unknown number // petekey

eighty seven

Wednesday. The next day.

They both showed up at the same time. Mikey was holding drinks and bags from Starbucks. Pete was holding his phone, and earbuds.

They walked to their spot silently, not making eye contact.

"Sorry." Mikey mumbled, holding out a drink and a bag from Starbucks to Pete. "I know how much football means to you, I shouldn't have messed with it." Pete took the things, and looked in the bag. It was a chocolate croissant. He beamed at Mikey.

"All is forgiven. But I need to apologize too, I was out of line. My friends really do control me."

"You need football, and I get that." Mikey said, trying to leave the subject, but Pete shook his head.

"No, I need to stop being an asshole." 

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im not sure if i am coming back 100% so take this for now. im just testing the waters. i havent written in at least two months, so im super out of practice. and motivation comments are greatly apperciated. 

also, thank you for all of the kind words on my note. i actually cried when i saw the support i got. you all are very awesome and i value you all very much.