"Mikeyway!"

Mikey was woken from his nap by Pete jumping on him near 7:30 that night.

"Nng, Pete?" Mikey groaned, pushing Pete off of him. Pete fell onto the floor.

Pete sat up. "Ow. What was that for, Mikeyway?"

"You woke me up from my nap," Mikey deadpanned, staring at Pete groggily.

"But it's 7:30!" Pete protested, climbing onto the bed and lying down beside Mikey.

"Doesn't matter. Never wake me up like that again."

"Rude."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Truth or dare."

"Fine. Truth or Dare?" Mikey said, grabbing his glasses from the nightstand and cleaning his shirt. He put them on Pete.

"I'm blind! That's not fair!" Pete complained, looking at Mikey with slightly larger eyes. "This hurts. Truth."

"One, take them off. Two, who do you like?"

Pete took off Mikey's glasses. "If I told you, Mikeyway, it wouldn't be a secret."

"At least tell me if I know him."

"Better than anyone else."

"You've got a crush on yourself? Wow, narcissistic much?"

Pete grinned. "No, I'm not autosexual. But you do know him better than anyone, even his best friend."

"And who's that?"

"I can't tell you."

"What does his last name start with?"

"W."

"What's his name?"

"Truth or dare, Mikeyway?" Pete asked suddenly. Mikey pouted.

"Dare."

Pete pondered for a moment before resting his arms behind his head and leaning back, letting out a contented sigh. "Go get me some food."

"Jerk," Mikey murmured, getting out of bed and going into the kitchen to make popcorn.

Pete shifted. What if Mikey knew now?

"He fucking knows, I swear to god, he fucking knows. Why else would he ask so many questions? He was trying to make it seem like he didn't know! Jesus, I probably ruined my fucking friendship with my stupid crush. Dammit, Pete." Pete whispered, smacking himself in the forehead.

After about 5 more minutes, Mikey returned with his phone in his left hand and a bag of popcorn in his right. He tossed it to Pete. "Share."

Pete snickered and opened the bag, offering Mikey some. Mikey took a small handful and began to nibble on the popcorn.

"Oh, did you butt dial me or something? I got a call from you, like, 5 minutes ago." Mikey said, looking at Pete.

"Yeah, guess so. Sorry."

"Pete, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Pete answered.

"Uh, what's your full name?" Mikey grinned.

"Asshat! You know it already!" Pete huffed. Mikey just smiled even wider. "Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III. And you're Michael James Royal Asshat Way."

"Hey, I like your name! How come you hate it so much?"

"Because I sound like a snob."

"Yeah, the snobbiest emo on the block."

"Truth or dare, Mikey?"

"Truth."

"Who do you like?"

Mikey's grin faded. Oh, fuck. "Um- he- uh..." Mikey trailed off. "I don't wanna say. But he's an amazing friend and he's really sweet. And I hate him sometimes, but honestly I love him a lot and he's great, you know?"

Pete felt his gay little emo heart shatter into a million pieces, and he was certain that Mikey could hear it, too.

"Truth or dare?" Mikey said, trying not to be awkward.

Pete attempted his poker face, which was nowhere near as good as Mikey's. "Dare."

Mikey's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Kiss me."

"Wh-what?"

"Pete, we both like each other. I heard you talking about me when you accidentally called. I dare you to kiss me."

"Fuck, I- we're 14, are you sure-"

"Yes, Pete. I triple dog dare you." Mikey said, smiling at Pete.

"Asshole. That went out of style in sixth grade."

"Well?"

"Yeah. I can't back out of a triple dog dare, can I?"

And suddenly the two were sitting up, and Pete cupped Mikey's jaw pulled him close. And they were kissing, and it was fucking amazing. Mikey felt the butterflies that were previously in his stomach die and become feathers that tickled him. But it was a good tickle.

Pete's lips were soft and gentle, like how Mikey had imagined so many times before. Mikey hadn't worn chapstick since god-knows-when, but he still felt like his lips were still considerably soft, judging from the way Pete tilted his head ever-so-slightly before he pulled away.

"That-that was..." Pete said, eyes wide.

"Yeah."

"Wanna do it again?"

"Yeah."

Again, the kiss was just as gentle, yet it was a bit longer. This time, Mikey pulled away, allowing Pete to hug him and rest his head on Mikey's shoulder.

And they fell back onto the mattress, still cuddling; Pete's head tucked into Mikey's chest and Mikey's arms wrapped tight around Pete.

"Mhm, what does this mean?"

Mikey smiled and rested his chin on Pete's head. "It means I get to take another nap."