hehe peteky time

passed out black-out-drunk

pete's pov-

My head feels extremely weighted as I stumble though the open field- I just wanted to get away for a while- forget everything bad and all of the pain I'd caused everyone- though maybe getting as fucked as I am now was a bad idea.

All of the others from different bands and walks of life have gone to sleep by now- it might be warped tour but at least most of them have sense. It was about 2? Maybe 3? I didn't know. I didn't really know where I was- who I was- or what was wrong- put the sudden urge to vomit and cry until there was nothing left but an empty shell of my body was numbingly apparent through my veins. I could hear every breath and heart beat, and feel the blood-alcohol-pills concoction flowing through my body like a black sludge. Making me want to be nothing more then a dead body in the gravel.

Oh, gravel. I'm in the gravel, I can see tour busses and folded up tents and lawn chairs spread through the lot. I stop, spilling whatever was in my gut into the gravel, cringing at the feeling and the no good yellow-white-green color that was now splashed on and between grey and dust. I couldn't remember if I took pills- I mean- I always take pills- they're prescribed to me for my manic-depressive disorder— but I can't remember if I took too many to fete high and forget.

Probably, your vomit when you're just drunk doesn't have white fizzy bubbles in it.

I couldn't make out whose busses were whose- I definitely couldn't remember where our bus was parked- I looked up at the sky, seeming as the ground around my vomit was spinning, to also see the stars more scrambled and blurred then I have ever seen them before- spinning and spinning and spinning until there was another heave and I was vomiting in the gravel again, and again, and again. I wiped my mouth on my already vomit- covered arm and decided to just lay down for a minute. Close my eyes and try to sober up in the chilly morning summer air. I don't know how long I had laid there before a voice rang through my ears.

mikey's pov-

"Pete? Pete is that you?" I walk slowly towards the vomit covered body, my mind in a tired whir as I was just woken up from my slumber in my bus.

"Woah! Mikeyway-" Pete was cut of by a hiccup, "what are you doing up?"

I stare at him and blink furiously, staring at his normally tan skin now turned green and pale, his t-shirt soaked in what I could only imagine is booze and vomit, and pupils dilated to all hell. I shook my head-

"You woke me up with your vomiting- thank god though or else you would be dead," I say, walking behind him and picking him up from under his armpits. I wrap one of his arms (the less vomit-covered) around my shoulders and slowly walk him onto my bus, I push him through the bunks and into the small bathroom we have, I flick the lights on and Pete groans, shielding his eyes. I mumble a quick "sorry" and turn only the shower light on- enough of a light to let me see what I was doing but not kill him in the process.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" I say, he nods, lifting his arms up like a toddler. I smirk and pull his shirt over his head, throwing it into the trash can and then moving to his skin-right jeans- which I could imagine feel like absolute shit after you've been vomiting. I grab a pair of my own sweatpants off the floor in front of the bathroom and help Pete into them, him using my back as a balancing surface and then having me pull them the rest of the way up. Once they're on, Pete slides down the wall and sits, staring at the mirror above the sink.

"You're fucking gone Pete, why did you do this to yourself?" I ask quietly, then busy myself getting two rags, one chilled to rest on his forehead and cool him down, the other warm and soapy to clean his vomit covered body.

"I wanted to forget," Pete slurs once the rag is on his forehead. I nodded, knowing he wasn't finished. I stared on his arm, whipping away the sticky substance resting on the inked skin.
"I just- I wanted to get away, and let people have a break from me"

I stopped, moving my head to look at Pete, he was crying, shiny tears running down his face and chest, his pupils still huge- and even though I could see the reflection of myself in them- literally- I saw a dulled gold turned muddy with self hatred and dread.

"Why would people need a break from you Pete?" my voice comes out in barely a whisper- I didn't want to hurt him anymore, one of my hands naturally made it to his cheek, cupping it and rubbing back and forth and back and forth on his cheekbone.

"Hurt." Pete speaks bluntly, I shake my head.

"You don't hurt people, Pete, we all love you, your band does, Andy and Joe and Pat, and we all do, Gerard loves you because you make me happy and Frank loves you because you care so much and Ray love you- and the fans, Pete I love you—" I pause in realization of what I want to say, looking between his eyes, that were closing and opening at random, "I love you Pete, please Pete, it's okay, you're going to be okay." I was crying too, evident by the fog on my small glasses and the hot hot tears hitting my lap.

"I love you too Mikeyway," Pete says, I smile, run my hand through his hair, and continue to wipe his chest off with the rag. When his chest is all clean, I help him stand back up, and lay him down in my bunk, I turn, to fetch a frozen bottle of water that would be melted but still cold by Pete's awakening and some ibuprofen, for the killer headache he's going to have in the morning.

"Mikes- where are you going," Pete whines, I turn back around and grab his hand, kissing his knuckles.

"Just to get a water and meds for you in the morning- don't worry hun, I'll be back." Pete nods. I grab my two items and place them in the small compartment beside my bed, only to find Pete is already knocked out, clutching one of the hoodies in my bed like his life depended on it. I made a mental snap shot to remember that image, then crawled in bed with him, wrapping my arms around his shorter frame, then falling back asleep.

pete's pov-

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the splitting headache that ran through my temples like an electric pole, the second thing- I was not in my own bus and I was being cuddled, by Mikey fucking Way. I tried my best not to move, closing my eyes and attempting to go to sleep, but my headache became worse and worse and I found myself whimpering at any small sound or flash of light from movement. Mikey began to stir, and I cursed myself for waking him, he must have been up so late because of my bullshit- idiot.

"Morning Pete," Mikey says, opening his eyes, his voice low, trying to make sure it didn't hurt my head anymore, I smile, and nod, but groan when the pain in my head spreads down my neck and to my chest, god everything hurt.

Mikey rolls and grabs something, I feel a cold bottle of water hit my chest and the rattle of a pill bottle, Mikey grabs three and puts it in his hand-

"Open up," he smiles, I comply, feeling the pills hit my mouth, then soon after, the cool sensation of water. Mikey closes my mouth with his finger and smirks, I lay my head back down and close my eyes.

"Do you remember anything from last night, Pete?" Mikey asks quietly, i furrow my eyebrows, searching for something.

I was sure I was nodding off by now, though I was crying, as my vision blurred in and out of life and my hearing was in tones and rings, I could vaguely hear Mikey's voice, asking me why I thought- his voice fades out- break from- I knew what he was saying, I think, so I just said a one word answer.

"Hurt." I feel the earth stop on my chest, retreat, then move to my cheek, I think I'm staring at Mikey now, I can see him- though through burry vision, and his voice comes through in broken sentences.

"You don't hurt people— we all— Andy, Joe, and Pat— and the fans— Pete I love you—" I stare at Mikey for what feels like an eternity, before speaking again

"I love you too Mikeyway"

"Yeah, I remember a little, I think, I was nodding off pretty bad I think," I murmur into what I assume is Miley's chest. I feel something move, then a hand sneak up into my hair.

"I remember, being warm, and then you were talking to me, and asking me why I was like this, and I remember you telling me that you love me, and I said it back," I say, looking up at Mikey with tired eyes.

"Well it's true Pete, I do love you, we're the sweet little dudes remember? It's okay if you don't love me back, I know you were out of it-"

I stretch my neck up as far as it can go to catch his lips in a quick, but meaningful kiss.

"I love you too, Mikeyway, and thank you."