One Wish (Petekey)

Jesus Or Gerard's Hair, Is There Really A Difference?

Mikey was too awkward for stereotypes but if he'd look up from his comic books for more than 420 seconds he'd quickly find himself realising that he was the stereotypical not like other girls kind of guy. He also would never realise that such a stereotype, that appeared to be anti-stereotypical in the first place, even existed. Thus drawing even more comparisons.

In reality, while a touch quirky, to the regular outsider Mikey Way appeared to be fine. His loved ones, while only few, were genuine and supportive. His family was considerably wealthy, which shocked many as they were a single parent household. Their moderate wealth was all thanks to his mother, Donna's hard work enduring med school to become a doctor. She remained to be highly respected in the Belleville community as of all the lives she'd saved.

But Mikey wasn't as fine as he seemed, he wasn't like the other boys his age, not even the boys that weren't like other boys. He despised sports with a passion, he barely even enjoyed video games. Honestly there was a main singular difference between Mikey Way and ninety percent of the male population.

He didn't like girls.

Yes, Mikey Way was extremely, uncontrollably and uncomfortably gay.

And nobody knew.

Not that any good would come from anyone knowing, there was no chance of him finding a boyfriend in a town like this. Majority of the townsfolk were radioactively religious or immensely oozed heterosexual. Though he'd heard rumours about the star of the schools upcoming performance of Hamilton, Brendon Urie, but Mikey was neither up with the school gossip or a theatre kid.

While all of that seemed enough proof in the unfine-ness of Mikey but the real struggle of Mikey Way was that he was lonely. Sure, he had an older brother to keep him company but lately Gerard's nicotine addiction had worsened and Mikey feared he may suffocate to death the moment he entered Gerard's basement. Or worse, he'd venture inside and be exposed to Lindsey Bellato in all her naked glory. He liked Lindsey but just...no.

Mikey's door begun to pound.

"Oi! Mikes! Mom said it's time to go!" Called the 'angelic' voice of the one and only Gerard Way.

So, Mikey opened the door of his bedroom/cave far too ready to fight his case for 'five more minutes' just to find himself blinded in a almost heavenly amount of light. No, Jesus Christ had not revealed himself to the awkward teen to publicly damn him to Hell. It was, in fact, the intensity of
Gerard's hair. His hair that had been black the night before, his hair that was now red.

"Gerard," Mikey said slowly,,as his mind as his mind processed what had happened, "What the fu-"

"Don't swear," Gerard raised a brow, decided in this moment to play 'father figure', "Fucking hell, you know what I've said, it's really not-"

"Yeah, yeah, nice, I know," Mikey said quickly purely out of his own disinterest, "So uh, why's your hair bleeding."

Gerard's eyes lit up, his previous irritation vanishing from his aura, "Do you like it!" Gerard tugged on a few strands that would usually frame his face, "Lindsey came over last night and helped me. I've never gone lighter before so we had to bleach it. It kinda burnt at first and it did take a while but that just meant we got heaps of time in shower together, heaps of time to-"

"I don't wanna know, Gee!" A voice crack emphasised Mikey's sheer terror causing Gerard to grin.

Mikey held his arms out in some sort of shield to protect him from the horror that was Gerard's sex life. He kept his eyes tight shut, only peaking through once realising Gerard wasn't going to elaborate on his previous statement, "Can we just go already?"

"We?" Gerard tilted his head in confusion, "Oh, Mikes... I'm hitching a ride from Lindsey. You're walking alone."

While Gerard sometimes liked to play 'dad' and act more mature, he still hadn't gone for his drivers license. To be fair, without a father and their mother's inconvenient working schedule he'd had no one to teach him before. Lindsey was doing the best she could with him.

"You better go Mikes," Gerard shifted awkwardly from side to side, "You'll be late."

"Since when I have I cared about being la-"

"We were hoping to fit in another round-"

Mikey practically bolted out of the house.

As he left the house, continuing up the street, his eyes unwilling drifted to his neighbours residence. Seemingly in sinc with his eyes, Mikey's mind went to the boy who lived there. Pete Wentz.