Pete's POV

"Here. You look like you need it." Gerard slides a cup of coffee towards me. I look up at him gratefully and rub my eyes. "You look like shit. How much sleep did you guys get?" I shake my head. "Not enough." Gerard smirks. "I know, we heard it." I blush. Gerard laughs and pulls his shoes on. Frank materialises in the doorway and puts on his shoes too. "We're going out for the day, if you're gonna do anything," Frank pauses and winks at me. "Clean it up afterwards." He kisses Gerard and they leave, slamming the door shut.

I drink my coffee and sigh, thinking about breakfast. I hear steps on the stairs and look up, smiling. He shuffles into the kitchen and walks towards me, wrapping his arms around me. "Nice to know you're up. Last night was amazing." I hear him hum and feel his body vibrate against mine. I lean up and collect our lips, tangling my fingers in his hair. He smiles into the kiss before pulling away, resting his chin on my head. I move my hands from his neck to his waist and pull him close to me. "I love you." I murmer against his chest. "I love you too."

We stand like that for a while before he pulls away. I pout at the loss of contact but squeal when his fingers dig into my sides. "Stop, stop tickling me." I squirm on my stool. "Never! Never!" He yells in triumph. "I surrender, I surrender!" He still continues to tickle me. "Stop! Stop! Mikey stop!" He shakes his head so I fall off my chair, dragging us to the floor. We wrestle for a while until I end up on top, straddling his waist. "Surrender or no coffee." I say. Mikey looks at me in terror. "I surrender! I surrender." We both laugh and reattach our lips. The kiss grows more heated and he let out a moan as I bit his lip. I slid my tongue into his mouth and started to grind against him.

We're interrupted by Mikey's cell ringing. I sigh and pull away, standing up. I offer Mikey my hand. He takes it; as I pull him up he smirks, attacking my neck with kisses. I moan but push him off me. "Answer your phone." I say. Mikey rolls his eyes but answers it. "Hello?...Yeah I'm up...no we're not doing much..." a thought crosses mind. While he's on the phone I decide to slip my arms around his waist, sucking on his neck.

"Mm oh God...No Gerard everything's oh fucking Hell fine...You're out all day?...Ok that's Pete oh God fine...ok bye...Oh that feels so good." Mikey hangs up and turns around, kissing me passionately. "Mikey no. I'm hungry and want breakfast." He pouts and burys his head into my chest. It's funny 'cause he's so much taller than me but he's like my big baby. He is my big baby.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asks me, voice muffled by my shirt. "I would like waffles, more coffee and to sleep during a movie." I feel his laughter vibrate through my torso. He lifts his head up and switches our position then lifts me onto the breakfast bar. "This isn't what I thought of when I said breakfast," I say. "What I meant was that I would like to be touching the floor when I have breakfast." Mikey laughs and pecks my lips. "Get down and get some then. Or do I have to carry you?"
"I'm comfy up here and can't be arsed to move." I whine. "You're fucking lazy."

"But you love me." I say in a singsong voice. Mikey nods and kisses my forehead. "Want anymore coffee? I'll make pancakes 'cause we don't have waffles." I nod. "Thanks babe, I'm gonna go have a shower." I hop off the counter and walk upstairs. I grab a pair of jeans, some socks, underwear and a Anthrax shirt. Once in the bathroom I strip down and stand in the tub, turning on the water. Underneath the warm running water I feel cleansed, washing the events of last night of my skin. I may wash off...things but the memories will still stick. They feel so real. The way he held me, his kiss, his lips against my skin, the way our bodies fit so perfectly, the steady beat of his heart in my ears as I lied my head against his chest.

The beat of his heart. His alive heart. I wash out the shampoo from my hair and step out. I'm so lucky he's alive, so lucky I've got him. I turn off the shower and dry myself off with a towel. Pulling on my boxers, socks and jeans I grab my shirt and walk into our bedroom. Mikey bursts through the door just as I pull on my shirt.

"Damnit." He whispers. I raise my eyebrow. "What's wrong Mikes?" He sighs. "I got here after you put your shirt on, for fucks sake." I laugh at his sad face and kiss his nose. "Maybe later I'll take it off." I whisper seductively. He looks at me with hope filled eyes and I smile at his adorableness. I pull him close to me and rest my head against his chest. I hum and close my eyes, letting the thrum of his heart wash over me.

Mikey kisses the top of my head and pulls away. I lace my fingers through his and look into his eyes. "I'm so glad I have you." He smiles. "I'm so glad I have you too." I let go of his hand and go downstairs, leaving him to get dressed. I'm met with two steaming cups of coffee and two plates of strawberry pancakes. God he's perfect.

Mikey comes back down and together we eat our pancakes. "Wanna build a pillow fort after breakfast?" Mikey asks through a mouthful of pancakes. I smile but stop myself. That's our thing but...this feels wrong. This doesn't feel like the happy bubble I normally feel. Mikey smiles at me. "Come on Pete, maybe we can bury you afterwards! I bet you'll eventually find a way to breathe." I stand up and back away from him.

"Mikey what are you doing?" He advances towards me, pancake covered knife in hand. "Babe stop, you're scaring me." He cocks his head to the side, still smiling. "You scared enough to wake up?" I look at him confused. "Wake up Pete, wake up Pete, wake up, wake up." I cower in the corner and close my eyes. "Wake up, wake up, wake up."

I open my eyes. I wake up. Alone. Mikey's gone and never coming back.