Hi, so this oneshot is heavily based on Heather by Conan Gray. I do 100% recommend listening to the song at some point bc it's v good. Anyways, enjoy! <3
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Pete exhaled, watching his breath swirl around in the open, before fading off into the air. Shivering, he tried to wrap his jean jacket closer around his body.
"I swear you're an idiot," Mikey sighed, stopping them on their walk home after school so he can dig something out of his backpack. "Why didn't you bring a heavier jacket or something?"
"Well, maybe I didn't check the weather, or underestimated how windy it was going to be," Pete shivered again, "Would you please search faster? I'm freezing my ass off standing here."
"Yeah, Yeah, but that's your fault isn't it." He didn't need to see Mikey's face to know that he was smirking. After removing a few notebooks and random papers from the black hole he carried around his shoulders, he pulled out a sweater, gray with faded print. "Here, I'd prefer seeing you at school in the next few days. Don't want you to be sick with the flu." He held out the bunched up fabric, waiting for Pete to take it.
"Awww, Mikeyway, you care about me," Pete gushed. He accepted the sweater and quickly dropped his bag to pull it over his head. "Already feel warmer." Mikey smiled in response and slipped his bag back onto his shoulders so they could continue their walk home.
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"You know that just makes what you did an even stupider idea, right?" Mikey laughed as they neared his house. "You really are an idiot."
"Oh shut up," Pete laughed back, shoving Mikey's side, which only caused the latter to stumble close to the curb and laugh harder.
"I really can't believe you were going to push me into the street, I thought we were friends," He sighed, faking disappointment. Pete couldn't deny the small sliver of sadness after hearing the word 'friend'.
"Just get inside the house before I do push you into the street," he said, admiring the small smile plastered on Mikey's face. "Oh wait! Your sweater." He shrugged off his bag quickly before his hands flew to the end of it, about to tug it off.
"Oh, no," Mikey said quickly, his hands moving to stop Pete's, who's heart was exploding after the mere touch. "You can hold on to it for now, you still have to walk home anyways."
Pete immediately refused, now trying to take off the sweater so he could hide his blushing face behind it. "No, no. Really it's okay, it's not a long walk home."
"Just give it back tomorrow, it looks better on you anyways," Mikey said, sporting a small smile and scratching the back of his neck. Pete's heart fluttered, thinking that maybe Mikey could like him back, but those thoughts were immediately put to rest when he heard a small gasp come from the latter. He was looking past Pete's shoulder, across the street, staring at that one girl in their English class, Alicia. A frown covered his face as he watched him make heart eyes at her. He knew those eyes well, and so did Patrick, seeing as he's on the other end of Pete's long rants about Mikey. The only thing he was thankful for was the distraction from his burning face due to Mikey's past actions. After a while his blush died down, and staring at him staring at another girl slowly started to get boring, and creepy.
"I'm gonna head home now," Pete said, throwing his bag over his shoulders. Mikey snapped out of his trance to exchange goodbyes, before they split ways.
The walk back home was lonely, seeing as he no longer had any company, yet the sweater around him smelt like Mikey, and as weird as it seemed it helped with the feeling.
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Pete poked at his school lunch, not exactly wanting to eat the same pizza that some kid pulled a layer of plastic off of.
