All the way with the boys in the bands.

Pete slowly walked into the room and closed the door behind him. His lip was split and bleeding and he looked sad.
“Hey, babe. Come here.” I gestured for him to join me on his bed.
He nodded and crawled onto it, snuggling into my side, “Gabe and I are fighting.”
“I know. It’s okay.” I smiled, trying to make him do the same. But it was no use. He wasn’t crying but he looked like he could at any second.
“He’s really mad.” Pete mumbled into my shoulder, getting blood on my shirt.
“Shhh. It’s okay,” I repeated and moved him so we were facing each other, “I’m dating you. Not Gabe. You.”
He gave me a small smile as he sat in my lap, “Don’t you ever forget it.” he laughed a little.
“I won’t,” I smiled back and moved up to press my lips to his. I licked over his lips, filling my mouth with the metalic taste of warm blood.
He hooked his legs around mine, as he lowered me on to the bed more so he was really on top.
But he broke our kiss first. Without any warning he snaked his hands into my shirt and laid down with his head on my chest. I moved to pet his hair, knowing he was still mad at Gabe.
It wasn’t Gabes fault, though.
As much as I would tell Pete everything is okay and he did nothing wrong, he kind of did. Gabe did have dibs on me and before him, Frank did. If Pete didn’t get to me first, I probably would be with Gabe. After all he was who I was really looking for.
*back to the night of the Leathermouth/ Fall Out Boy concert*
Pete was awesome with Fall Out Boy. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the band that opened. Cobra Starship.
The lead singer was the tall, hot, tan guy that was at Franks house the other night. He could really sing. While his songs might have been a little weird and a little crude (but hey I go to Mindless Self Indulgence concerts all the time and no one is cruder than them), he had a great voice. And he lifted his shirt during the show and damnnnnnn.
So he had the body of a male model and the voice of a- well I wouldn’t say angel since one of his songs starts with ‘You can ride to the top but you can’t ride on my cock’- but the voice of a really good singer.
When most of the bands were done and Panic! was closing, I went to look for him.
After circling the venue a total of 5 times, I was pretty much done. I ended up near the Fall Out Boy ‘dressing room’ and I figured there was a good chance Gabe was there.
I knocked and waited a minute, before I was grabbed by my shoulder and pulled into the small space, “AYE! Mikey Way’s here!” Pete yelled and gave me a hug.
“Hey, Pete!”
“I was just looking for you,” he laughed.
How he was looking for me when he hadn’t left this room was beyond me.
“Uh I was just looking for you too man.” I smiled back.
Originally I liked Pete, a lot. But I kinda wanted Gabe.
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” he smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pushing us so we were chest to chest.
“Yeah.” And I actually did. If I couldn’t have Gabe, I would just go back to liking Pete.
I’m sorta easy like that.
The whole way back to his house he kept his arm around me and was always touching me in some way.
We had to snag a ride with a band called All Time Low. They were nice guys, but the guy with the brown hair (Alec or Alex I think) and his (maybe) boyfriend with black and blonde hair wouldn’t stop singing Blink-182 songs the whole ride.
Luckily we only had to sit through them butchering 6 songs before they pulled to a screeching stop at Petes house.
“See you guys around!” the brown haired guy yelled.
“Yeah. You guys are the bassist in Fall Out Boy and…” the guy with the dyed black hair said.
“Oh yeah… My Chemical Romance,” I answered as Pete pulled me out of the van.
“What the shit is a chemical romance?” the guitarist said.
“Like I should know,” their singer answered as they screeched out of the driveway.
“It’s a quote from a book,” I mumbled to Pete as I helped him with his bass and amp.
“Thats cool, homie,” Pete laughed and put his arm around me, “Come on this stuff goes in the garage.”
He lead me towards a door that was right next to the unused garage door and unlocked it. The outside of the automatic door was spray painted with names and random band symbols from Pete and Franks bands and their friends. But on the inside, the walls were covered with band posters, expect for one that had flyers from gigs that the brothers had played at. There were microphones and stands in one corner, a drum set in the middle and two guitar racks in another corner.
He told me to set the amp down with the rest of them, that circled the room.
It was like a punk garage band heaven.
“Woah.”
“Yeah. Frank and I spent a shit ton of our families money on this. Plus we give homes to unwanted instruments. We have more downstairs.” Pete laughed as he put his bass on a rack.
“Again, woah.” I laughed and checked out his posters, “You have good taste in music.”
“Haha thanks. I try.” he walked over to me and grabbed my hand before getting on his toes to kiss me. It was just a quick peck, I could barely feel his tongue on my lips before he pulled away, “Sorry if you’re not into that.” Pete rambled on as he blushed.
“No. It’s cool. Actually,” I cut myself off by kissing him. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and moved us closer by putting my hand on his neck.
I guess this was better than looking for Gabe.
*flashback over*
“Is Gabe okay?” I mumbled after a minute of neither of us talking.
“I don’t know. I threw a lamp at him and ran up here,” Pete mumbled back as he clung harder onto me.
I couldn’t help but worry about Gabe, even though I wasn’t supposed to.
“Did it hit him? Is he bleeding?”
“I heard him yell... Why do you care?” Pete snapped at me.
“Because he’s a person. A nice person too. I’m gonna make sure he isn’t hurt. Stay here.” I smiled and kissed his forehead as I made my way over to the door.
I crept down the stairs to find Gabe on the floor, surrounded by broken pieces of what I guess used to be a lamp. He was curled up in on himself and was crying so softly I didn’t realize he was until I got close to him.
“Hey Gabe,” I whispered as I used the couch pillows to move broken pieces away. Once the floor was a little less dangerous, I sat down and rubbed his shoulder.
“Hey Mikey,” he mumbled after a while.
“Are you okay?... Did he hurt you?” I looked at his scared eyes and trembling body. No blood was visible, but he was wearing dark clothes.
“My side hurts.” Gabe cringed and pointed to where he was clutching himself.
“Let me see.”
He nodded and moved so his back rested on the couch and the rest of his long body was on the floor. I lifted his black t shirt up to look at the damage Pete caused. And sure enough, he was bleeding and had a few small pieces of lamp in him.
“Come on. I’ll get you cleaned up,” I smiled at him and helped him to the kitchen, sitting him on the table, “Take off your shirt.”
“Okay,” he whispered and placed his shirt next to him.
“Lay back.” I told him and of course he listened and laid down on the table, “This is gonna sting.”
I used a damp paper towel to pick out the pieces and then another one to soak up the blood. I felt a little awkward touching him with my boyfriend right upstairs, but damn Gabe was fucking hot. Like woah.
“Thanks.” He sighed and sat up, swinging his legs off the table.
I took it upon myself to jump up and sit next to him, even though I probably should’ve just left, “It’s no problem. It was kinda my fault, after all.”
“How? Cause I said he lied about having dibs? He did. I shouldn’t have said anything to him. I was just pissy.”
“It’s okay... You did have dibs,” I laughed and moved a little closer to him.
“Doesn’t matter now.” he sighed and played with his shirt that was balled up in his lap.
“Wanna hear something that would make you feel better?...Don’t tell Pete this, but I was looking for you when I left with Pete the night of the concert,” I whispered, just in case Bob came back to crash in the basement.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I thought you were hot, when we first sorta met and then I heard you sing and you’re great.” I smiled as I put my arm around his bare shoulders.
“You think so?”
“Yeah. So I guess Pete does have a reason to be jealous.”
“Huh. Do you really like Pete?” he asked hopefully.
“Yeah… Sorry.”
“We don’t have to tell Pete everything.” Gabe said, raising an eyebrow.
Well fuck. What do I say to that?

Notes

hey okay so its been forever but i kinda forgot about this and someone reminded me the other day and I figured i should probably write more about mikey and stuff so yeah ill do a frank/gerard chaper next
also i thought of a better name for the story so im gonna change it later


Title: Do it now, remember it later- sleeping with sirens


2/24/2015