unknown number // petekey

109

Pete stood outside the house, tapping his fingers against his leg. Should he knock again?Was Mikey even home?

There was a movement by the windows and Pete stood at attention.

A lock slowly unlocked, and the door creaked open.

"What do you want?" A voice came from what must have been at least five blankets. Mikey. His voice sounded raw, like he had been crying. Pete felt his heart melt a little, and cursed himself one more time for being mean.

"To apologize? Mikey, can I please come in?"

The pile of blankets hesitated, but opened the door a bit more.