band one-shots

you are my best 'i'll never know' || petekey

part 2 OwO for Galaxy_The_Kitty

ship: still pete wentz x mikey way lmao it didn't fucking change in the last 700 words

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Pete Wentz is back at Warped Tour.

It's supposed to be a fun occasion, after all he likes playing bass, he likes meeting other bands and hanging out with fans. He should be calm. But it's kind of impossible to stay calm when My Chemical Romance is also back, and so with MCR comes Mikey Way, the one person that ruins any calmness Pete ever had in him.

The air in the tour bus is humid and sweat seeps through his shirt. Everyone else in the band has left and is beginning to set up, but he's perfectly content to sit here.

There's a notepad with scrapped lyrics sitting in his lap, and he poises a pencil over it, but the words won't come. It's like he has nothing left to say, because he's used it all up. He probably has, because right after last Warped Tour, he wrote a bunch of songs right after the other, putting in all of his frustrations with Mikey.

Now, there's nothing left to write about because he's said everything he has to say about Mikey, and there's really nothing else that he wants to write about.

All he has scribbled down is "Last year's wishes are this year's apologies".

There's an idea. He could go apologize to Mikey. But how the fuck is he supposed to do that?

Pete is good with words, he's good with the kind of words that tell of heartbreak and depressing thoughts, the kind that he can poetically conform. The kind that you say to people spontaneously without any pre-calculation or musical tone, well, he's not so good with that.

It's almost time for Fall Out Boy's set, so he regretfully throws the notepad onto the floor and heads to the stage. Everyone else is already set up, and Patrick tosses him his bass guitar.

"Here."

"Thanks," Pete mumbles in a low tone. He slings the strap over his shoulder and straightens his shoulders. "Let's do this."

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When he comes off stage, there's sweat dripping from his arms and from his face. It drips into his eyes and it's a little hard to see. So with only vague shapes to guide him back to their tour bus, he ends up walking into the last person in the vicinity that he wants to see.

Actually, that's too neutral of a term to really describe it. It's not just that Pete doesn't want to see him, it's that if he even thinks too long about it, he kind of wants to fucking kill himself. But when Mikey Way is standing right in front of you, it's psychologically impossible to not be thinking about it, and his heart rate starts to spike up.

"Hey, nice to see you again." Pete wipes the sweat from his face and there he is, Mikey Way speaking to him, with an expression that looks anxious and a little pained.

Pete responds back a little shakily. "H-hey dude."

"Nice job out there." Mikey smiles crookedly, but he obviously doesn't mean the statement. Pete fucked up the chords during Sugar We're Goin' Down. Something he rarely ever does. There's no way he did a nice job out there.

"Thanks," He replies anyway, glancing away for a second to catch his breath. "You guys do your set already?"

"Yeah, this morning. Everyone else is back at the tour bus, except for me and Gerard." Mikey nods to his brother, who is talking to a tall girl a couple feet away. "I wanted to catch my best friend's set."

There's that crooked smile again.

They're best friends still. They can forget about what happened last summer. They can still hang out after shows, they can fuck around in a heterosexual way.

But it's not what Pete wants.

Pete nods absentmindedly, his mind spiraling off into another one of those holes that gets him in trouble a lot. "Hey, dude come with me." He pushes through the crowd toward a semi-secluded area, hoping to God that Mikey follows him.

Surprisingly, he does. They end up behind one of the stages, shielded from most people. "What are we doing here?"

Pete doesn't say a word, and instead reaches his arm out and threads his and Mikey's fingers together. It fits, in a way that is reminiscent of the last time they did this.

Neither one moves.

Until Mikey whispers quietly, "You should've done this sooner," and for a wonderful second, Pete's heart leaps because Mikey isn't running away, it's okay, he's allowed to do this.

Then Mikey gently untangles their hands with disappointment clouding his face. "It's too late now."

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