"I'm going out to see Pete!" Mikey calls to Gerard, who's watching TV on the couch with Lindsey.

"Use protection!"

Mikey throws Gerard a lazy middle finger before he shuts the door behind him and makes his way down the street. He realizes that all his favorite places are near his house; Pete's house, the park, and the coffee shop.

When he knocks on Pete's door, there's about a two-minute wait. Pete opens the door, looking unkempt and tired.

"Aw, what happened to you?"

"I got sick from when I was in the rain," Pete sniffs. "This is my punishment for being a hopeless romantic."

"Then I'm going to stay with you," Mikey declares.

"But then you'll get sick, too!" Pete protests.

"I'm willing to get sick if it's for you."

"Aw, fuck you, Mikeyway!"

"You love me," Mikey grins.

"Nah."

"Come on!" Mikey pouts, "How can you not love this face?"

"Lots of dedication," Pete says blankly, leading Mikey to his room and flopping down on his bed. "Cuddle me?"

"Loser," Mikey laughs, lying down beside pete and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Happy almost-one-month anniversary of our first kiss, by the way."

"Oh, shit, I forgot." Pete sits up, eyes wide. 

"Hey, don't worry, I just remembered this morning when I checked the date."

"No, I've gotta take you somewhere!"

"Pete, it's July 3rd. It's going to be crazy busy everywhere."

"Don't care, Mikeyway. We're going out to eat later."

"But for now, can we just stay here?" Mikey asks.

Pete nods, letting out a defeated, "Yeah." He lies back down, and Mikey snuggles into his side. He wraps a protective arm around Mikey, and Mikey tries to hide a small smile.

"Cute," Pete says, playing with Mikey's hair.

"I'm not cute!" Mikey protests.

"Prove it."

"I'm not cute," Mikey says, grabbing Pete and positioning himself so that he's hovering over Pete, both of his hands on either side of Pete's head. He leans down and kisses Pete, causing Pete to let out a choked sort of noise.

"Mikey-" Pete chokes out as Mikey starts to kiss him harder.

Mikey pulls back and smirks. "I'm not cute," he says triumphantly.

"Jesus Christ, now you've got me thinking of shit that should never be thought of," Pete says.

Mikey smiles at Pete. "Hah!"

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"Maybe."