"When you say little, in what sense do you mean?"
"That I have a little headspace, which is a set different from my usual mind that makes me act more in a childlike and younger manner."
"Oh thank good, I thought you meant a little dick."
Pete's a li...
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"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz!"
"The third."Frank calls up the stairs after a fast paced Gee, skipping two stairs at a time up the stairs after a brief Hello to a very confused Dale Wentz who had no idea who this Blood Red haired teenager in a pastel skirt was and had no time to query it either before they had stormed into her home and up the stairs. Frank had been abandoned on the door step, forced to smile and apologise for his boyfriends frantic behaviour before following Gee's direction to Petes bedroom.
Dale Wentz has watched as these two teenagers ran up her stairs to her son, the front door left ajar and a hand on her hip. She had only met Frank a handful of times and even when she did it didn't take Pete Wentz long to be shoving their friends out the door. Dale has yet to figure out if Petes frantic pushing was to prevent Dale from embarrassing them in front of their friends or for their friends to prevent embarrassing Pete in front of their mom.
Either way, it wasn't the strangest thing for Dale to have witnessed today.
"The Third!"Gee attaches quickly as he runs into Petes bedroom, leaping at the figure on the bed who stirs and moans at their rudely interrupted sleep. There's a Gee sized weight slumped over their body, hands cautious but curious because Frank had only told him that Pete was hurt badly, he didn't say in what way.
It had taken 2 days for the news to finally to travel to Gee about what had happened and it hasn't came from Frank, or Pete, or even Mikey but from Ryan Ross himself. Gerard had not spoken 2 words to the guy but he did know just how treasured Ryan was to Pete and he seriously wondered how Pete would feel if they had known Ryan went behind their back like this. But it was for good reason.
Gee was utterly perplexed when he had awakened that morning to find a text from an unknown number buzzing his phone, squinting at his screen as he read the messages explaining what had happened to Pete, what Mikey had done, how Pete refused treatment, how disastrous the entire situation was. All signed off by Ryan Ross. To say that Gerard Way was angry was an understatement. He was furious. Gerard Way may be sweet, delicate and sometimes vulnerable but you do not want to mess with his friends.
"Your poor beautiful face, look what he's done with you. That bastard."Gee's voice goes from kind hearted and sympathetic to a venomous spit, his eyes hazel eyes thunderous and Pete has truly seen their friends go through emotions they never thought they would this week. Petes eyes aren't even fully open yet when there's fingers gracing over the bruised skin of their nose, tensing and hissing at the pain. "Why didn't you go to the hospital."
It's not a question. It's a demand. It's a 'if you don't give me a good enough reason, Frank and I will drag you by your ankles to the hospital!'.
"I can't be running to the hospital every time I have a cut or a bruise, I'd never be fucking out of it, Gee."
