Mikey POV:

I can't take it I need to call someone. Suicide hotline. Where is the fucking number. Gerard gave it to me a couple weeks back just incase. I need it now. 800-273-8255 there it is. I picked up my phone with a shaky hand and started typing. 890-373-8266. I typed not thinking about checking it. Quickly I pressed call and waited for someone to pick up. A suicide hotline should pick up straight away in my opinion.

It took another minute or so for someone to pick up and when they finally did it sounded like I just woke them. Why were they sleeping on the job? "Hello" The voiced asked and I got very scared confused on what to say. "H-Hi" I stuttered. "I need help" I stated. The line went silent and for a second I though the hung up. "Um who are you" He questioned. Were they even aloud to ask this? But I replied anyway what bad can happen

"Micheal Way. But please call me Mikey" I said. Again the phone fell into a silence. "I don't know who you are but why are you calling it sounds like you need help?" He said making it sound like a question. "I'm guessing you're not the suicide hotline?" I asked sounding really distraught. "I'm sorry I'm not. I don't know who you are but I am 100% willing to help you, Mikey" I could tell he started smiling and I smiled too, for the first time in months. "By the way my name is Peter Wentz, But you can call me Pete" I said sounding like he really wanted to help me. "Okay go tell me everything!" He explained

Am I really about to throw my heart out at this stranger. I don't know who he is or what he could do with his information. "Basically I give up. I have no support. My family left me. After coming out my parents kicked me out. I haven't seen them since. I'm living by myself in an apartment and all the neighbours are too scared to talk to me. The way they look at me when I enter and leave the building hurts. I don't belong here. I'm just a waste of space. My brother hates me. My best friend hates me. I'm lacking on everything. I can't get a job to pay bills I cant do anything. Pete I give up" I ranted at him and he sighed."The world isn't fair is it  Mikes?" He asked and I nodded remembering he couldn't see me I quickly replied with "Yeah it is isn't it" He sighed again.

"I went through the same thing. non accepting parents. Being kicked to the streets. Not able to find a job. Neighbours. I nearly killed myself to Mikey. I'm not 100% better. But you know whats kept me going?" He asked though I am still a bit shocked that he went through the same thing. "What?" I questioned back. "I knew deep down I'd find someone. Someone that'll love me for me. He wont leave me. I knew deep down that he'll come. Thats what made me keep going. Quick question how old are you?" He explained adding a quick question at the end.

"I am 25" I said into the phone hoping he wasn't that older than me. "I also appreciate that you told me that stuff" I quickly added in. "It's okay. You told me yours so I'll tell you mine. I'm 26 by the way!" I smiled knowing he was close to my age "What part of the world do you live in... If you don't mind me asking by the way" I quickly added. "Oh I live in New Jersey, How about you?" I nodded and kept remembering he couldn't see me. "Oh cool me too!" I explained

"Now you were gonna call the suicide hotline. Please say you weren't gonna kill yourself. If you've got stuff out please put it away. Don't kill yourself Mikey. I know we haven't been talking for that long but I feel like your an amazing sweet little dude and I'd love to get  to know you better." I smiled. Someone calling me amazing and sweet is so wired. I haven't been praised in years. "T-Thank you" I stuttered. "Are you crying? Mikey you are you crying?" He asked in a panic! "Oh it's just I haven't had a completment in years and it feels so wired to get one"  I stated and he gave a little chukle.

"Mikey I know this is a long shot but do you have skype or something? I wanna see your beautiful face I know you have" I blushed at his comment and quickly thought. "Yeah, I'll text you the username and they'll you can call me. Okay?" I asked and joy suddenly found its way inside me. "Okay text me now and I'll call you" I quickly hung up and texted him. "XXMikey.WayXX" It was a really simple username and I know it was lame. But at least I didn't go with my gut. I wanted to use "UnicornLover123" But thats alittle too gay for me, and I'm gayer than all the gay youtubers put together.

Soon enough I got a skype friend request of off someone called 'Pweenzy69" I took a wild guess at that being Pete and clicked accept. In no time a pop up came up saying

Pweenzy69 is calling

I was so scared to show him my face. What if he gets grossed out and leaves. What if... I decided to just press, 'audio only' and it picked up. His camera came on immediately. He had jet black hair and the most beautifulest eyes in the world. They were hazel and shone in the sunlight. He was gorgeous. He had this amazing tanned skin that beat my pale ass skin. His eyes beat my plain brown ones. And his hair defently beat mine. Mine was messy and really long on the sides. An ugly brown colour. This was a bad idea.

"Oh Mikeyway come on please turn your camera on. You probably are fuckin' adorable" His voice rang through my computer. "I'm sorry. I look disgusting" I frowned. "Please Mikey" He begged and I gave in. Slowly moving my mouse over to the camera icon I clicked on it and turned it on. I looked up at Pete and he looked speachless. "See I'm ugly." I said wanting to turn the camera. "Michael" He said. I looked up to him not replying. "You are not ugly. You are far far far far far far far FAR from ugly. You are a handsome piece of shit, But a good piece of shit. Like I would bang that piece of shit" He said but quickly put his hands over his mouth and blushed really hard causing me to blush as well.

"Thank, Pete" I said as I looked at his pixel eyes. "Wait a second. Wait a fucking second" He said. "Michael Way. I KNEW THHAT NAME SOUNDED FAMILIAR" He shouted. "What are you on about?" I asked he put his index finger up indicating that he'll be one minute.

He left the shot and I wondered what he was doing. It was about 3 minutes when I heard my door knock. I wonder who that is. I got up exited that someone actually knocked my door. Maybe they got the wrong door. Maybe that was it. I opened the door and their standing in all his glory was Pete Wentz. He was wearing a white denim jacket over a black hoodie with the words 'Clandstine Industries'  on it. "Hi" He said. "It looks like we live near each other. I'm upstairs and your here, obviously" He was very awkward and it was very cute.

I quickly hugged him. "Thank You" I chocked out. "You saved me Pete. You made me happy" I pulled out of the hug but keep my arms around his neck and his around  my waist. I looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes and he looked into mine. Although  I couldn't see my eyes I could tell they started to come to life. More than they ever had before. I felt my cheeks become hot as his eyes fell upon my lips. "You know you are really adorable when you blush." He said which made me blush harder. "Staph" I said and gentally slapped the back off his head.

We stood in each others company for a few minutes and just enjoyed being in each others embrace. Pete placed his head on my shoulder and I rested my head on his. I slowly started to walk backwards bringing Pete with me and closing the door. We lifted our heads and Pete was ready to break the silence. "Finally. I was waiting for you to close the door" He smirked looking down at my lips. "Are you about to kill me or rape me. Or even worse. Force me to watch 'Keeping up with the Kardashians'" I gasped and he laughed. "No of course not. Something much better" He leaned into me and kissed. His lips were kind and soft. He rubbed his tounge against my bottom lip asking for entrance. I let him in. Just like I let him into other things.

He explored more mouth and pulled away so we could catch our breath, "You okay Dora the Explore" He chuckled and I laughed as well. He slowly pushed my chest and kissed me. Moving us both to my bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and whispered. "You're so beautiful. I don't understand how you wanted to end a beautiful life" He leaned back in and kissed me moving to my neck and sucking leaving many marks. "I really like you" He moaned into my neck. "I really like you too. But can we please not do this. I don't want you to see my body just yet" I shly asked he rolled off me and laid next to me holding my hand. "Of course my sweet little dude, I wouldn't make you do anything you didn't!" I smiled at him "Thanks, Pete"

WOOO I don't know why I wrote this but wtf not.

@ people from Instagram comment on a post saying. "MICHAEL WAY IS A LITTLE BABE WITH AWKWARD KNEES ILYSM"

Thanks for reading!

-Nage