Walking home with this lovely boy once again. This time, not to my house. We walked to his house. It was past my house and across the street, as I learned. He knocked on the front door. It opened.
"Hey, Pete." Dale, Pete's mom said, hugging him.
"Hello Michael. You boys come in. There's snacks in the fridge." I smiled weakly and walked inside.
Dale walked upstairs, probably to her room.
"Nice place you got here, Wentz." I said, breaking the silence.
"You've been here before, Mikes."
"I...I know. I'm just kinda awkward."
He laughed softly. "Yeah...want some chips?" I nodded in response.
He handed me a bag of chips. We walked over to the living room, and he turned on the TV.
"Ugh...nothing's on." He turned it off and sat on the couch, propping his feet up against the wall, with his head leaning toward the ground.
"Uh, Pete? What're you doing?" I asked.
"What? Oh, this is how I always sit on this couch." He laughed. "The blood rushes to my head and everything is funnier."
I giggled. "Okay." I said, rolling my eyes and smiling.
I sat down on the floor next to his head while I was having a battle in mine. Should I say it? Should I do something? I breathed softly and spastically. I tuned out everything else. My heart was racing. I almost didn't feel Pete tapping me on the shoulder.
"Mikey! Mikes! Michael, hey!"
I shivered a bit.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I'm...I'm fine just had a little anxiety attack." I rubbed my shoulder.
"Oh, did I hurt you? Sorry, can't control my strength when I'm upside down." Pete giggled.
His shirt had fallen a few inches from where it was supposed to be, due to gravity. I stared at him with an obvious sense of awe on my face. He looked at me back. Normally, when he catches me staring at him I look away. Not this time. His perfect face and the way that he talks, laughs, everything makes me heart flutter. That glint in his eye when he smiled. Genuinely smiled.
"Mikey..." he started to speak.
My heart practically stopped.
"I really...I really want to know what's going on your head right now." He said.
I sighed softly, not taking my eyes off his.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean...why are you looking at me like that? I want to know what you're thinking, Mikey Way."
I took a deep breath. "I'm thinking..."
I hesitated a bit.
"I'm thinking that since 6th grade, I've thought of this wonderful person as...someone who I look up to. I'm thinking that every time we hang out together, he amazes me. I'm thinking that...that I had no idea one person, one boy, could make me feel so many...complex emotions that I don't understand. But most of all, I'm thinking that I really...really want to kiss him right now but...I don't know what would happen if I did." I finished and sighed, regretting it immediately.
"Well..." Pete said, getting down from his spot and sitting on the floor next to me. "I guess the only way to find out is to kiss him." Pete said.
He leaned in close to me. I could feel his breath on my skin. Our faces were almost touching. I looked at his eyes. Is this happening? Is this a hallucination? A dream? I didn't have time to evaluate, as Pete cupped my chin in his hand. He bit his lip and his eyes flashed at the ground and back up to my face. He smirked.
"Pervert." He said before closing what was left of the gap between us.
A feeling of warmth washed over me. A sensation not worth describing as it would take the meaning out of it all. I felt genuinely happy and content as I hadn't for a long time. I pulled away. I then remembered what he said right before. I looked down.
"Shit!" I said, quickly crossing my legs over each other.
Pete laughed and playfully ruffled my hair.
"You're not helping." I whined, blushing.
"C'mon, trust me, I know how to do this." He said.
"No, get off of me, you're making it worse." He scooted away from me.
"Okay, your call." He smiled.
"Hold on let me go ask my mom something." Pete stood up and walked away, coming back a minute later.
"Your brother's gonna drop off some extra clothes. You're staying the night." he stated.
"Holy crap, really? Cool." I responded.
"Is it gone?" he asked before sitting down next to me.
"I think so...I don't know but it might come back later, so be careful." I joked.
"This wouldn't be a problem if you'd let me show you how to get rid of them." Pete shrugged.
"You don't know anything." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, okay, I guess you want to be dumb for the rest of your life."
"I'm not dumb."
"Yeah you are."
"Well you're dumb-er."
"I know you are but what am I?" Pete smirked. I
stuck out my tongue like a four year old.
"Hey, boys?" Dale poked her head into the room.
"I'm gonna order pizza, okay? Mikey, your brother is gonna drop off your clothes in a bit, is pepperoni okay for you both?" She asked.
"Yeah that's fine, mom." Pete said.
She walked away.
"Damn, pizza and a kiss, I'm having a good day." I said.
"Well, buckle up, Mikes. It's gonna get better."
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you guessing or do you have something planned?" I asked.
Pete shrugged. "A little bit of both." He responded.
(A/N Ooh, can you guys wait? Neither can I, because I literally have no idea what's gonna happen next...well, bye, I guess.)
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Don't Leave, Baby Boy
Fanfiction"It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss."-The Killers Mikey Way is trying to live his life, trying to find love, trying to keep cool, but mostly, trying to fight the sickness eating him from the inside out.
