Pete's POV

I ran home. I left Mikey and just ran. He didn't even call after me. Didn't call my phone. Didn't run after me but I saw the car drive past me. He didn't look at me at all. Rounding the corner I stop and catch my breath, leaning on a wall for support. Did I mean that little to him that he doesn't care enough to put me before his fucking reputation?

He says he loves me. Love. What is love? I'll tell you. Love is something that is nice and makes you feel warm and tingly inside until it rips you apart and leaves you broken and crying on the ground. My legs give way and I sink to the ground, a crying, snotty mess. Attractive right? No wonder he doesn't care. I'm selfish, a mess and disgusting.

I'm so fucking stupid! I ruin everything. I shouldn't have overreacted, I should've just talked to Mikey about it. Now I've made him choose between me and his friends. Who does that? Me apparently. That's why I shouldn't be here. Lifting myself off the ground, pebbles ground into my palms, I shakily set off towards a tree. Not just any tree. The tree.

Mikey and I's tree. The tree where we danced together and carved our names into the bark. Once I reach it, my fingers run over the enitials and feel the roughness of the wood. I remember climbing this tree with Mikey.

Flashback

"Mikey it's fine! You won't fall. I've got you." He glances at me, eyes full of fear. I reach out my hand even further and posotion myself underneath him so I'm able to catch him should he fall.

"Not far now, you're so close to the ground." I coax him down. When he's on the ground he flings his arms around me, holding on tightly. I breathe in his scent and hug him back. "You were so brave Mikes." I tell him. He squeezes me before pulling away. I fish around in my pocket and pull out a sharp object. "Pete why do you have a knife?" Mikey asks warily.

I kiss his cheek. "So we can carve our enitials, plus it's a swiss army knife." I take his hand and place it on the knife, covering his hand with mine. Gently I guide both our hands and the knife to the trunk, carving p+m=♥. I know it cheesy but it's love. True love. It always will be.

"It's perfect babe." Mikey murmers, resting his head on my shoulder. "You're perfect..."

I reach the highest and final branch. I edge along it to the end and breathe deeply before closing my eyes. "I'm sorry Mikey."

"No!"

Mikey's POV

The look in Pete's eyes. Hurt, heart break and regret. His little legs run fast as Hell and he's gone before I blink. I want to go after him or at least shout and I know if I don't he'll hate me; he'll hate me anyway. A knock on the car window startles me. "Are you ok?" I look out the window and see a concerned face. I wind my window down with a sigh.

"I'm fine Alicia. Why?"

"Because Pete just ran very quickly away from you and you look sad."

"We just had a minor disagreement."

"You know what happens when you have 'minor disagreements.' Since when has it ended well?" I freeze. I never thought about that. Shit, shit, shit! "Oh my God Alicia. I have to go, thanks for helping me with my shit."

Without bothering with my seatbelt I just drive. I don't know where he's gone or going. I can't see him. I just drive down the street. I can see one person running but I pay them no attention. Instead I circle round all the streets, always ending up back here. Where the fuck did he go? I turn down one final street. No luck. Deciding to take a break, I drive up to our tree. I remember everything. He was so supportive and it was so much fun.

I smile at the memories, shutting off the engine. A few branches and leaves fall to the ground in a heap. I step out of the car and circle the trunk. I can still find our carving, it hasn't be worn away! A chilly breeze blows through the leaves, leaving me with goosebumps. More leaves fall off and the tree seems to move a bit. What the Hell?

Is there someone in the tree? I step back and look up, craning my neck to see the higher branches. Someone is in the tree. Pete! He edges to the end of the branch and stops. Oh shit. "I'm sorry."

"No!" I scream. Pete opens his eyes, startled. "Mikey?" He asks. "Pete come down! We need to talk!" I cup my mouth with my hands. "I'm sorry!" Pete shakes his head. "Sorry isn't good enough." I step backwards into the road so I can see him properly. "Pete please! You don't know how much I love you and how much you mean to me because I never told you. I never showed you and that's not fair. Everything we ever did was something you did for me and I never showed you how I truly felt. I was so selfish and stupid and I never thought I would lose you."

I tear up a little bit. He thinks about it and then climbs all the way down. He stands at the base of the tree and makes no effort to walk towards me. "I know. I wanted to do nice things for you, all you had to do was be with me publically and not act like you were ashamed of me." I move to take a step towards him but in my peripheral vision I see a large silver object come racing towards me.

"Mikey!" Pete yells. It crashes into my side and I feel bones shatter. Blood runs warm and thick down my face and neck. Hands grab at me, shaking me gently, stroking my hair and face. Through blurry vision I see Pete frantically on the phone and looking at me. He's scared. I am too. "Mikey baby don't leave me." He cries. I try and smile but my face is numb.

I try to move my lips to talk. "Look in my pocket." I struggle. He looks confused but complys. He pulls out a velvet box. "Mikey..."

"Open it."

He gasps. "It's beautiful!"

"Will you, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third, marry me?" Tears rolls down his face and he nods. I try and manage a smile before the darkness pulls me down. "I love you..."