hehe peteky time

Petekey because im a bitch.

smut towards the end :)

Mikey had finally decided to listen to Fall Out Boy's albums.

Yes, plural, albums.

Being the Pete Wentz stalker he was, he knew all about the music that was being written. He knew that Pete wrote the songs and he knew that they were about him, or at least could be connected him- and the summer of 2005. The summer of warped, the summer where Pete and Mikey met the love of their lives, the summer of like, that stupid fucking summer.

Mikey never listened to them because he didn't think he could handle it.

In the dull light of his apartment, Mikey reaches for his phone, sending a text to his brother, a warning if you will-

To: Gerard
hey gee, making a stupid fucking decision, be on speed dial

From: Gerard
will do mikes, don't be afraid to stop if you need too, if you don't text in 3 hours I'll be over. msg me if you need me before hand. Setting a timer now.

Mikey smiled lightly and walked over to the dusty stack of albums he kept sitting in a drawer far away from his other CD's. He had decided enough was enough, he needed to hear what the songs were like for himself, not just through fan analyzations on twitter and tumblr. He grabbed the stack of albums from the drawer and walked over to his CD player, he grabbed the oldest one, Infinity on High, released in 2007. Mikey was already shaking, only two years after the summer, which means, 2006 was spent writing, which means, wounds were fresh. Mikey opened his little CD player, then began to tear off all of the plastic packaging around the disk and it's protective case, then he opened the CD, not even bothering to look at anything else but the design on the disk, then he popped it into his little CD player.

Mikey is met with the sound of guitar, he leans back against the wall, maybe this wasn't going to be bad. It all changes when 'Trick starts singing the opening lines:

last summer we took threes across the board, but by far we were a cover story now in stores.

make us poster boys for the scene, but we are not making an acceptance speech

I found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes every dot com's refreshing for a journal update

It was always easy for Mikey to read Pete's poetry, but this was like a slap in the face. Petes writing had never been more obvious then in this moment. It was obvious that this album and maybe- maybe even the rest of them, were for him. A way for Pete to keep their love alive in such a way where it was obvious to them, and obvious to people who knew but it would keep it long lasting and eternal, just like he promised he would-

"Mikeyway, you have to remember me-" Pete spoke in a hushed voice, his chest meeting with Mikey's as a reminder that they had no room in their cramped bunk, and that yes, they were indeed still on tour, and yes, they are in a bunk surrounded by their best friends.

"Pete, it's 3 in the morning, what could you possibly need," Mikey groaned and sleepily blinked open his eyes, he reached for his glasses, and slid them on his own face, everything coming into his vision in one blur.

Pete was crying, because it was just hitting him that they only had 3 more stops on tour, and then he would never see Michael James Way again, Pete was heart broken, Mikey was too, though he'd never show his emotions as much as Pete did.

"Woah baby, sh, what's wrong hun talk to me," Mikey rushes out as soon as he realizes Pete is crying, he wraps his arms around the smaller boy and rubs small circles in between his shoulder blades, feeling him shakily breathe in and out on his own chest.