[based on a tumblr post from which the username wasn't included. also, if any of you are gonna be in indiana around march 17th, hmu because i'll be there then!!]

Sometimes, Pete wishes he had never told Mikey that he was a vampire.

Especially when Mikey gets mad at him.

"Mikey, c'mon! Let me in!" Pete says. "It was an accident!"

"You made us late for Patrick's wedding!" Mikey calls through the bedroom door. 

"I'm sorry!"

Mikey opens the door, and Pete jumps back.

"Fucking ow!" He says, and he feels his eyes start to water from being so close to whatever Mikey's repelling him with. 

Mikey twirls his crucifix necklace around his finger, and Pete backs away. 

"Mikey, I can fucking die from that shit! That's not funny!"

"You're right. Sorry," Mikey says, taking off the necklace. "I'm gonna go make dinner."

"What are we having?"

"Italian."

"Mikey!" 

"Love you too. I'm gonna go get started."

And Mikey struts into the kitchen. Pete feels his fangs click involuntarily, knowing full well that he'll have to hunt if he can't eat whatever Mikey's making.

"I fucking hate you," Pete declares as he walks to the door. "Are you seriously making me hunt?"

The only sound that comes from the kitchen is the whirring of the oven. 

Pete sighs and opens the door, making sure he shuts it behind him. Suddenly, he's glad that Mikey lives right next to a large wood. Pete extends his fangs. "Fucking hell," He breathes as he walks into the trees, praying for at least a squirrel or two.

When he comes back, there's blood all over his mouth, and Mikey's sitting in the living room, eating his Italian food. Mikey looks back at him. "Oh, you hunted? I made fettuccine with no garlic."

"You-" Pete's fangs click back into place out of sheer annoyance. He runs his tongue along them and retracts them. Pete sighs loudly, then goes to the bathroom to wash the goat blood out of his mouth. 

Pete exits the bathroom. "Can we please just forget about it? 

"Yeah. Yeah, Pete, let's just forget about it. Hey, let's go to the carnival. It's only 7, after all. We'd have an hour or two to do everything."

Pete looks at Mikey warily. "Okay."

"I know you're still upset," Pete says when Mikey pulls into the parking lot near the carnival. "So I'm sorry. I didn't want to miss the wedding any more than you did."

"Hey," Mikey says, then looks at him. "It's okay."

Pete believes him. 

When Mikey gets out of the car, he removes something from his pocket and throws it on the ground. Pete bends down to see whatever it is Mikey has thrown and instantly seats himself when he recognizes it. 

"Mikey! Mikey, no, come on, please! Don't make me fucking count all this shit!"

"Love you! I'll be in the mirror room."

Pete spends an hour counting poppy seeds. When he's finally done counting, he runs to the fee booth, pays his fare, and speeds to the mirror room, forgetting everything about vampires and mirrors. 

"Mikey!" Pete says when he runs into the tent filled with mirrors. He stops instantly when he realizes that he's not human anymore, and that his reflection is nonexistent. Mikey stands there, smirking at him. Pete tackles Mikey. "I'm not letting go until you forgive me."

Pete thanks himself for remembering that he has superhuman strength. 

He curses himself when he forgets that Mikey used to be extremely faithful.

"Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be-"

Pete jumps back from Mikey and is forced to stay in a corner.

Mikey says nothing after this, and neither does Pete. 

"Hey," Pete says. "I can see you from all angles now. Bulge to ass ratio is looking fine."

"Pete!" Mikey turns red.

"Are you going to hold this whole GPS thing against me?"

"No," Mikey grins. "I just wanted to see which vampire things worked. Counting, crucifixes, faith, garlic, and mirrors."

"So you weren't mad?" Pete says in disbelief. 

"No, you idiot." He says, and gestures for Pete to walk to him. "You may be the worst backseat boyfriend ever, but there's no way I'd stay mad at you over that."

Pete beams and kisses Mikey.

"God, I looked at that in the mirror, and it looks fucking weird," Mikey says when he pulls away.

"Wanna see what one-sided making out looks like?" Pete says nonchalantly. Mikey rolls his eyes, but kisses him again anyways.