hehe peteky time

every single song is about you

pete's pov-

I kept staring out at the small crowd from behind the curtains. We were doing an indoor acoustic show, exclusive for BBC and any people who bought tickets.

"Pete, why the hell are you so nervous," Joe said, whisper-yelling at me as I whipped my head around to look at him.

"Just nerves, it's okay," I lie, he stared at me only for a few seconds more, then retreated back to 'Trick and Andy. I rubbed my hands together, nails picking at one of the callouses on my fingertips.

The truth was, there was no reason for me to be nervous, except for the fact that Michael-Motherfucking-James-Way was going to be at their show. He posted the tickets on his Instagram story and tweeted about it- clearly, he wanted everyone to know he would be there.  Why he was in Britain, I didn't fucking know, all I know is that he's here and I haven't seen him since 2005.

I was sure once they all spotted him, they would understand why I was so nervous. They knew about warped tour, but of course, who didn't? Stupid fucking Way boy and our stupid fucking summer and stupid fucking four albums. I just wanted to sink into a puddle and forget that Mikey and 2005 ever existed.

But of course, 2 minutes til show time.

I walked over to where the rest of the boys were, all of them in a circle, waiting for me to come over so we could finish the ritual, grab our instruments, and head out to the stage. They handed me my in-ear dead mic's and I put the little plastic red pieces in my ears before whispering back and forth a few silent words before grabbing our instruments and waiting for our cue.

"Welcome to BBC radio one, with an exclusive acoustic set from the one, the only, Fall Out Boy!" We all walked out from behind the curtain sitting down as Patrick began his usual stage talk with the crowd. I tried my hardest not to scan the crowd, but as soon as I looked up, my eyes were locked with a blonde haired, glasses clad boy. I nodded his direction, and then begun to tune my bass, making sure every string was perfect before we started our set. I couldn't fuck up now, not when he was this close to my reach.

I could hear Joe's voice come over in my dead mic-

"Jesus Pete, could've just told us your lover boy was gonna be here" I could see Andy and Patrick stifle a laugh.

"Yeah Pete, we outta thank him for our career, it's only the gentlemanly thing to do" Andy replies, my face flushes red and I see Patrick reach to his side and knock Andy on the leg.

"Hello everybody, we are Fall our boy, and welcome to our acoustic set! How's everybody doing today?" Patrick asked the crowd, they all let out cheers, making me smile, the show adrenaline finally starting in my veins and calming my nerves. "Alright alright, this first song is called Dance, Dance."

And so I started, hands dancing up and down the frets like my life depended on it, I could remember when Mikey learned this song during warped, we let him play it for a few sets while I sat on our amp. There's a picture of it, and I have this loopy smile on my face and I'm staring at only Mikey as he played. I was in love, and if we're all being honest I still am. Everyone knew that the albums after Cork Tree were about him, I couldn't help myself. He was absolutely perfect. We wrapped up the song, then went into the next one A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little more 'Touch Me'.

Once that song was over, we had a short little break so we could get water, and talk to the crowd. Then another two songs, then a break, then another two songs, then a break. Each break someone different would talk, first one Pat, then Joe, then Andy, then lastly me. After talking with the crowd some, I finally decided it was time for the next song. I took a deep breath then held the mic to my lips-

"I'm sorry, every single song is about you, this ones called Bang the Doldrums," I dropped the mic and listened as Joe broke into the guitar, me following soon after. It wasn't planned, though I bet that they knew it was bound to come, considering the fact that this song is so obviously for Mikey. They didn't question it however, which I was thankful for. Every time I looked up I made sure to look at him, dining the words I wrote all those years ago under my breath to him. And when it came to my verse, I switched the lyrics.

"The tombstones were waiting, they were half engraved, they thought it was over-" then I pulled away as Patrick picked up the next line. My eyes met with Mikey's again, he almost had the same poker face on, but there was a slight smile on his lips and his usual honey coated eyes sparkled in reminisce. I looked back down as we ended the song, then went into The Mighty Fall. And I thanked god for the fact this song was shorter then the rest.

Once we finished, we all said our goodbyes, then retreated behind the stage again. I knew I was about to get some shit, but I couldn't care at all in this moment, I was too excited by the fact that Mikey maybe felt the same after all of these years.

We were just settling down in the back, taking a breather with the backstage crew and hosts when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Quite a stunt you pulled out there, Wentz," I turned around on my heels and smiled crookedly at the taller boy.

"You could say that, Mikeyway," his name rolling off my tongue like sweet sweet honey.

"Are we gonna talk about it?" Mikey says finally, I purse my lips together, I grab his hand and look up at him.

"Not if you don't want to," I say simply, it put all of the power in his hands, if he wanted to leave, he could if he wanted to stay, he could, we both knew where I stood.

"Well in that case," Mikey said, then dipped his head down to mine. I swear I felt like I was going to throw up, I've waited so fucking long for this. I smile into his mouth, kissing back and wrapping my arms around his neck. My body felt like it was lit on fire, tingling with years of pent up desire. I was pulled out of it by whoops and hollers from the guys. I pulled away, blushing like mad.

"Oh thank god, no more albums from 2005, finally some new fucking material!" Joe shakes Patrick, in practically in tears. Andy flicks Joe in the head, and Patrick looks at me in a dizzy but excited smile. I look back at Mikey, whose hand has moved to my lower back.

"The Sweet Little Dudes are officially back together," I smile, and press a soft kiss on Mikey's cheek.

"Hey, gay marriage is legal in America now."