Mikey's POV

"You fucked up."

"Seriously? I just got through the door!"

"You fucked up." Kicking off my shoes and massaging my temples, I ignore my brother and go straight for the asprin. "Leave me alone Gee, I'm not in the mood."

"Well Alicia's pissed, well done. Also tell me who it is and I will." Grabbing a glass of water and a couple of pills I trudge upstairs to my room, casually throwing a "Pete Wentz" over my shoulder. Before opening my band covered door, I prepare myself mentally with the avalanche of hate when I call Alicia. "Don't call her then." I tell myself. "Just call her. She deserves it." I say back to myself.

"Stop talking to yourself," Gerard smirks as he walks past "Pete won't like you." I flip him off even though he's behind a closed door. Opening my own door and closing it so Brendon doesn't get pissed (he has a weird phobia and some sort of 'Spidey sense'), I pick up my phone and call Alicia.

A: what do you want

M: I wanna say sorry but I think you'll hit me

A: how?

M: you could like, reach through the phone?

A: *laughs* I guess. You're funny, but I'm still pissed

M: can I at least explain?

A: please

M: I pissed off Gerard, he told me I've changed and it's because of you so I got shit faced, didn't think straight and fucked Pete Wentz

A: oh shit

M: what do you mean?

A: I remember

M: so do I

A: I don't remember everything, can you remind me what happened?

M: we dated for a year, then one day he tried to kill himself, my parents got pissed, moved me and I haven't seen him since yesterday

A: oh

M: yeah

A: would you ever...you know. Get back together with him?

M: no

A: why not?

M: too many bad memories

A: I'm confused

M: he cheated on me

A: with?

M: Gabe Saporta

A: oh. That twatface

M: yup

A: yeesh

M: yup

A: you do know I'm breaking up with you?

M: *sigh* yeah, I know

A: friends?

M: sure

A: sorry

M: I'm reaching through the phone

A: shit! Sorry bye!

M: bye!

"Cookie?" Gerard waves a plate of cookies in my water covered face. I reach for one, snotting and crying everywhere. "That's attractive." He mumbles. "Sh..shut..u..up..y..you spa...spaz. If th..that.t..was...Fra..ank..you wouldn't...s.s.ay that." Stuttering and gasping for air, I'm too sad to properly be pissed.

Offened he leaves, taking the cookies with him. "F...F..FUCKING...P..PRICK!" I yell before curling into a sobbing, unmovable ball on my bed.

Pete's POV

"You fucked up."

"Shut up. I just spent the last three hours cleaning your shitty bathroom!"

"You fucked up." Reaching for the coffee, I ignore my roomate and sit at the table, exhausted and upset. "Patrick's coming over later. He's bringi-"

"Bringing Joe?" Brendon nods. Great! I don't hate Patrick but I don't really wanna see him right now. Especially not if he's bringing Joe. "You fucked up."

"I know! I know I fucked up and me and Patrick will never be the same, stop fucking telling me!" I yell.

"Who said I was talking about Patrick?" Brendon winks and slides a piece of paper to me across the table before leaving the apartment.

07213 964666 ~ Mikey :)

I'm guessing it's for Brendon but you know, Mikey doesn't have to know...

I quickly send a group DM from Brendon's account and type Mikey's number into my phone.

Beebo: hey guys, drinks at mine?

Instantly I got replies from Patrick, Joe, Andy and Mikey. Ryan sent a private DM. 'Pete, why you on Bren's account?' Followed by a 'Nevermind, he told me.'

I wait patiently for half an hour before someone knocks on the door. Even though I was expecting it, it still shocked me slightly. Puffing my cheeks, and blowing out softly, I open the door. Neither of us say anything. "I should go."

"Mikey no. Please."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"More people are coming!"

"When?"

"Soon."

"Ok." He steps inside and takes off his shoes. Leading him to the living room, I show him our collection of movies. "Pick one." I say. He points at a random one. Batman. Same. "Ok then." An awakward silence falls over us until the movie starts. After twenty minutes, a knock on the door penetrates the atmosphere.

"Patrick! Hi!" I smile widly and open the door a bit more to let Joe and Andy come in. "Help yourself to drinks, you too Mikey!" I call to him. "Mikey?" Patrick whispers. "Brendon." I whisper back. Patrick nods and grabs some water while Mikey gets some coffee. "Well," he says after taking a sip "this tastes better than the hospital coffee did."

"When were you in hospital?" Patrick asks. "When Pete was like five years ago." Silence. It covers the room like a painful blanket. "When was Pete in hospital?" Andy asks. "We didn't know him when he was fifteen, we've only known him a couple of years. We met in college." Mikey looks at me. "You didn't tell them?" I glare at him. "Mikey, don't."

The others scramble to change the subject but Mikey fucking Way smirks and carries on. "So he didn't tell you about his suicide attempt?" My fingers curl into a fist and my eyes harden. My lips become a tight, thin line and I flare my nostrils. "Pete?" Joe looks at me, wary and suprised. "Pete...why didn't you tell us?"

I look away from all of them, especially Patrick. "I didn't think it mattered." I whisper. "DIDN'T THINK IT MATTERED? OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERED PETE YOU TWAT!" Patrick yells, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. A combination of Mikey whispering "Good luck." And Joe trying to calm Patrick with a "babe, calm down." Makes me bolt from the room.

Rushing into the bathroom I open the cabinet and grab whatever pills I can find, tipping them down my throat. What's the point in staying if I'm constantly reminded of when I failed? My friends are pissed and the man I lov- loved...Isn't him anymore. That's not my Mikey in the kitchen, it's Alicia's.

I flush the toilet to make is seem less suspicious and re-enter the kitchen. First I hug Patrick and apologise. "I should go." Mikey says again but Andy looks him straight in the eyes. "Oh no motherfucker, you're staying right here." He rolls his eyes but traipses back into the living room. We all follow suit but I hold onto Patrick, trying to disguise my dizziness with a hug.

I lower myself onto the opposite sofa of Mikey and try to concentrate on the film. I tell myself I'm ok and I'll be ok but the fuzziness clouding my vision disagrees. "Pete, we love you. You know you can tell us anything." Everything sounds like it's underwater so I can't be sure who's speaking. Instead I painfully nod, trying to conceal it with a slightly less painful grimace.

"You ok?" Someone ask. "Yeah..I..I just need s..some a..air." Manoeuvring myself into a standing position takes a lot of effort. I feel my legs start to wobble.

Cotton balls flood my head. Everything hurts. My heart starts beating quickly, my mouth is dry, my head is spinning, my vision is fading. I'm unaware of anything but the black abyss that catches my weak, tumbling body.