The Summer Of Like

Mikey Way loved summer.
It was like he didn't have to worry about anything just because nature was so beautiful.
He didn't seem like a guy who would do the things he did, but Mikey didn't mind.
Sometimes he just wandered around the town and listened closely to every sound that nature made. It was like music to him.
A harmony that only the people who listened could hear.
And Mikey wished others would listen. Listen to what nature had to say.
Because it had a lot to say, but no one listened.
No one but him.
Only, no one listened to him either.
They pretended to, but they didn't.
Except Pete.
But Mikey didn't know that.

Pete Wentz loved summer.
He loved it because it was that time of the year where he could do whatever he wanted because his parents were gone and he didn't have any responsibility.
No one would tell him what to do or not to do.
No one could stop him.
But Pete was lonely.
He often wandered around the town with headphones in, blocking every sound, the ones from outside his head and the bad thoughts inside of it.
He wanted to tell someone, to scream it out at the top of his lungs.
But no one cared.
They pretended to, but they didn't.
Except Mikey.
But Pete didn't know that.