Eet. ♡

thirty one

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january 7th, 2017

pete: mikey hey bud

pete: are you available?

mikey: no not until 4

mikey: i'm with my grandma

pete: oh alright. you wanna hang out then?

mikey: sounds good. four is only a half an hour away anywho

pete: how is she doing btw i noticed ur not talking much about it (which who can blame you)

mikey: sorta worse

pete: oh... i'm sorry.

mikey: don't apologize

pete: are you alright?

mikey: honestly

mikey: not really but i'll get over it i'll have to

pete: we don't have to hang out if you need to be alone

mikey: no it's fine pete i promise

mikey: don't worry

pete: i'm sorry

mikey: pete, don't apologize. you can't control any of this.

mikey: nobody does except fate

pete: i can't help but apologize. my best friends sad

mikey: idk if it's sadness

mikey: i can't describe this feeling

mikey: but i don't want anyone else to feel like this

pete: :'-(

mikey: she had a seizure yesterday

mikey: i was there to see it i almost passed out

mikey: gerard was crying and i had to walk him outside

mikey: it was so bad, pete. she sleeps a lot and i don't know if she even recognizes me anymore

mikey: gerard hasn't came to visit since the seizure he's more scared then i am

pete: hospitals suck.

mikey: tell me about it

mikey: get im just gonna walk to ur house right now you don't live too far

pete: okay

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"mikey, you need sleep." was the first thing pete said as mikey walked into pete wentz's house. mikey, to put it lightly, looked like a wreck. he looked tired, the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes were prominent. his hair was greasy and unruly.