popsicles and past summers.

Mikey has the decency to wait until Gerard has had two cups of coffee before he asks. Gerard whines slowly, not wanting to answer just yet. “It’s 7am, Michael. No one is gonna take our spots.” Gerard argues, but Mikey sees different. Knowing that he won’t get any of them to go this early, he simply asks for Gerard’s keys. “Access denied”. Gerard sneers, pulling his keys out of Mikey’s hand. Mikey just sighs.

***
Pete has a full stomach before the moon finally begins its descent into the trees. He swims happily back to his little burrow, burping little bubbles. He doesn’t remember how he came to find raw fish delicious but he does and it fucking rules. He swims down and lays out his little treasure bucket. He’s so very excited to start the day, as he’s sure he scared that skinny human away for good. Serves him right for getting too close. Pete thinks, counting his little treasures. In his collection he has: One brass doorknob, three skeleton keys, a boy scout patch (his boy scout patch), his ribbons, his lilies, and a mirror that would show the first GIFT he ever recieved after being put in the lake. He had gotten a tattoo marking that resembled thorns around his neck from a merman he’d grown to lovingly call Bob. Now, Bob wasn’t your average merman. No, this motherfucker could outswim you, taunt you, and hunt fish all at the same time. He was essentially a god to Pete for a little while until he himself got the hang of those tricks. He and Bob had had a lot of fun. That is, until two summers ago, when the humans opened the dam and Bob saw his chance to go. That was the last time Pete had seen his fiery tail, glinting in the sunlight as Bob said goodbye and swam quickly towards the sea. The summers had been dreary after that, and the winters were killer. Pete didn’t mind, though. He kept himself busy through watching humans skate on the ice over his head, occasionally snagging a new gift as it fell through the ice. But at this moment, Pete returned to reality, not wanting to risk getting hurt and saw the sun was now barely hanging over his head. He smiled.

***

When Mikey finally got there, bloody nose and all, Thanks Gerard. Mikey thinks angrily, wiping his nose on his shirt. It was barely 7:15AM, but Mikey had the fucking keys, which is great for him, he can do whatever he wants until he decides to bring gerard’s car back. He edges towards the water, keeping an eye out for anything that may be swimming in the water. He had waited possibly four fucking hours for this goddamn thing that wasn’t going to show, and he huffed and turned on his heel, crossing his arms. He no longer wished to see this mystical creature or whatever, which is most likely what drew it out, and why it felt the need to silently creep towards the beach and grab the anklet that was dangling on Mikey’s ankle. Mikey flipped. Mikey actually loses his shit, grabs his stuff that he had, and bolts for his (gerard’s) car, locking it and breathing hard. Mikey questions his sanity for a bit, calms down, calls Ray, gets annoyed with Ray, hangs up while cursing and gets out of the car. Once he's down near the shore again, he spots the thing on a rock near the lake. Mikey's had enough, so he calls out towards whoever it may be Hey! That's my anklet! while silently cursing under his breath. The thing, or the mermaid, looks at him, and then brushes him off. So Mikey uses as much emotion as he can muster in one glare, and the mermaid sighs. It rolls back into the water and swims extremely fast to where Mikey is standing in the water. "Doesn't have your name on it." the mermaid says, pissing Mikey off even more, causing him to kick the muddy sand on the floor of the lake. "Fine. It's my ex girlfriend's. Please give it back-uhhhh" Mikey stutters. He actually fucking stutters. He doesn't even know if this thing has a name or not, but here he is, asking for a name with this creature who he just found out existed a day ago, and could totally grabs his legs and drag him to his death. Mikey doesn't want to die a waterlogged death. Mikey's wrapped up in his thoughts until the mermaid speaks, and holy shit his voice is magical. "I'm Pete, and you aren't supposed to be here. This is my lake, go away." Pete says, quite sassily Mikey adds. Mikey shrugs, putting his hand out. Mikey is determined, and when he's determined, he gets it done. Pete's tan hands are suddenly hovering over Mikey's, dropping beads from the anklet into Mikey's hand. Mikey looks at him confused before Pete says, "I'll give you the entire thing back bead by bead as long as you come visit me every day you're free." And with that, Pete is gone, and Mikey just makes a mixed sound of urgh and why and his favorite word, fuck.

Notes

HEY!

Bob as a mermaid. Very metal. Also Pete is an asshole, because we need more Asshole!Pete on here.

This fanfic would probably not be possible without my friend Aurell, who likes to spit ideas at me on kik. We could also do that. Ya know. Inbox me n stuff, I won't turn you away. (:

Anyways, next chapter will be up sometime this weekend most likely. Thanks!