Pete cracked his knuckles as he stepped off their tourbus. He looked across the parking lot into a silver colored ocean of tourbusses, as crew members from different bands were already dragging different pieces of equipment towards the empty stages. The festival wouldn't start until tomorrow so the bands had enough time to hang out.
He, Patrick, Andy and Joe had all took off in different directions to explore the filled up lot for friends and acquaintances. He wasn't really looking where he was going as he passed through people he didn't know, when suddenly felt a weight jump on his back
"Pete motherfucking Wentz it's been too long".

The shock made his heart beat like a mad man, but as soon as he heard who's voice it was he let out a chuckle and shrugged the person on his back off "Indeed Frankie, how have you been" he smiled at the shorter man.
The guitarist grinned and gave Pete a quick hug "I've been doing pretty well dude, what about you?".
He smiled back "me too man, did the rest just let you run off or did you chew through your leash just to attack innocent people" he playfully said before quickly adding "and by innocent people I mean myself". Frank laughed and threw him a soft punch against his shoulder "I chewed my way to freedom" he said with a proud tone of voice which would have probably fooled any stranger into thinking that his band members actually kept their guitarist on a leash. Frank motioned for him to follow him without saying anything and quikly walked across the lot. Pete sighed, maybe he'd throw the leash idea into the group next time he saw the full formation of MCR.

As he followed Frank they stopped infront of one of the busses a few rows from his own, the door was open and he could hear familiar voices fill the air.
"Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there and look like a creepy stalker" Frank said already half up in the bus.
Pete laughed "fuck you man, I don't even have a lock of your hair, you could hardly qualify me as a stalker".
Frank rolled his eyes as Pete followed him into the tourbus where he was met with the sight of the rest of MCR.

"Mommy, Daddy look what I found, can we keep him" Frank said as he flopped down on Ray and Bob who were sitting on the couch. Bob laughed and shoved Frank onto the floor "fuck off, my kids would never look as ugly as you Iero" and Frank replied by sticking out his tongue at him, still sitting on the bus floor. Gerard was the first to come up to him for a hug and after Ray and Bob had greeted him too, he noticed that the younger Way brother was missing.

"Did you forget your bassist somewhere" he asked jokingly. Ray huffed "no these fuckers only seem to forget me from time to time". The group laughed and Ray's pout turned into a grin as he joined the laughter, he never really got angry, even when his friends forgot him at gas stations.
Gerard sat down next to Frank on the floor and whispered something in his ear to which Frank replied with a giggle and cheeks that flushed with a soft red blush. Pete turned to Bob and Ray who both just shrugged. Bob slammed his hand on the table "but to answer your question, since the Olsen twins are too busy giggling about Barbie dolls, Mikey is somewhere out on the lot too man".
Pete smirked as Frank flipped off the drummer "thanks, I guess I'll go look him up then".
"Hey Pete, could you ask Joe, Andy and Patrick to stop by too if they're outside? It's been way too long." Ray asked.
He smiled "sure man, we've missed you guys too" and just before he got to the door he heard Frank call behind him.
"Pete".
He turned around to the guitarist who had a smirk painted across his face "give Mikey a kiss from me if you find him would you".
He could sense that he was starting to blush and in attempt to keep his composure he just grinned at Frank "sure thing, watch out that Gerard won't get jealous though, maybe he'll get you a new leash if you ask nicely" and with that he leapt of the bus stairs on to the concrete parking lot.

It was getting darker outside and there were even more people outside now. He buried his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he stalked through the rows of busses, casually greeting people he knew one way or another as he passed. He hoped that his friends hadn't seen him blushing like a teenage girl. However he repayed Frank by his Gerard comment. Drunken confessions made at the Warped tour a year earlier when their bands had become friends caused both men to have certain leverage over eachother.

Him and Frank had taken off with a few beers, eventhough both men were already pretty smashed. There had been a small party going on outside the tourbusses that got a bit too crowded for them when people decided it was a good idea to turn the lot into an outdoor disco by pulling out a few speakers and putting on the Bee Gees.

They sat down in the middle of the grass field next to the lot but far enough to hardly hear the music and the drunk people who were singing along to the high notes of Robin Gibb.
"Aaah" Frank said after he took the first swig of his beer "what's new Petey boy".
Pete laughed and took a sip of his own drink "not much man, had to get away from those drunk idiots though" he slurred.
Frank snorted "I get you, but we're fucking smashed too, well atleast I know I am" he said before downing the contents of the can before chucking it a few feet away.
Pete nodded before following the younger man's lead, his can landing closer to where they were sitting.
"Dude you suck" Frank laughed, earning him a playfull shove.

The two of them looked out over the lot where they saw the Way brothers in the middle of a semi circle, making moves that were probably meant to look like dancing. Especially Mikey looked like he had lost all coördination in his long limbs and was just ramdomly flailing them around.
Pete surprised himself when he didn't burst out in laughter, but instead felt his lips curl up in a soft smile. His and Frank's bands had started out since the start of the tour six weeks ago and though he had become friends with all of them, he had found himself closest to the younger Way brother.
They had spent hours talking when the others were already snorring away in their bunks but they still didn't run out of words. Even when there was a silence both of them enjoyed it because it was perfectly comfortable and gave them both room think about subject they had discussed. But over the last two weeks there had been a change, and it scared him a little. The urge to grab Mikey's hand, cuddle up to him or stare into his eyes grew every time Pete saw him. It scared him because he knew where these feelings were heading and yet, he could not understand them.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard a soft chuckle next to him. Frank sat with his legs crossed watching intently as Gerard was jumping around and throwing his fist around, he looked ridiculous but Frank's eyes were lit up and warm. Then it hit him.
"Frank motherloving Iero, you're in love with Gerard" he grinned as Frank snapped his head to his side.
His voice came out high as he stuttered "Fuck no, w-why" he scraped his troath and attempted to continue in a more casual way "why would you even say that dude".
Pete opened another beer for himself "you were staring at him while he was making an ass out of himself yet you looked as if he was juggling chainsaws while riding a unicycle" he took a sip "add that to you stuttering like a boy who just got caught staring at his teacher's boobs and we have a tiny guitar player who is smitten by his best friend" his slurring was getting heavier but he knew that he was still coherent.

Pete expected a laugh or a comment about how Frank wasn't that much shorter than him, but was instead met with a heavy sigh and the popping sound of Frank opening up a new beer himself.
He watched as the younger man took a few gulps before putting down the half empty can infront of him. "I'll tell you, but you can't talk about this to anyone, not Patrick, Joe or Andy and especially not to Gerard, Mikey, Ray or Bob".
Pete scrunched his eyebrows, he didn't knew that this was such a serious issue as Frank started talking.
"I'm not in love with him. Not yet. But fuck Pete, I can feel it going there" he was moving his hands to emphasize his words "I try to kill the feeling but everytime that asshole says or does something all I want to do is hug him".
Pete understood exactly what Frank was feeling, including the confusion and the fear in his voice.
He also knew that the booze was taking over his brain and before he could clasp his hands infront of his mouth he had already spilled the words he still couldn't accept himself "I'm falling for Mikey Way".

Frank looked him in the eyes, he didn't make a smart ass remark about like he normally would, instead he just grabbed his can and clunk in together with Pete's in manner of toasting before he took a swig.
"Fuck our lives" he softly slurred, and Pete just nodded in agreement.

Of course said leverage was only used to tease eachother, neither of them wanted their little crushes to come out and ruin their friendships.
That was all it was a crush, not much more than admiration and respect. Still, his heart jumped as he heard the voice of the man he'd been searching for behind him.
"Hey Pete".