You got a nice ass
"Hey I might go watch a
set, wanna come?" Ray was hanging over the edge of his bunk, sticking his face into the bunk below.
"Yeah maybe who's playing?" Mikey asked.
"Didn't check." Ray shrugged
Mikey found an old battered pair of shoes under his bunk and shrugged on a hoodie before following Ray outside.
"Dude it's the middle of summer do you really need a hoodie?"
"Fuck off let me live."
There was lots of screaming and cheering coming from the pit by the stage.
"Oh yeah I've heard of them 'Fade Out Boy' or something they're meant to be good." Mikey pointed to the stage.
"They're all a bit short, aren't they?" Ray pointed out as they watched the bassist climb on top of an amp, drop his guitar and fling himself into the crowd.
Mikey chuckled "Yeah they are."
Once he'd clambered back onto the stage the bassist found a water bottle and proceeded to spray the crowd with water from his mouth.
"He seems like a bit of a dick" Ray commented, Mikey nodded. "I wanna talk to the guitarist though, he's got a nice model."
The pair waited backstage until the set ended and the band came out.
Mikey watched the bassist dump his guitar on a random technician and grab a beer from someone else's hand. He pushed past several people and flopped onto a table, pushing somebody's guitar onto the floor.
"Dude." Said Mikey before he could stop himself.
"Me?" He replied raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, dude the fuck?"
The guy simply shrugged.
"What's your name?"
"What's it to you." Mikey scowled.
"You got a nice ass. Not many people get that from me. I'm Pete Wentz. Like the Pete Wentz."
Mikey snorted. "What? am I supposed to be impressed?"
Pete stood up and sauntered over to him.
"Most people are." He looked Mikey up and down "Your name?"
"Not much to be impressed by. Tiny guy, average bass player, unless your dick is in proportion with your ego rather than your height, you're nothing to scream about."
With that Mikey walked off.
-
"Fucking hell, Frank gimme your water." Mikey whined, placing his bass against a wall.
"I think that was our best set so far. Jetset sounds real nice live." Frank nodded tossing each of them a water and sitting down.
"Not bad, Mikey Way."
Mikey turned and saw Pete leaning against the wall and smirking.
"Nothing special but not bad."
"Why are you here? Fuck off." Mikey groaned.
"Who's this?" Gerard asked.
"A dickhead, that's who." Mikey muttered
"Hey! Be nice, Mikey Way!" Pete scalded
"Who told you who I am?"
"Saporta"
Mikey muttered something about Gabe Saporta under his breath that Pete didn't quite catch but it involved a lot of swearing.
"There's a party down by where the merch normally is later, 9ish. Any of you feel like coming?" Asked Pete sounding bored.
"Yeah sounds cool. We'll be there." Frank replied.
Mikey shot a glare at him as Pete walked away.
"You can thank me later. I just got you laid." Frank smirked.
"What?!" Mikey choked.
"Oh please. He's obviously into you. Why do you think he's acting like that?" Ray suddenly piped in.
"Because he's a prick!" Mikey spluttered. "I'm not going"
-
"Can I use your eyeliner?" Mikey asked.
"No fuck off." Gerard replied. "And gimme my shoes back."
"Getting dressed up are we?" Frank smirked and really wasn't all that surprised when Mikey sent a shoe flying his way.
The party itself turned out to be alright. There was plenty of booze plus a bit more and a blink album blaring at full volume.
Mikey deliberately avoided a crowd of people whom he could see cheering Pete on in some hideous game involving a ridiculous amount of shots.
He actually managed to have quite an enjoyable time, flirt with some girls -none of whom turned out to be particularly interesting, and stay reasonably sober...well in his opinion anyway.
Glancing around it became apparent that the rest of his band had left. He was heading for the door when he heard someone wrenching painfully.
Following the noise, Mikey found none other than Pete Wentz on the floor, puking his guts up. The bassist shakily tried to stand, failed and fell back onto his knees.
Mikey hesitated. He could tell Pete wasn't going to make it back to his tour bus like this. The guy was a dick but he didn't feel right leaving him here like this.
"Pete?" Mikey said cautiously.
Pete groaned and looked up at him.
"C'mon I'm gonna take you back to your bus." Mikey draped one of Pete's arms over his shoulders and hauled him to his feet. He stank of vodka and vomit and something that didn't smell very legal.
"What happened to your lip?" Mikey asked, noticing he was bleeding.
"Ssssome" Pete hiccuped. "Some guyyy wass...he wass ssslagging off my ffffriend... My fffriennd Ryyyyyyan. He wasss making jokesss because hissss dad's an alcoholic and Ryan's a nice guyyy. So I punchedd the dude!" Pete laughed a little.
"Is Ryan the one with the eyeliner and the funny hair?"
"Yeah!" Said Pete excitedly "Thatsss him!"
"I saw him bringing food to some fans the other day. He seems cool."
"Like I saiddd He's a niiiice guy!"
Mikey knocked on the door of the Fall Out Boy bus and a man in blue boxers with long brown hair open it. He had a lot of tattoos.
"Oh dear, Pete." The man sighed.
"Aaandy!" Pete grinned lopsidedly. "Andyyy didn't come to the paaaarty because he doesn't drink." Pete informed me nodding seriously.
Andy and I exchanged a glance and he took Pete from me.
"Thanks for bringing him back. Probably would've fallen in a ditch otherwise. Sorry if he was being a dick. He's always like that." Andy shook his head.
"No trouble. Actually, he wasn't."
-
Mikey pondered Pete's behaviour all night and most of the next day. He didn't have a set to play so he went to watch Pete's.
Pete was being his usual arrogant self. Screaming into the mic, annoying their singer, jumping and breaking equipment.
He found it hard to believe that this man had stood up for anyone.
He saw Pete make eye contact with him during their last song and so wandered off before he could catch up with him. He didn't really feel like receiving any more ass related comments.
It wasn't till the sun was starting to set that Mikey left the bus again. Mainly to get away from the noise of his brother making out with their guitarist. Most of the band usually didn't leave the bus until after dark anyway giving them a reputation somewhat similar to a vampire nest.
He headed down the path past all the buses until the path became grass. He hadn't been down here before so he decided to explore the grassy area. After about 10 minutes of walking he found an area laden with flowers. Pink and purple and white and here and there a few yellow flowers peaked through the sun dried grass.
He bent down to pick one and heard a rustle.
A few metres away bent low in the grass was Pete.
Mikey stared wondering what he could possibly be doing out here. He presumed his band mates weren't also making out...or so he hoped.
He stood and watched him for a moment or two until Pete turned and jumped at Mikey's sudden appearance. He dropped everything he was holding and began stuttering excuses.
Mikey paced over to him and saw a collection of tiny yellow flowers lying scattered at Pete's feet.
"You were picking flowers?" Mikey asked curiously.
"No..." Pete's face turned crimson.
"They're beautiful." Mikey gathered them up and handed them back to Pete who gave him a suspicious glance. "Really, they are."
"I think so too. I come here a lot."
"You do?"
"Yeah, helps clear my head." Pete said vaguely. Mikey didn't push it. "Here"
Pete gently tucked a flower behind Mikey's ear and smiled at him.
"Thanks." Mikey laughed.
"No problem, Mikey Way."
"You're not so bad." Mikey said after a moment or two of silence.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Pete grinned the same lopsided grin.
"It means you're not as much of a dick as you pretend you are."
"Guess I gotta try harder."
"Or the opposite." Mikey rolled his eyes and Pete laughed.
"I never thanked you for yesterday...that was...that was pretty cool of you. Thanks." Pete stared at his shoes.
"Don't mention it. What you did for Ryan was nice too. I like you better when you're being just Pete." Mikey confessed.
"Just Pete?"
"Yeah. I like Pete much better than 'the famous Pete Wentz'."
"That's funny. Nobody's ever said that. It's normally the other way round." Pete frowned.
"Pete Wentz is a bit of an ass."
"He is, isn't he? What a douche, I hate that guy." Pete was grinning again and Mikey couldn't help but smile back.
"Hey Mikey Way?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna grab a coffee with me tomorrow?"
"Sounds great." Mikey snatched another flower and tucked it behind his other ear. "See you tomorrow, just Pete."
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I've had this one written for ages and I just forgot to upload it so here!