Sorry for the wait you guys. I really am. BUT  chapter 5 is almost done as well!!
Could be that I'm better at writing if you leave some love ;D
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Mikeys PoV

The whole room fell silent. At least thats what it felt like. I couldn't hear a thing cause i was too focused on anticipating Petes reaction. I was sure he didn't even know who i was until I saw everything fall from his face and he stared at me in utter disbelief. Was the idea of me being me that hideous? Did he hate me so much in Highschool that the fun we had before we left meant nothing to him? I couldn't breathe. I needed to leave but I couldn't move. My body glued me to my seat, my eyes fixed on his perfect face and my mouth ached from being pressed together by an invisible force. I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it was. He would never talk to me ever again. He would ignore me and i Knew it would be for the better. I had Patrick.. I had Ray and Bob.. It would be fine.. I would be okay. I would be as okay with it as i had been in Highschool. Not at all.

The dreadful silence seemed to go on forever until my ringtone yanked me out of my trance and i simply excused myself from the table. I didnt care who on earth called me i was just relieved to know i had an excuse to leave. As soon as i was far enough away from the table i answered the phone only to hear Franks panicking voice on the other side.

I knew from the tone of his voice something happened with Gerard and instantly I forgot everything about my Pete situation.

"Frank whats wrong tell me."

"Mikey.. I I don'tknow what happened.. we were talking and all of a sudden his phone rang and he threw a fit and now I locked myself in your room and I don't know I cant breathe, I .. Mikey I thought we were finally getting aong again." He was sobbing so hard that I had to focus so hard on listening that I got a headache. "Frankie.. you have to slow down.. let e call gee and see whats up alright? Try and watch a movie calm down. M coming home for the weekend. We'll have a talk then." I knew he was nodding but I decided this wasn't the time to mock him about how I can't hear im nodding so I hung up and called my brother. It was a tough call I can tell you. He yelled, then cried, smashed something and the cried more.. With a headache as big as the Eiffel tower I dropped into bed that evening but I couldn't fall asleep. The Pete-thing just dropped back into my mind and I started to imagine all the horrible things he thought at that moent. He looked like it was the worst thing to thibk that he held me in his armes or that I touched his bed. That I even stepped foot into his room. I felt a tear slip down my ace as I felt like the little boy I was in highschool. Just the eird emo kid who never had any other friends than Frankie. The outcast no one wanted to hang with. There was a knock on my door and I hurriedly wiped away the tears before mumbling a short "come inside". A small part of me hoped it would be Pete so naturally I was slightly disappointed when I saw Patrick standing in my doorframe "hey..." he said sympathetically before he plopped down on my bed. "Are you okay? You looked so frightened when ou left earlier" I nodded. Not because I was okay. But because I was frightened. Frightened of how to act around Pete now.. I was thining we could be friends.. I sighed and it seemed like Patrick knew why when he nodded. "I'm gonna tell you a story of me and Pete. It's a secret but I cann tel you deserve to know. " I nodded and even if my heart was shattered it fet like all the pieces were still beating individually to know more about Pete. "Pete and I got to know each other when we were two years old. My mum always said I was jealous because he seeed to be able to do so much more even though we were about the same age. At some point we became best friends. Through Kindergarten, preschool, and all of school we remained best friends. We were never in the same school since I lived in a different district. One day in Highschool he called me at two in the morning just to tell me that he hated his perfect reputation. He wanted to be himself final. A Nerd who loved playing Music instead of a stupid Jock who's good at only Baketball. I asked him why the change of heart and he said the reason was the alcohol and a boy. A boy he met at a party on 31st of October. What I'm trying to say is that he isn't who he always semmed to be in Highschool he is just a shy geek who conceils his insecurities with fake confidence that shakes him up inside everytime he's alone" I was in total shock and adoration. But Patrick didn't help me at all. This story just made me like him even more. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow. What on earths name was I supposed to do now? It physically hurt me how much I liked that bo yet as soon as he found out who I was he lost every emotion on his face he seemed shocked to no end and I couldn't get that picture out of my head. Even after Patrick left I layed awake and knew I wouldn't get a single minute of sleep. My sleep was limited more than my lovelife options.. which were none.

Petes Pov

FUCK. Pete you big fucking dumbass. It was theperfect opportunity and you blew it. you destroyed it. You let everything elseget the best of you and absolutely blew your one chance to be happy. You held him in your arms. You fucking idiot. I thought back to ealier when I changed my shirt to 'Test my waters' as I had called it and I couldn't fucking believe Mikey fucking Way stared at me. I had to make this right. I can't even begin to imagine what he would think of me now. I was a coward. Throwing my clothes somewhere on the ground I dropped down in bed and let out a frustrated groan. How was I supposed to act around him now? So many question flew around in my head that had me fall into restless slumber. On Monday he wasn't in class, Tuesday I didn't get the chance to talk to him, since I had extra credit to go over with my professors, Wednesday we didn't have any classes together Thursday he practically ran from me and Friday was my day off. At the end of the week I was just beat down. I didn't wanna go out with friends, knowing that if I'd go he wouldn't and if I wouldn't he wouldn't either cause he'd be afraid I'd change my mind and go after all. Everytime we would cross paths in the halls the following weeks he would simply turn around and run as if I was freaking lava and he was a citizen of ancient Pompeii. Everytime I called out his name or tried to talk to him he would find a way out of the situation... I had to do something... I know I fucked up and he thinks I wanna beat him up or tell him how disgusted I am when quite frankly I just wanna fucking hold him close and kiss him till there's nothing but Mikey left in my lungs.
So one day I grabbed Patrick, we sat down and came up with a plan.

(That took me forever for him to agree too, cause he was mad at me for making Mikey feel this way... )