Lmao okay so 2007 is a fucking weird time and trying to write around that time period/time is hella ducking hard so bare with me bc I'm figuring out what computers and what phones were used during that time and MySpace and shit like that lmao

It's also summer and I'm leaving for Greece in 2 days times and I've got a fucking throat infection so that's put a very very very large downer on my mood. So I've decided to write for this fic now that I've just recently finished another!

Also! Don't judge me because I was never old enough to have MySpace and I'm remembering vaguely about MSN so correct me where I'm wrong

By the time that Pete wakes up it's gotten dark outside and the television has switched itself off from the lack of use during their sleep. The house has grown long cold and so has the space on the sofa beside them, cold and empty from what Pete can see through their half lidded eyelids and blurry vision as they stiffens back a yawn.

Pete had somehow convinced Ryan into staying for another hour or so before leaving, mostly for the fact that Pete needed Ryan to do things for them around the house before their mom got home and also for the fact that Pete really does hate being on their own in the house. So Ryan says, he finishes the rest of the Ben and Jerry's ice cream tub and they watch a couple of Simpson Episodes that had been playing on the television.

Ryan can never stay for long, his mom is such a worrier and his dad an asshole, or well that's what Pete can say from the handful of meetings of Ryan Ross's parents. A match made in hell if you ask Pete but nobody does and so they keep their mouth shut about it. It just be nice to have a parent that worries of where they are constantly, most of the time Petes mom doesn't even know if they're in the house or not, too busy with work.

"Stupid cute guy and his stupid cute butt."Pete grumbles through the pain whenever they accidentally lean on their ankle, grumbling something about painkillers under their breath because maybe that's a good start on the road to recovery.

There's a little voice of regret for trying to impress the cute guy at the skatepark, mostly because Pete is far from being good at skateboarding and secondly for the fact that they had tripped over a rock and twisted their ankle like a loser. If it hadn't been for the fact that Pete is secretly the biggest crybaby out there and has the pain tolerance of a newborn puppy, Pete would've gotten up and sauntered away unharmed.

But damn, Pete really wanted their number.

Hoping to to the kitchen, Pete ends of making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off for dinner, noticing that it's now past 9 at night. With a bottle of coke under their arm and a plate of sandwiches in their hand the struggle that Pete has getting up the stairs while hoping is a sight that Ryan would kill to see.

Petes bedroom is a good size, big enough for a double bed, wardrobe and a desk to fit in the room and to have free space to move without bumping into anything. The walls are painted a dark blue, the bedroom blacked out with dark black out curtains and matching bed sheets. On the walls contain posters, some of them bands and others from classic films and mementos all around the bedroom.

Ryan:

U owe me a million bucks

Ryan sent a video link!

Ryan:

Also, did u know that a lot of sick sucks post videos of bunny rabbits choking on carrots?

Pete:

When I become rich and famous, I'll give u a million bucks

Ryan:

Deal. Yo btw frank said something about some type of house party tomorrow night, I told him to fuck off bc last time we nearly got jumped and frank nearly O.D'ed on coke

Pete:

Is Dal going

Ryan:

U think breezy will let him go to a party. The bitch has him tied up tighter than a dog with rabies

Pete:

That was an extremely disbursing metaphor ry. Think u got some issues to work on buddy

Taking a bite of their sandwich, Pete hums as they minimise the MSN screen into the corner of the computer that's set up in their room. It had been a birthday gift from Petes dad last year, as well as an apology gift for missing their birthday and for being out of town on that weekend. Pete didn't care, it wasn't like their birthday was a big thing anyway.

New message!

Hey x

"Who the fuck are you?"Pete squints at the screen, mouth stuck together with dry peanut butter as they scratch at their jaw. Maybe they should work on chemistry homework but Pete is really more fascinated by the video that Ryan sent of the bunny deep throating a carrot to care about atoms.

Hey x

"Persistent much?"Pete raises an eyebrow at the screen, watching as the copied greeting
in the chat rectangle fades into the background of the computer home screen. Pete wipes at their mouth with the sleeve of the hoodie they'd thrown on, it's not even Petes and Pete is pretty sure it's Ryan's.

It's not like getting weird pop ups wasn't uncommon, mostly because Ryan likes to set them up on weird dates with weird guys that like to grind to Beyoncé songs - and don't get Pete wrong, Beyoncé is Queen but grinding to her songs is definitely not a turn on. But bless him, he tries so hard but fails so much.

Hey x

"What the fuck do you want- no don't type that what am I doing?"Pete is back spacing aggressively at the keyboard whenever they accidentally type whatever they say. Biting their bottom lip and looking at the screen, Pete decides to play along to the persistent messenger.

Pete has accepted Mikey Ways conversation request!

Mikey:

Hey x

Pete:

Persistent

Mikey:

I prefer to call myself eager

Pete:

Or creepy. There's that too

Pete:

Listen, if Ryan gave u my email then I'm not interested. I've had sex with way too many people that like to belt out show tunes during sex

Mikey:

That's strangely specific but intriguing

Mikey:

And okay yes 'Ryan' gave me ur MSN bc he refused to give me ur MySpace??

Pete:

It's sacred

Mikey:

It's emo

Pete:

Look who the fk r u and what do u want cus I got better shit to be doing

Mikey:

I hope ur ankle is okay x

Pete:

Whoop back to creepy. Bye

Mikey:

Noooooooooooooooo I was at the park today. The skate park. I saw you do that board trip and completely fail. My brothers boyfriend is your friend? Wanted to see if u were okay

Mikey:

Also thought u were pretty cute as well x

"Pete?"Pete is jumping in their desk chair, head going to the bedroom door that's slowly being pushed open and revealing Dale Wentz at the door, cladded in her work clothes and looking extremely tired, something that Pete doesn't blame her for being. She works hard, twice as hard as anyone else that she works with and they can't fault her for that.

"Hey mom. You're home early?"

"It's half 11. And a school night."

"Mom, I'm 17."

"And it's a school night."She repeats as if Pete had failed to hear her the first time. Pete has to suppress the urge to roll their eyes, opting for a sigh and civil nod to stop any arguments from starting up."Go to bed. Your lallygagging can be continued in the morning."

"Fine. Let me just send this last message to Dallon."Pete lies with a reassuring smile which seems to be good enough for their mom who nods her head and bids Pete a good night before calling the bedroom door. With a roll of their hazel eyes, Pete turns back to their computer screen.

Mikey:

R u still there?

Mikey:

Hello?

Pete:

Srry. I'm back

Mikey:

So, are you going to be at the house party tomorrow night? x

Pete:

Maybe x

Mikey:

Well I gtg. Hope to see you tomorrow night babe x

Mikey Way has went offline

Looking at the screen, Pete is swearing under their breath at the last message that Mikey sent before going offline the little shit. Party's one thing, house party's are completely different because it's like Russian roulette if the house party will go south or turn on its head and sometimes that risk is not worth it.

But if somebody from the skatepark wants Pete there - and maybe Mikey Way is the cute guy with the cute butt - then Pete wants to go.

Pete:

We need to go to that house party

Pete:

Tell frank to send us the deets

Ryan:

Wait y

Pete:

For the dick

I'm probably going to be adding a lot of text/ message speak throughout this fic, or through the first couple of chapters anyway because it'd be the communication used between them all.

But please tell me your opinions on this chapter and where this book is heading!

What's your first opinion on Mikey?

Do you think there will be any romance?

What characters do you want to meet in this fic?

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