitchen.

"Yeah 'cause you and Frank never do." Pete says, rolling his eyes. "This is our house, we're allowed." I nod. Yeah, that's true. "Guests can't fuck in the kitchen, we have standards." Frank adds, traipsing in. I snort into my coffee and Frank glares at me. He wraps his arms around my brothers waist and reaches up to kiss him.

Gerard sits down on a stool, making it easier for his shorter boyfriend to kiss him. "Baby why can't we be that cute?" Pete whines in my ear. I pull him off the bar and onto my lap, kissing him and burying my face in his hair. "We don't have to be Frerard cute, we can be our own cute. Petekey cute." I say. He giggles and I tickle him enough to make him squirm.

"Frank my brother's in a cuter relationship than us!" I hear Gerard groan. "We're all gay. We're all cute." Frank says. I laugh and pull Pete tighter. "You're so warm," I mumble "I can't be arsed to move and get dressed."

"Hey once we get your stuff, we'll take it back to mine and Brendon's, then all four of us will be living together." Pete offers. "That's great babe! Wait, four?" I stop. What does he mean by the four of us? "Ryan kinda moved in." Pete says. Oh. Fair enough. "Ok but can I have my coffee first?" I ask. Pete nods and slides off my lap.

"I'm gonna go shower." He says, kissing my cheek before he leaves. Frank leaves to go hang out some washing and I'm left face to face with my brother. "So, you gonna go get the rest of your stuff later?" He asks. I nod. "That's the plan. I'm a bit scared to be honest. Not about moving in with Pete because I love him. He's so amazing. I'm just scared about facing Alicia. She's gonna be so pissed."

I look into the bottomless pit of black in my cup and sigh. I never thought that this would how my life would go. I never thought I would break up with Alicia, three weeks after our wedding and then be with Pete fucking Wentz! Now I don't know what to do. I mean I don't even have a proper job for fucks sake.

Pete and I both have our bands as a hobby but it's probably not gonna go anywhere. We sent in a couple of songs like three months ago and haven't heard anything yet. "What am I gonna do about jobs? Alicia and I are obviously getting divorced..." I trail off. Gerard raises an eyebrow. "Are you getting divorced? That's gonna take forever!" I nod. "I hope so anyway. If I'm still married to her then I can't marry Pete."

Pete's POV

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I rest my hand on my boyfriend's leg. He nods and gives me a weak smile. "Let's just get it over with." We exit the car and walk up to the house. Mikey unlocks the door and walks inside. "Alicia? Are you home?" Footsteps echo down the hallway and she walks towards us. "Mikey? Pete? What are you doing here?"

"I came to get the rest of my stuff." Mikey says. She nods and moves, letting us both go upstairs. Mikey opens a white door and starts picking up random things. "If I put stuff in the boxes can you put them in the car?" He asks me. I nod and take them downstairs. "Want me to help?" Alicia asks in a small voice. I nod and smile at her gratefully.

"Thanks." She avoids looking at me. "I know he left me for you, I know he doesn't feel the same. In fact I'm pretty sure his feelings were never real. He never was straight to be honest. He never really loved me." She stops and sighs. After composing herself she carries on. "I'm happy as long as he's happy. It's shit being in a relationship that you don't want to be in."

"I am happy." Mikey says. We both jump. "You're a fucking ninja!" I gasp. He chuckles. "Nope, just used to being ignored and silent entrances and exits." I hand Alicia the box and wrap my arms around Mikey. "You will never be ignored again." I promise. He nods and smiles, detaching my arms from his waist. "I know." Is all he says. I frown but don't question it. The rest of the packing is full of uncomfortable silences and minimal kisses. Almost like we're only friends.

Once the car is packed I turn to him before we leave. "What was that about?" Mikey studies the steering wheel intently. "What do you mean?"

"You hardly spoke to me! It was as if you couldn't acknowledge our relationship!" I say. He says nothing. "Are you embarrased?" He still says nothing. "Are you more worried about your image and whether people will like you than how your own boyfriend feels?" More silence. Instead of answering he moves, a slight head moment. He nods.

I feel everything inside me shatter and collapse. "Why did I ever think you would change?" I ask him. He shrugs. "You should've known better." He answers. I try to hold back the tears. "You're right. I should've known. I should've done what you told me to." I say. He looks at me shocked. "When you found me in the bathroom, covered in blood, convulsing, dieing." I unclip my seatbelt. "You should've spared me all this pain. You shouldn't have come to find me."

I step out the car and before I close the door I whisper one last thing. "You should've left me."

I run.