A Pikey [Pete Wentz/Mikey Way] oneshot. My first ever fanfic, so don't be too harsh.
"Mikey, calm down! He'll definitely turn up, you know that. And if he doesn't, I'll kick his ass when I see him next," he stated.
"But it's our first proper date, Gerard...what if he decides he doesn't really want me, so he just doesn't bother coming?"
"I'm being serious here, Mikey, he'll come, even if he's a little late. Honestly, it's Pete Wentz, when is he ever on time?" Gerard asked smugly.
"I guess that's true, but...if he doesn't come, you better run and get me some ice cream."
Gerard sighed, but agreed to Mikey's "terms". He sat next to his brother, and began gazing out of the window at the passing cars.
"Mikey, what car does Pete have?" Gerard asked curiously.
"Uh...it's blue?" Mikey answered.
Gerard rolled his eyes at his brother's limited car knowledge, before saying, "Well I think he's here now."
Mikey immediately leapt to his feet, looking flustered. Gerard rose too, and patted Mikey's back.
"Go on, Mikes. He'll be waiting for you. He'll think you're not going."
Mikey nodded and quickly hugged his brother with one arm, then ran to the front door. When he pulled the heavy door open, he was pleasantly surprised to see his Pete standing there already, holding a bouquet of roses. Pete beamed at the sight of Mikey, taking in everything, from his younger boyfriend's blushing cheeks and glittering emerald eyes, to his clunky boots and shaking knees. Mikey offered a small but beautiful smile to Pete which made Pete's grin broaden.
"Come on, mignon. Ready to go?"
"Sure, Pete, but where are w-we going?"
"You'll see, chéri. It's a surprise," Pete replied with a wink. He held out his hand gentleman-style to Mikey and guided him down the fairly steep steps. Once they reached the car, Pete continued his gentleman façade; holding the door open for Mikey to climb in - which took a while, because Pete had a rather small car and Mikey had rather long legs - he looked up to the Way family house, and caught sight of Gerard peeking out from behind a curtain. Pete knew that Gerard didn't quite trust him with Mikey, as though he was going to just leave Mikey stranded in the middle of nowhere. He decided to be polite, and so he smiled courteously to Mikey's older brother. Waving graciously, he closed the passenger door before getting into the car himself.
"Let's see, petit ami. Shall we depart?"
Mikey knew that if he tried to speak, his brain not form words and would simply make him look like a fool, and he couldn't remember any terms of endearment in any other language, so he settled for nodding enthusiastically and simpering at Pete. Pete started the car and it roared into life: for such a small car, it certainly had a lot of power. After a few silent minutes, Pete decided they needed some sound.
"Mikey, pick a CD, please."
Mikey was unsure...what if he picked an album that Pete didn't really like? At least Mikey knew that Pete liked The Smashing Pumpkins, so he chose Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. As soon as the album began playing, Pete's face broke out in another grin.
"Nice choice, baby boy. You always pick my favourite CDs when I ask you to. How do you do it?"
"Um, I r-remember you mentioning it once, so..." Mikey trailed off nervously.
"So you remember everything I say? It's nice to know you listen and you care," Pete divulged.
"Of course I care, Pete. You're my boyfriend, right?"
"Indeed I am, Mikes. Speaking of boyfriends, we're here. Y'know, our date?"
Mikey looked up, shocked to see that they'd arrived so soon. Then he smiled so wide that he felt like his face would crack.
"Pete! We're going to the cinema?" Mikey exclaimed loudly; Mikey rarely had the chance of going to the pictures, because he never had any money and the money he did have ended up being spent on comics and Starbucks coffee.
"We are...and I can even take you to the sushi bar too." Pete was relieved that he'd pleased his boyfriend. He liked treating Mikey because Mikey deserved the best of everything yet he hardly ever got anything from his parents, and his brother couldn't afford to treat himself as well as Mikey, so Mikey over-reacted a little when Pete felt generous - which happened to be a majority of the time. For instance, Pete bought Mikey a coffee in Starbucks and Mikey decided that it was unfair, so he bought Pete a bunch of flowers in return, despite Pete's protests that it wasn't necessary.
Mikey held Pete's hand gently once they had vacated the car. Being in public made him a little nervous, to be perfectly honest, but it was totally worth it to be with his beloved. Steadily, they headed into the large, decorative building, before Mikey thought of an important question.
"Um, Pete...what are we watching?"
"Well, you have a choice between Jumanji and Othello. Completely up to you, beau."
"Uh, I th-think I'd rather watch Jumanji...is that okay?"
"Of course, amoureux. I'm here with you, so it's your choice, but I would much prefer not to see Othello. I'll get the tickets, you wait here, mon amour."
Mikey waited where Pete told him to stay. He could see Pete at the counter anyway, but he was a little uneasy with all the people around, so he felt a huge surge of relief when he saw Pete walking back to him, his arms laden with popcorn, drinks and chocolates. Pete was humming Green Day songs to himself on his journey and by the time he reached Mikey again he was humming the chorus of When I Come Around.
"Come on, sweetness. The movie's gonna start soon, so we'd better get in the theatre." Pete tugged Mikey's sleeve, and Mikey ambled along behind him.
Halfway through the film, Pete had shuffled closer to Mikey, and had started landing occasional kisses on Mikey's cheek or nose when he felt like it. They were holding hands throughout the film but by the end, Mikey's grip had loosened extensively. When the credits rolled, Pete stretched himself out and patted his boyfriend's hand.
"Mikey, time to go now."
Pete was confused and a little worried about Mikey's unresponsiveness until he heard his soft, muffled breathing. In the darkness of the room, he could just about make out Mikey's sleeping form with his left thumb tucked loosely in his mouth, head resting against his shoulder slightly. Pete smiled, before scooping up the drowsy angel that he called his boyfriend. After leaving through the grand front doors, Pete swung his car door open whilst balancing Mikey in his arms; he then stowed Mikey into the passenger seat of his car, subsequently chucking himself in the driver side, and racing back to the Way household.
Once Pete reached Mikey's house, he gathered the Mikey bundle into his strong arms and carried Mikey to the mahogany door. Knocking gently, Pete wrapped Mikey up tightly against the cold December winds. Gerard soon threw the door wide and scowled when he saw Pete with his little brother in his arms. Granted, Mikey didn't look ill or injured, but he might be.
"What did you do to him, Wentz?"
"Nothing, Way. He fell asleep during the movie so I brought him home. Would you rather I took him back to my place while he was fast asleep?" Pete queried.
Gerard growled slightly, before shaking his head.
"Fine, I believe you. Now give him here, so I can take him up to his room."
Pete grinned, and gently passed Mikey over to Gerard.
"Goodbye, Gerard! Have a nice night," Pete cried. He leaned forward to kiss Mikey's button nose, whispering softly. "Goodnight, petit ami. I love you, sweet dreams, and I'll see you at school on Monday, baby."