Eet. ♡

five

qotd: which do u prefer? panic! or mcr?

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november 20th, 2016

pete didn't know where this confidence came from; he had only been speaking to mikey for just about three days, and pete was a mess of gay and anxiety that prevented him from doing just about everything and anything social related.

but today- for some bizzarre reason;  pete felt bold. maybe his meds were working. maybe he was dying. whatever magic was helping him, he was thankful for it because now, mikey way was waiting on him to pick him up to go hang out.

but pete hadn't thought his plan throughly; where would they go? what would they do??

"fuck it." pete said aloud to himself. "i'll just wing it."

besides, pete had a backup plan. if things got shitty, he would nonchalantly summon brendon to ease the tension. in the middle of pete's internal crisis, his phone went off.

Mikey: i'm ready whenever :)x

pete's eyes budged as he looked at that message, before he covered his entire face with his hands, sighing loudly. "fuck, why'd i say ten minutes?" pete started screaming internally at his dumbass choice to say ten minutes. it could have been twenty, could have been even the next hour, but nope! pete fucked everything up. and they haven't even gone out yet.

pete was lightly banging his head against the wall repeatedly, hoping he could knock some sense into it. after a five minute wait of not texting mikey back due to his freak out, he texted back with a simple message.

pete: okay ill bf ghere in five

nice going, pete. you can't even type. 10/10!

mikey: okay pete haha see u soon

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gerard was sitting in the living room, talking to his boyfriend frank (and making out occasionally while no eyes were on either.) when a mortified pete wentz knocked on the door.

gerard got up from the couch, answered the door, to look at a wild emo on their doorstep.

"hi-i. Is, uh is mikey here or-"

gerard scanned pete over, noticing that he was trying to play it off that he wasn't dying inside. gerard could tell that he wasn't a very good actor. he was nervous. his hands were slightly shaking. what he was nervous of, gerard did not know.

"uh.. yea he's in his room." gerard answered really slowly. "you can go get him if you want.."

pete awkwardly nodded and mumbled a polite thank you, before bolting up the staircase.

"his room is next to the bathroom!" gerard shouted from the downstairs.

frank chuckled at the sight of pete wentz nervously going up to get mikey. "aw, mikey's got a little boyfriend."

gerard sighed, sitting back down on the old couch. he looked over at frank and began to move some of the black hair from out of franks eyes.

"you think?" gerard said, laying himself down and laying his head on franks lap. frank made sure to waste no time to run his hands through his boyfriends hair.