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“This party is shit,” a voice says from, behind Pete. Pete turns around to look at the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He chokes on his drink (some strange mix of kool aid and something rubbing alcohol flavored).
“Yeah…the drinks aren’t even good,” Pete nodded at the girl, “The band is ok though.” Pete shrugged.
“I think it’s uh… The Academy Is…?” The girl let out a small giggle, adjusting her glasses. “Can I sit?” She asked, pointing at the chair next to him.
“Oh! Yeah of course,” Pete scooted his chair over, opening up more room at the kitchen island. The girl sat next to him.
“What’s your name?” She asked Pete, “My names Mikey!” Pete stared at that little brown spot in her eyes. He didn’t even realize she’d asked him a question for a solid 15 seconds.
“Oh uh- my names Pete,” He smiled at Mikey, “Girl with a boys name? Cute.” Mikey laughed her cute little laugh. Pete’s stomach was doing backflips inside of him.
“Yeah, my names actually Michelle, but I thought it was too old lady for me,” Mikey took a sip from her own cup.
“Holy shit- a CUP of vodka? You’re hardcore,” Pete pointed at the clear liquid in her solo cup.
“Oh my god, it’s not vodka! It’s water!” She choked through laughter, “Underage drinking is NOT cute, Pete!” She slapped his arm playfully.
“I bet you think I’m ugly them,” Pete chuckled, “I think this drink is 90% Everclear.”
“I bet it tastes terrible.”
“Oh it DOES. It’s disgusting.”
Mikey laughed again, her hand still on his arm. “You’re still cute, despite your nasty drink, Petey!”
Pete felt his whole face flush red as he tried to stutter out something witty. He gave up and took another sip of his concoction. He proceeded to spit it out, all over the kitchen island.
“Holy shi-,” he dry heaved, “I forgot how nasty that was.” A tear ran down his cheek as he desperately fought the urge to cough.
“Pete!” Mikey grabbed him, “Are you ok?”
“No.”
Mikey walked him on the back as Pete broke into a coughing fit.
“FUCK YOU MIKEY!” He gasped out.
“Time? Place?” Mikey bit her lip, her absurdly large canines poking out.
“Wha-“ Pete’s face somehow turned redder than it already was.
“Sorry…was that too forward?” Mikey removed her hand from his back.
Pete cleared his throat aggressively, then grabbed Mikey’s hand. “No, it just surprised me.” Mikey removed her hand from his before grabbing Pete’s face and kissing it. It was tender, too soft for Pete’s taste. “Kiss me like you mean it, M.” Mikey seemed to take that as an invitation to basically break his lips off. Her teeth grazed his lip and…. Holy shit. Were those fangs? He came up for air and saw her inexcusably large canines protruding from her lips.
“Uh-“ Mikey’s fangs shrunk into her mouth, “Do you fuck with vampires?”
“That’s so hot.” Pete grabs her hand and leads her upstairs. He pushes open random door, before slamming it back shut. “How about we domt go in there,” he said, looking a bit shocked, “There was uh… people in there.” He opens another door, and that room was, thankfully, unoccupied. As soon as the door closed behind them, Mikey pushes Pete onto the bed.
“Can I bite you?” She asked breathlessly. Pete nodded eagerly. This was so hot. Then she sank her teeth into his neck and Pete screeched. Mikey slapped a hand over his mouth. His agony lasted only a few seconds longer. It was actually starting to feel good. Mikey drank from his like he was holy water and she was fucking, like, Jesus. Pete didn’t know who would drink holy water, he wasn’t a bible freak. He was, however, a regular freak. He whimpered into Mikey’s cold palm. Speaking of cold, he was starting to get cold sweats. He was a little dizzy, and his vision kept fading in and out.
“Mikes….I-I don’t feel very good,” he muttered before his vision went completely black. The darkness was so comforting around him. Apart from the screaming. What the fuck was that screaming for. A sharp pain splattered over his face. He was ripped from his warm cocoon of night to see Mikey and some other girl. Or was that a guy. He couldn’t tell, and didn’t care.
“Mikey! I told you to control yourself!” The boy-girl-thing yelled.
“GEE! I asked him and he said yes!” Mikey shouted back.
“Well, you almost killed him! I don’t think he signed up for that!”
“I ALREADY feel terrible! You don’t need to berate me!” Mikey choked, tears running down her face.
“Woah…stop yelling at her, you…uh…you thing!” Pete tried his hardest to defend Mikey, but he felt so weak. “She didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Pete?” Mikey turned to him, “You’re awake?” She flung her arms around him, “Thank goodness!” She planted a kiss on the part of neck that was BURNING. He wouldn’t tell her how much it hurt, he didn’t want to make her sad. The boy-girl, Gerard, shook their head.
“Mikey, you are IMPOSSIBLE! I can’t even disciple you because you always choose guys who are so down bad for you, they won’t let anyone make you sad!” Gerard crossed their arms, “Pete, you are enabling her!”
Pete laughed as much as he could in his weakened state, “I am honored to be her blood bag!” Mikey let out a small giggle, before planting a small kiss on his lips.
“Ew,” Gerard said as they left to room, “Do whatever you want to do, I’m gonna tell the party you fell while trying to pin Pete to a wall. Leave through the window once you’ve done, I don’t need our secret getting out,” They looked at Mikey pointedly before closing the door.
“That bastard….” Mikey mumbled. Pete laughed as she huffed. “He makes out with Frank in front of me ALL the time, and he gets bad at me kissing you? He can shove Frank’s hand so far up his ass it tickles his esophagus!” Pete burst out laughing, ignoring the shooting pain on his neck.
“I think you were wrong about something,” Pete smiled up at Mikey, “This party isn’t half bad!”

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Mikey blushed, “You’re so fucking corny! I almost killed you and all you can think about is me!”
“Would you rather I think about other girls?” Pete giggled. Mikey sighed and fell onto the bed, next to him.
“If you think about any other girl, I will kill you,” she planted a kiss on his cheek, “I’m too fond of you already.”
“Keep talking like that and I’ll turn your neck purple,” Pete bit his lip. Mikey lunged at him, locking her lips with his. She was sucking the breath out of his lungs, pulling the hair out of his head, and taking all of his willpower. His pants felt a bit too tight and she was sliding her hands through his hair. They broke apart long enough for Mikey to sit on the edge of the bed. He slid between her legs, grabbing onto her thighs. Her belt unbuckled, the studs clinking together like rain on a tin roof. He undid the button of her jeans and bit the zipper. The metallic pain of the zipper between his teeth was worth it for the look on her face. When he pulled the jeans off of her legs, she looked down at him like he was the holiest thing to grace this planet. The cross tattooed onto her inner thigh made it that much more special. He her bit the tattoo, and Mikey cried out before bitting her lower lip to keep her mouth closed. Her hands were intertwined with his hair, he was in between her pale thighs, and Mikey was making these beautiful sounds. Pete was in heaven.

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Pete didn’t want to get up. He wanted to lay next to Mikey forever, legs intertwined. But they were both covered in bruised, and Pete’s neck still had two puncture wounds, so he stood up. Mikey wrapped her arms around his torso and he wanted to lay back down. He wished so badly that this was their house so he could lay back down next to her. “Mikey,” he pulled her hands, “We need to go.” She rolled her eyes.
“Ugh. I forgot about that,” she began brushing her fingers through her hair as Pete grabbed her clothes from the floor. She was so beautiful like this, naked, glowing in the moonlight streaming through the window. He handed her the pile of clothing that carried her scent, because if he looked at her like this for any longer he might turn into a puddle of….something. He wasn’t good with words when he had to opportunity to look at an angel.“Are you done ogling me yet or do you need a minute?” She asked, her smile audible in her words. Pete almost jumped out of skin. He shoved the clothing into her hands.
“Uh- sorry!” He turned around quickly, “You’re just so perfect, I can’t help it!” He felt Mikey’s cold body press onto his bare skin. That’s when he remembered he wasn’t wearing any clothing. “Where the FUCK are my clothes?!” He yelled, suddenly incredibly worried.
“Calm down! They’re right over there!” Mikey whisper-shouted as she pointed at the clothing hanging over the windowsill.
“How the hell did they get over there…!” Pete was so confused, but he was also desperate to get his pants on, so he ran to grab them. He fought his way into his clothing, his skin sticky with sweat. Mikey laughed at him to whole time, but he still had to help her put her bra on. There was something so familiar about her, but he didn’t know what it was.

When they were both dressed, they had to figure out a way to get out of the third floor window. “Ummm Mikey how do we get down here without, you know, dying?” Pete asked, turning to the angel next to him.
“Oh! I forgot that you can do that. Normally I just jump and hope nothing happens,” she shrugged.
“I thought vampires could fly…” Pete muttered.
“Oh wait! I CAN do that!” Mikey laughed, “I’m not that strong though….I MIGHT accidentally kill you.”
“It’s better than my other options, Mikes,” he said.
“Well….ok! Hold on,” she stood on the window ledge as Pete wrapped his hands around her waist. Then she jumped. They more or less fell to the ground, but at least the descent was slower than if he’d actually jumped. They tumbled onto the floor, and Mikey somehow landed on top of him. She kissed him quickly before some rando yelled at them.
“GROSS! Take than somewhere else, you nasty bitches!” The voice yelled. It was followed by cheers of agreement. Pete and Mikey stumbled onto their feet and ran down the road, hand in hand. Pete wasn’t sure where they were going until he saw the bus stop.
“Here’s where I have to leave you, Peter Pan,” Mikey planted a kiss on his lips before turning around and vanishing into the night. Pete was left standing, alone, at a bus stop in the middle of the night. He checked his watch in the shaky lights of the street lamps. 2:56 in the morning. Holy shit. The next bus didn’t come till 5 am, so he had a long wait. He decided to was probably easier to just walk home. At least he knew where he was now.

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When Pete woke up, he felt like a piece of him was missing. His bed felt too cold, too big, too empty; someone should be lying there. He wondered if the whole night before was a dream until the sharp pain in his neck assured him it was not. The thought brought him this strange sense of both comfort and sadness. The girl of his dream was real. But also….he couldn’t get his hands on her. He realized he didn’t know very much about her. Not her last name, her favorite color, or if/where she went to college. Speaking of college, he was going to miss his physics class if he didn’t go NOW. To be honest, Pete didn’t give a shit about physics. It wasn’t one of his graduation requirements, or something he enjoyed, but it did have a bunch of girl. He wasn’t entirely sure why such a male-dominated field had SO many girls taking its classes, but he wasn’t complaining. Maybe he could find another girl to occupy his thoughts. He stumbled out to his bed and pulled on the first thing he saw lying on his floor before putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys. One the drive to campus, he played this demo CD a random guy gave him; “My Chemical Romance” or something. The lead singer was either crying or getting BJ, Pete couldn’t tell which. All in all, it was pretty good. He really wished he could sing like that. He was also in a band, Arma Angelus, but his voice wasn’t very good. His thoughts were cut off by the fact that he just pulled into the school’s parking lot. He parked his car, and basically sprinted to physics. Since he was a little late, there was only one seat left. It was between two girls, so he wasn’t necessarily disappointed. That’s when he realized he’d forgotten his notebooks. He didn’t really take notes, but he did write poetry to pass the time, so he was gonna be so bad. He turned to the girl on his right to ask for paper and a pen when he realized she looked awfully familiar.
“Pete!” She whispered excitedly, “I didn’t know you also took this class!” It was her. The girl from last night. It was Mikey. “You’re still wearing that outfit,” Mikey snickered. Pete turned bright red. He probably both smelled and looked like shit.
“Uhhhh hi…” He mumbled, “Can I get some paper?” Mikey looked a bit disappointed at how he brushed her off. He realized that if he blew this, he would never have her. “Sorry if I’m being a bit rude,” he said sheepishly, “I have a nasty hangover.” He hated lying to her, but he needed an excuse to be so quiet. He was really just nervous, but he didn’t wanna show it.
Mikey grinned at the explanation. “Oh, that suuucks. And yeah, I have paper,” she said, handing him some loose paper. Pete suddenly had the urge to focus on the lecture (for once). He needed her to think he was smart. After about 3 minutes of that boring ass lecture, he gave up. He couldn’t focus, especially with Mikey so close to him. He could see the purple bruises he’d left along her neck & chest peeking out over her skin-tight t-shirt. She was SO fucking hot, he had to turn away to keep a VERY embarrassing situation from happening. He decided that he absolutely had to keep in touch with her, so he scribbled his name onto a piece of paper he ripped off from his bigger sheet. The urge to do something very risky overtook him. He slide the paper in between her thighs. Mikey snapped her head towards him, her cheeks glowing pink. He didn’t know vampires could do that. Now that he thought about it, vampires shouldn’t get hickeys. They didn’t have blood, so they shouldn’t have the ability to bruise. Was she actually a vampire or just some weird hot girl? He didn’t think it actually mattered anyway. Either way, she was the hottest, funniest girl he’d ever met.
“Coffee after class?” He whispered into her ear, “Then my place?” Mikey bit her lip and nodded vigorously. Pete felt like he was either going to throw up or get painfully hard. He didn’t really want either, but one could be very easily resolved (and the other was vomiting). It did feel sort of disrespectful to think about Mikey in that way, but honesty, anyone would. He wished she was slightly less unbearably hot so he could actually fucking focus, but her perfume smelled so good and her hands felt so right when they were tangled in his hair and he had to leave the room RIGHT NOW before anyone saw him. The bathroom greeted him like the gates of heaven. He rushed to our of personal stalls and prayed the tightness out of his pants. Then he compiled a list of questions to ask Mikey when they went to the coffee shop. “What’s your major?” “What’s your last name?” “When did you turn into a vampire?” “Do vampires have blood?” And a bunch of invasive questions he really hoped she was ok answering. The one thing he didn’t want was he to be uncomfortable. She meant a lot to him already, for some reason. When he got back to his seat next to her, Mikey couldn’t stop laughing at him. She was quiet about it, but it was still embarrassing. “It’s not my fault!” And many more of his catchphrases flowed out his mouth, but he couldn’t get mad at her when she was smiling at him like that.
The end of class couldn’t come soon enough for him. They rushed out the building, hand in hand. They went to nearest coffee shop, “Bob’s Coffee”. It was a peaceful shop. The speaker quietly played Mozart (or some other dead, old guy) and the whole place smelled like old books & vanilla coffee. Mikey walked up the counter. She ordered an iced carmel cold brew for herself, and a vannila cold-foam cold-brew for Pete. He didn’t care for coffee, but he didn’t dislike it enough to tell her that. “The coffee here is AMAZING. I would go here everyday, but I usually have things to do,” she smiled at him.
“I mean you still have me?” He shrugged. She pushed him playfully.
“Don’t say that, you freak,” She giggled. The guy at the counter shouted Mikey’s name and she grabbed the coffees. “They’re on me by the way,” She smiled. He was overwhelmed with gratitude .
“Thanks so much,” he kissed her cheek, “You’re much kinder than me.”
“I’m sure you don’t mean that,” she sat next to him, “You’re the nicest guy I know!”
“I’m flattered, but I’m not doing anything special!” He took a sip of his drink. It was actually ok.
“You are! You’re the first guy I’ve met who seems to actually give a shit!” She whispered angrily.
“Uh…isn’t that, like, the bare minimum?” He was a bit confused, “I really like you, Mikes, but you don’t know your worth.” Mikey grabbed his hand, and looked at him with those hazel doe eyes. He could’ve burst into tears from the way she was looking at him.
“Thank you for saying that,” She kissed his hand. He didn’t know why she did that, but he knew he liked it. It made him feel so wanted? It was so simple, but it made his heart jump. “So,” Mikey stood up, “When would we being go into your your place?” Pete didn’t want to cry in public, so he stood up too.
“You ok with riding in my shitty car?” He asked as they walked out.
“I’d be ok doing anything with you,” she grabbed his free hand. Pete’s heart felt like it was going to burst.

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The ride back was both perfect and the worst thing Pete had ever experienced. When Mikey had tried to open the passenger door, he realized he really needed to get the handle fixed. She had to crawl in through the drivers side to get to her seat while Pete tried his hardest to not ogle at her butt (he failed). He also realized he desperately needed to clean his car. He added “throw out fast food wrappers” and “scrub all the grime off of the seat/floor” to his mental checklist. When they actually started driving, he got listen to Mikey ramble about her favorite bands.
“I’m actually in a band myself!” She said excitedly, “I play bass for my brother’s band!”
“Oh?” Pete questioned, “What’s it called?”
“My Chemical Romance! I don’t know if you’ve heard of us, since we have no officially released music, but I think we’re pretty good!” Mikey rambled.
“No way! I have one of your demo CDs!” Pete almost yelled, pressing play on his car’s CD player. The sounds spilled out of his speakers.
“That’s “Demolition Lovers!” It’s actually one of my favorites!” She smiled at Pete. His heart felt so heavy. He loved how happy she was. He listened to get talk about the process of making the songs until they pulled up to his apartment building. Mikey suddenly kicked his door, and it popped open. “Knew that would work!” She hollered. Pete was impressed.
“How the fuck did you do that? I’ve been trying to open that forever!” Pete hopped out his seat and ran to the other side of car.
“I mean, I have really strong legs?” Mikey shrugged, “But you probably already knew that, since you’ve spent so much time between them.” She winked at him and Pete’s knees buckled.
“Can you at least wait till we get inside before you start sweet talking me?” He choked out. Mikey wrapped her babes around his neck.
“Sure thing, baby,” She kissed him quickly before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards his own door. He unlocked the front door and they ran up the stairs. He was lucky enough to live on the third floor, so the climb wasn’t that bad. As soon as he opened the door, Mikey pushed him into a wall, her lips already on his.
“Mikey….” Pete gasped between kisses, “The door-“ Mikey kicked the door closed and quickly closed it.
“Get me into your room right now, Peter,” She commanded, on of her hands wandering into the waistband of his Spider-Man boxers. He couldn’t move fast enough, opening to the door to his messy bedroom. Mikey didn’t seem to notice (or care), she just pushed him onto his bed.

Mikey was standing in his dark room, wearing one of his Metallica T-shirts. An angel with side bangs and mismatched socks was standing in HIS room, helping him clean his dirty clothes off of the floor. “I don’t know how you live like this!” She exclaimed as she picked yet another Diet Coke can, “Is this a depression cave or something?”
“Uh…sort of?” He mumbled, “I sort of have….mental health issues.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but in reality, it was the BIGGEST deal. Why was he telling his best kept secret to a girl he didn’t even know the last name of? Simple. She could work magic with her hands while also keeping him thinking about her wonderful mind. That literally never happened in the history of ever. This girl was an anomaly, a (sexy) freak of nature.
“Oh,” The sadness in her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “I- I didn’t mean to…uh…make you uncomfortable.” He saw the tears welling up her eyes, and that made him want to cry.
“No, no don’t cry Mikes,” He wrapped his arms around her, “It’s not that bad.” He lied, AGAIN. This could absolutely not become a habit, she deserved better.
“Don’t lie to me, Pete,” She said, anger tugging at her voice, “You know I know you better than that.” He wasn’t sure why, but he realized she probably did. He sat down on his bed as Mikey nestled into his arms.
“I’m sorry…I don’t want you to be worried,” He pulled her closer, “I just…uh…have it hard sometimes. I don’t really want to talk about it though.” Mikey nodded into his neck.
“That’s ok, I’m just worried,” She leaned up and kissed him gently.
“Thank you, baby,” He pulled her up as he stood up, “Now, do you want some tea?”

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Pete soon found out Mikey liked mint tea to an unhealthy degree. After her third cup, Pete had to cut her off.
“Mikes! Leave some tea for me!” Pete laughed, holding his tea away from her as she grabbed for more.
“Come onnnn Peteyyyyy,” She sing-songed, “I’ve been doing but nice to you! I deserve it!”
“It’s just tea! Why the fuck are you, like, a tea addict?” He attempted to pull her into a headlock, but she dodged away from him.
“You have to fancy shit! I’ve been drinking the Walmart stuff for the past 3 years!” She yelped.
“You’re a vampire! You’ve had, what, a hundred years to get enough money to buy mint leaves!” He chased her around the kitchen. She stopped suddenly, and Pete slammed I to her hard enough to knock them both onto the floor.
“Ow,” She rubbed her head, pulling herself into a sitting position.
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry Mikes!” He reached for her hands, “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok,” She grabbed his hand, “But do I really look that old?” She whispered, get face falling a little.
“No? You look like you’re 19 or so?” He answered, a bit confused.
“Yeah, that’s because I am,” She ran her hands through her hair, “I was sort of born to vampire parents.” She shrugged.
“Oh. That’s wack as FUCK,” He was slightly confused, but decided it was probably best to stop prying.
“Ugh, I know. Growing up having bloodlust was genuinely terrible,” She smiled at him, “I didn’t have very many friends until I was about 13 because I kept trying to drink their blood!” Pete laughed at that. He imaged a tiny Mikey running around the playground biting people.
“I bet you were still cute, even though you were vaugly evil,” He kissed Mikey on the forehead.
“You’re such a sweet talker,” She wrapped her arms around him.
“I mean, I have been told I’m alright with a pen,” He shrugged.
“But you are better in bed,” Mikey winked. Pete blushed bright red.
“I guess that’s one way to say it-,” He shuffled to his feet, dragging Mikey with him, “I should call you Sugar with the way you’re so sweet. Hey, that would be a good song title!”
Mikey cocked her head, “Oh?”
“Yeah! ‘Sugar, We’re Going Down’ cus, you know, we just fell down,” He laughed.
“Put something about bullets in there,” Mikey pulled a chair for herself at the kitchen island.
“Uhhh why exactly?” Pete asked.
“Because my band’s debut album is gonna be called ‘I Brought You Bullets’ and it would be cute if we matched!”
“Wait a minute…you’re a genius!” Pete grabbed a price of paper and a pen & began writing lyrics. “Wishing…the friction…your jeans…” He mumbled, lost in thought.
“Wacha writing?” Mikey said, peeking at his paper.
“How I feel. Or something,” He showed her the paper.
“Oh wow…” Mikey mumbled, “This is REALLY good! Can you sing?”
“Not really? I can scream, but that’s about it,” Pete awkwardly laughed.
“You absolutely need a lead singer; this stuff is too good to be wasted,” She grabbed her phone &; started furiously texting.
“Who are you texting?” Pete said, fighting the jealousy out of his voice.
“One of my music friends. She knows a bunch of singers,” Mikey said, turning her phone off & sliding it into her pocket.
“Now why are you writing about friction in jeans?” She chuckled, “Are you projecting or something?”
“Mikey!” He playfully shoved her, “You can’t be making fun of me when you just drank half of my tea like some leaf addict!”
“If one of us is a ‘leaf addict’, it’s you!” Mikey yelled back, laughter in her voice. “I found the weed stash in your bathroom, Peter.”
“Uhhh…..” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Please don’t tell anyone! I don’t feel like going to prison over some fucking plant!”
“You’re not going to fucking jail, Petey,” Mikey giggled at his worry.
“It’s not legal in this state, and it’s DEFINITELY not legal in the campus area!” He pushed the panic out of his voice. “Even though my apartment is technically off campus, the school still owns it! And on top of that, the building has a strict ‘no smoking’ policy after it got lit on fire by my smoker ex-neighbor!”
“What the fuck is happening in your life holy shit,” Mikey said, choking on laughter.
“What’s next, I get bitten by a hot vampire chick?” Pete said, shooting her a pointed look.
“Well, I can do it again if you’re thinking about it so often,” She shrugged.
“You know what? You should!” Pete said, only half joking. It wasn’t a joke anymore the moment Mikey lunged for his neck. Her cold lips over the recent bite marks sent shivers down his spine.
“What a waste of a perfectly good neck,” She mumbled into his skin.
“Can you at least wait till the wound fully heals?” Pete tried (and failed) to keep his voice steady. The whines always crept back in when he was around her. She planted a kiss on the marks and pulled back.
“Whenever you’re ready, Princess,” She blew him a kiss, her cheeks slightly flushed. She seemed so calm, but Pete knew she was just as nervous as he was.

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Pete & Mikey had crawled into his bed a few hours earlier, and Pete had promptly fell asleep. Mikey was playing Pete’s Metallica CD and Pete had somehow ended up being the little spoon. He would never admit it, be he actually loved being held. He told every girl that he’d ever been with that he hated it, and they had agreed that it “wasn’t very masculine”. Pete wasn’t exactly the peak of masculinity, but he still had a reputation to uphold. Mikey was different. She didn’t seem to care about traditional roles, and also didn’t seem to care that Pete was about 4 inches shorter than her. She cradled him like he was soft and clean and lovely, which was in stark contrast to how disgusting and cruel he felt. Now that he thought about, he hadn’t felt his usual extreme self-loathing in days. His every waking thought was consumed with Mikey. Her hair and her lips and he smell and he teeth. The way it had felt when she bit him, taking his bad out with his blood. He took her hand from his hair and kissed her palm. He thought she was asleep. She was not. “You are so beautiful Pete,” she whispered into the crown of his head. He felt the hot blush rush over his body.
“Oh! I- sorry I thought you were asleep….” he trailed off, the embarrassment slowly fading.
“I couldn’t sleep with you cutting off the blood flow to my arm,” she laughed.
“Sorry! Why didn’t you just tell me to move?” he asked, lifting his head so she could get her arm back.
“You looked so peaceful, Petey. I didn’t want to disturb you,” she kissed his head as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Pete followed suit, turning around to face her. Her hand slid from his waist to his face, cradling his jaw in her palm. “And you’re so beautiful when you breathe next to me,” Mikey pressed a kiss into his lips. It was chaste, but Pete’s heart leapt into his throat. He needed her, and he needed her now. Pete threw his arms around her neck, pulling her on top of him. She let out a yelp of surprise as Pete attempted to kiss her. He ended up just dragging his lips across her face as his hands tried to pull her into his chest.
“Can I live inside your ribs?” he whispered into his cheek. He wished she’d crack his chest open and make herself at home next to his heart. Her weight on his body wasn’t enough, he needed her teeth inside of his throat. He pulled his head back, exposing his sore neck.
“Pete-,” Mikey said in a warning tone, her voice shaking.
“Bite me, baby,” he groaned, “Get the bad out of my body. Sanctify me.” Mikey pushed herself off of him.
“Are you ok? You’re acting weird-“ she was eyeing his neck, and despite what she was saying, he knew she wanted him. The rattle in her voice, the way her lips quivered.
“Get me clean, Mikey. I need it,” Pete tried pulling her back down, but Mikey was stronger than he expected.
“No. What the fuck are doing?” she pulled herself off of the bed. Pete tried to untangle himself from the blankets, but he ended up just falling out of the bed.
“Mikey I need you,” he said from the floor. He knew it was a funny sight, but he need her to know how much he cared about her.
“Peter-,” she took a few steps backwards, “I think you’re really lovely, but this is weird.”
“Baby, you don’t get it!” Pete choked on his own words, “I need to repay you! This is how we’ll get even! Come on, Mikey, you know you want it!”
“What exactly are you repaying me for? I didn’t do anything,” her voice was shaking, fear visible in her eyes.
“For everything! I’ve known you for 2 days and you’ve already slept with me twice and said you liked me and made me feel important! You deserve a treat,” Pete stumbled to his feet, feeling the panic rising in his throat. What if she left? He couldn’t let her leave. He needed her. She took a step towards him.
“Pete, you don’t need to repay me,” she cupped his face in her hands, “Those are gifts for my lovely boy.” Pete’s chest was collapsing in. He couldn’t stop the tears from sliding out his eyes. He buried his face into her palms so she didn’t have to watch his fucking breakdown. She kissed the crown of his head and murmured into his hair. “It’s ok, baby. Be calm, you’ll be fine,” and such things. He didn’t know why she made him feel crazy and happy and miserable all at once. The moment her teeth had sunk into his neck, he’d wanted more of her; ALL of her.
“Why do you make me so crazy?” he choked out.
“I think it’s the venom, baby. Remember, vampires are magic,” she mumbled. Pete didn’t really understand, but he didn’t actually care.
“Well, thanks for the venom, Mikes,” he kissed her palms, ignoring the salty wetness of his tears.
“That better be the last thing you thank me for,” she pulled his face up and kissed him again, properly this time.

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When Pete woke up from the most restful sleep of his life, he was pleased to find that Mikey was actually asleep. He started at her peaceful face nestled between his arms. Her breathing was slow, her heartbeat keeping time with his. He wished he could stay here forever, watching the sunlight stream through his window over her blanketed body. His angel had honey scented hair, smudged eyeliner, and a cross tattooed on her thigh. He angel was also shifting around, trying to hide from the early morning light. “Peeete,” she groaned, “Turn off the sun, it’s too bright.” Her sleepy voice felt a bullet to his heart.
“If I could, I would, Mikes,” he said, kissing her forehead. Despite how dumb it sounded, he would. He would knock the sun out of the sky if he found a way to reach it.
“Booo. I hate mornings,” Mikey opened her sleepy eyes as she pushed her bangs out of her face, “And now I smell like shit.”
“You can shower in my bathroom if you want? I don’t have conditioner, but I can probably get some,” he suggested, “And I have extra towels too.”
“That’s so sweet Petey. I think I’ll take you up on that,” she pushed him gently, “Now get out of my way.”
“That’s not very nice, Mikey Mouse,” Pete giggled.
“I don’t care. Move bitch!” Mikey pushed him harder this time, laughter ringing in her voice. Pete didn’t move. Mikey took that as an invitation to crawl over him.
“OW! Holy shit Mikey!” Pete cried out in pain as her knee hit him in the gut.
“That’s what you get for being stubborn!” she hopped off the bed. “But are you ok? I didn’t hurt you too much, right?” Pete didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so despite the stinging pain in his stomach, he said it didn’t. “Ok, good. I would feel so bad! Now where’s your towels?” Pete rolled out of the bed and scrambled to his feet.
“This way,” he grabbed her hand and walked her to his “junk closet”. Pete almost grabbed her the pink one he gave to every girl who came over, but he decided last minute she decided something better than that. “Pick your favorite,” Pete smiled up at Mikey.
“I like the purple one,” she pointed at the Prince one Pete got for a joke. Pete handed it to her.
“You like Prince?” Pete opened the towel for her, exposing the “Purple Rain” design.
“Holy shit, why do you have that?” Mikey choked out, “That’s the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!” Pete handed it to her as her laughter filled his apartment.
“Well, hope you enjoy!” Pete opened the bathroom door for her.
Mikey kissed him on the cheek as she walked in. “I will baby cakes!” She closed the door, leaving Pete feeling like his skin was buzzing. He wandered back to his bedroom and plopped down onto his bed. He needed to buy stuff for her if this was gonna become a regular occurrence. He grabbed a piece of paper to write a grocery list. “Toothbrush” and “conditioner” went right to the top. Suddenly, a scream rang out down the hallway. Pete stood up, fear jolting through his body. “THIS IS THE COLDEST SHOWER ON THE PLANET!” Mikey yelped, “PETE DO YOU LIVE IN ANTARCTICA HOLY SHIT!” Pete burst into laughter.
“Mikey! I thought something had happened to you!” Pete gasped through giggles.
“Something bad DID happen, PETER!” Mikey yelled, “I’m FREEZING!”
“Do you need anything?” Pete laughed.
“Yeah, hot water!” she laughed, “And a change of clothes…. I didn’t expect to stay the night, so I didn’t pack anything.”
“Oh! You fine with borrowing any of my stuff?” Pete asked.
“If you would give me something, I’d really like that,” Mikey replied.
“On it!” Pete rushed back to his room and threw open his closet. He grabbed one of his shitty DIY shirts, his longest pair of jeans, a belt, a pair of mismatched socks, and a pair of boxers. He hopped she liked green stripes. “Got your stuff!” he said. Mikey opened the bathroom door. She was wrapped in the towel and her wet hair was flung over her right shoulder.
“Thanks Petey!” she took the clothes out of his hands because he was too in aw of her to move. “You ok?” Mikey asked, waving her free hand in front of his face.
“Oh! Uh yeah!” Pete stuttered out, “Sorry you just look so….wow.” Mikey blushed.
“You have such a big crush on me,” she smiled at him. Pete just nodded. “Um give me a second, I’ll be right out.” She closed the door. Pete walked back to his room to get his own change of clothes. Mikey walked into his room, he hair wrapped up in a the towel. She looked so pretty in his “I heart revenge” shirt and his surprisingly well-fitting jeans. “I think I’m gonna keep these jeans. They make my legs look really good,” Mikey smiled at him. Pete choked on his own words.
“You look great,” he managed to stutter out, “I uh- gotta shower. Yup shower.” He rushed past her deciding to save what was left of his dignity by NOT throwing up on her. Why he was so nervous, he didn’t know. He showered quickly, not wanting to leave Mikey alone for too long. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the smell of pancakes. He walked into the kitchen to find Mikey setting up the table.
“I found some pancake mix,” she shrugged. Pete pushed back tears of joy.
“Mikey… you are the sweetest person I’ve ever met!” he smiled at her, before flinging himself into her arms. Mikey yelled before wrapping her arms around him.
“You are so cute, I can’t believe you’re real,” her laughter reverberated, through her chest and into his. He squeezed her tighter.
“I feel like your fucked up, terrible husband,” Pete mumbled into the crook of her neck.
“No terrible husband would fling himself at me because I made box pancakes,” Mikey pointed out. Pete shrugged.
“Oh day, I’ll make you real pancakes, Mikey. With eggs and bacon and good ingredients,” he said with conviction. He was already planning a future with a girl he’d known for 56 hours. What a loser.
“I’ll come home from my 8 hour shift and give you flowers,” Mikey held Pete at arms length, “And you’ll be my house-husband.” Pete’s heart could’ve clawed its way out his chest right then.
“I want to waste my time with you,” Pete smiled at her, “Count the freckles on your back and get a matching tattoo on my thigh.”
“You are a hopeless romantic,” Mikey pulled out a chair for Pete. He sat down politely.
“Emphasis on ‘hopeless’,” Pete watched Mikey sit down.
“Well, then I’ll be the romantic,” she picked up her utensils.

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Mikey was driving his car. “How do you even dive this thing?” she asked him. “It’s like driving a dying horse with rabies!” she jerked the steering wheel forcefully. The car barely turned.
“I dunno, you seem to be doing fine,” Pete shrugged. The passenger seat was a lot nicer now that him and Mikey had cleaned it up a bit.
“Yeah, that’s I actually learned how to drive,” she giggled.
“Hey! I can drive!” Pete said, indignantly.
“Says Mr. ‘I’ve had my license suspended a few times’!”
“You are absolutely INSUFFERABLE!”
“Oh wow, it learned a new word!”
“If you weren’t already driving it, I would hit you with my car!”
“No you wouldn’tttt! You’d feel too bad!”
“No I wouldn’t!”
“Corpses can’t kiss, Peter.”
“Says the VAMPIRE!”
“Hey! I’m not dead, I’m just a different form of alive! Oh we’re here!” Mikey said, pulling up next to a dingy, old house.
“Your brother lives HERE? It’s even shittier than my apartment!” Pete pointed out.
“Well, he says he ‘likes the privacy’. I think he just wants a place to bang his boyfriend without being found out,” Mikey shrugged, acting like what she said wasn’t bat-shit crazy.
“Mikey, that’s fucking insane to say. Also what do you mean ‘being found out’? Like that he’s gay or something?” Pete asked.
“When two vampires start fucking, it gets CRAZY. You ever seen Twilight?” she asked. Pete nodded. “Well, it’s like that. Frank keeps throwing Gerard. You can tell, cus Gerard is COVERED in bruises all the way up their back.”
“Wait, is Frank a vampire? Are him and Gerard also…related?” Pete did NOT want to know people who did freaky incest shit.
“Oh HELL NO. Frank was originally a human. Gerard turned Frank, actually!” Mikey pushed her bangs back, “I need a hair clip.”
“Oh shit, I think I have one,” Pete started rummaging through his glove box. He had enough girls in his car to have a whole stash of girly shit. He found a sparkly pink hair clip with a little plastic uniform on it. “This good?”
“Oh my god, it’s so cute!” Mikey took it from his hands, “This looks exactly like one my friend Katie had!” Pete felt his heart stop.
“Like Katy Ensly?” he asked, praying for a no.
“Yeah, actually! Do you know her?” Mikey smiled at him.
“Kind of…I might’ve sorta accidentally kissed her brother at her 20th birthday party while we were dating,” Pete could remember that night TOO well. He pretended her was drunk so he wouldn’t get outed, but really he just wanted to kiss that boy. Scott Ensly was 23 at the time, and Pete was freshly 19. Scott was tall and muscular and smelled do good, and unfortunately 19 year old Pete did all his thinking with his dick. It wasn’t a good night, but it was a funny story to tell. Mikey seemed to think so too, because she burst into laughter.
“Pete, that’s fucking INSANE!” Mikey looked so pretty when she was crying from laughter, “You’re the weirdest guy I’ve ever met, I LOVE it!”
“Good to know I amuse you,” Pete smiled at her before he pushed the door open. Mikey opened her door too, throwing Pete the keys.
“I think Ray and Frank will love you! Oh, and Patrick too!” Mikey slipped her hand into Pete’s.
“Patrick? Who’s that?” Pete asked.
“Oh, it’s that music friend I was talking about! He has the voice of an ANGEL!” she smiled at Pete. He loved how to corners of her eyes crinkled up when she did that.
“Exited to meet him, baby cakes,” Pete planted a soft kiss on her jaw as they walked towards the front door. Mikey didn’t bother knocking, instead choosing to fling the door open.
“IM HERE! I BROUGHT MY BOY TOO!” she yelled into the silent building. The hallway erupted in noise. Three guys and one Gerard Way ran down the hallway at them.
“Hi Mikey! Pete! Good to meet you!” a guy with short black hair and a shit ton of tattoos yelled at them.
“BACK UP FRANK THE TANK!” a guy with an insane amount of hair pushed Frank back. “I’m Ray!” he stuck his hand out fir Pete to shake. Before he could, a guy who looked barely 17 slammed into him.
“Oh! Sorry! Frank PLEASE don’t push me!” the little guy yelled.
“SORRY TRICK!” Frank yelled.
“Can you guys calm down?” Gerard asked the throng of testosterone (and Patrick). “You’re scaring Mikey’s boyfriend!” Boyfriend? Pete’s face flushed red. He guessed he was her boyfriend now. Weird how that felt like a proper title.
“SINGLE FILE LINE!” Mikey yelled as she flung her arm around Pete’s shoulders. The boys scrambled into a line. Frank was at the front.
“Hi, I’m Frank! I’m Gees fiancé, soon-to-be-husband, so don’t even try to hit that,” Frank winked at a very embarrassed looking Gerard, “Anyways, I play guitar. And I really like your tattoos!” Pete shook his hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Ray was much easier to handle.
“I’m Ray! I also play guitar. Sorry about Frank & Gerard, they’re….interesting to say the least. Good to meet you!” Pete also shook his hand. The nervous ball of a boy Patrick walked up to him.
“Hi- I’m uh…um really exited to meet you, you seem really cool…” Patrick looked like he was about to throw up. It was honestly really endearing. Pete felt weirdly maternal towards him.
“Good to meet you, Patrick,” Pete smiled at tiny boy im front of him. Patrick stared at him in awe. Them he walked off. Very weird.
“Uh you already know me, I guess…” Gerard said, “I’m exited to have you here, I guess.”
“Ok, now that introductions are done, let’s go,” Mikey grabbed his hand. “The practice room is in the basement.” They walked hand in hand downstairs. Pete sat on the weird box thing in the corner, watching the band play. Patrick was sitting at the drums, half playing along. Mikey had told Pete that Patrick could play drums, but he was a singer at heart. Pete was mostly in awe of Mikey. She played her bass like it was a part of her. She was really nonchalant about it, but he could tell she loved it. Her hips swayed slightly to the rhythm and her eyes stayed focused on her right hand. Pete wished her was her bass, nestled between her hips and chest with her hands on him forever. Occasionally she looked up and smiled at him, and when she did, his heart shot into his chest. He was so focused on her, he barely registered the weird shit Frank and Gerard were doing until Ray yelled at them.
“Get you face out of his crotch, you fucking freak!” Ray yelled even though he didn’t stop playing. Holy shit, Ray was like a guitar god.
“NO!” Frank yelled as he bit Gerard’s thigh.
“IM IN THE ROOM!” Mikey yelled before running over to playfully kick the shit out of Frank. Frank yelled indignantly as Gerard stepped backwards. “IM GEE’S SISTER YOU, HORNY FA- freak.”
“WERE YOU JUST GONNA CALL ME A FAG, MISSES WAY?” Frank started kicking back at her.
“Yeah! You’re weird, Frank!” Mikey scrambled backwards. Pete hobbled off the box-thing and ran towards her. He pulled her back from Frank the Freak by her waist.
“You brought your gay boyfriend! If one of us is weird, it’s you!” Frank spat at her. Pete’s stomach dropped. He knew Frank. Frank was at that party. Frank saw him.
“Leave him alone, you piece of shit,” Mikey pulled Pete toward the door. They walked towards Pete’s car as Pete struggled to even out his breathing. Mikey tossed her bass into the backseat. “I can’t believe that asshole!” she huffed as she opened the drivers side door. Pete sat down on the passenger side, still in mild shock. “Pete? Are you ok?” Pete burst into tears. He spilled his guts out to her, all the guilt and fear from that party, his mild outing that turned into him desperately trying to be seen as a normal guy for the next year, and how sick anyone who knew him from then made him. Mikey held his hands the whole time. He couldn’t believe himself. A bipolar, emotional wreck sobbing to the coolest girl to ever exist in a shitty old car. “Oh baby,” Mikey kissed the crown of his head, “I- I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.”
“I’m sorry for this, Mikes,” he looked up at her, teary eyed.
“Don’t be. I like knowing you, Pete. I like how real you are,” she smiled at him sadly. That struck Pete as strange. He wasn’t real to ANYONE. He always felt like he was always playing a character, always acting like a cocky asshole all the time. But he was real to Mikey. He found God in her lips, and that God’s kisses pulled the words from his mouth.
“Mikey, I don’t mean to be hasty, but I think I’m in love with you.”

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Mikey didn’t say a word to Pete, instead choosing to pull him into a kiss. “Pete you’re killing me,” she said running her hands through his hair.
“You know you like it, Mikey,” Pete kissed her again.
“And I also know I’d like to home,” Mikey said, pulling out of the kiss, “and I can’t do that if you keep kissing me like that.”
“I do what I can,” he smiled at her, glad she didn’t immediately kill him or something. Mikey started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
“Something you can do is get another toothbrush for me. I had to use yours, and let me tell you, that felt morally wrong,” Mikey pointed out, “I’ll put pretty much anything into my mouth, but that’s definitely pushing it.”
“You’re gonna get, like, herpes if you keep that up,” Pete ran his hands through his already messy hair.
“Vampires don’t get STDs, Peter. That’s for humans,” Mikey smiled at the road.
“Is there anything you’re NOT better at?” Pete asked, half-jokingly.
“Uhhh not really? I can run faster, jump higher, etc. Only thing I can do at a human level is, like, bruise,” Mikey said, pulling down her collar, exposing the purple marks Pete left on her neck.
“Wait a minute, how did you bruise? I thought vampires didn’t have blood,” Pete asked, suddenly deeply curious.
“What? Where’d you get that from?”
“Cus uh, vampires drink blood, and like that’s how people turn?”
“Oh, yeah. Only turned vampires lack blood. Us born vampires have it, we just have less than humans. It’s also black because of our poor circulation,” she shrugged.
“So you are worse in one thing!” Pete said gleefully.
“No! It’s not worse, it’s just… different!” Mikey huffed.
“That’s not what you said!” Pete giggled.
“Shut up! At least I can last longer than 5 minutes!” Mikey pointed out. Pete flushed bright red.
“You piece of shit! It’s not my fault you-,” Pete cut himself off. He was NOT going to compliment Mikey in times like these.
“I WHAT? Answer the question Petey,” Mikey snickered at Pete’s silence.
“You can’t make me do ANYTHING,” her huffed.
“Pete, I could make you do some truly terrible shit. Don’t forget how I had you literally sobbing my name when I-“ Mikey was cut off by Pete clamping his hand over her mouth.
“Don’t,” Pete’s face was bright red, embarrassed practically burning a hole in his chest. Mikey bit his palm, forcing Pete to let go. “OW! What the FUCK was that for?” Pete yelped in pain.
“You know why,” Mikey shrugged, “Also, if you don’t stop being a pain the ass, I’ll crash this fucking car.” Pete opened his mouth the make some snarky remark, but the pointed look from Mikey shut him up. Mikey turned on the radio, and the sounds of The Smashing Pumpkins filled the car. “Hey! This is my SHIT!” she laughed and began singing along to “Bullet With Butterfly Wings”. Pete had to admit, she wasn’t a bad singer. Not great, but Pete wasn’t really in a position to judge. They pulled up in the Dollar Tree parking lot. “I hope you’re ready to drop $25 on me,” Mikey smiled.
“I’ll spend all my money on you. Excluding rent, because where else would I be able to be kneed in the stomach by a fucking angel?” Pete planted a kiss on her cheek before hopping out of the door. Pete decided he HAD to open Mikey’s door, but he also knew that if he didn’t go fast she’d be out. What better way to show that he cared than by rolling over his hood to open her door? His romantic gesture didn’t exactly go to plan, because he ended up rolling off of the hood and landing face down in the concrete. Mikey opened the door just as he began sitting up and absolutely clobbered Pete in the head. He let out the most shrill shriek ever made and falling back down, a red mark forming on his forehead.
“HOLY SHIT, PETE,” Mikey rushed over to him, “Are you ok? I’m so sorry, oh my god!” She was overflowing with apologizes, but Pete couldn’t focus on anything but her face.
“You smell so good,” Pete mumbled, his vision still blurred at the edges.
“I just left a bruise the size of a golf ball in the middle of your forehead, and all you can think about is how I SMELL? You have some crazy priorities,” Mikey said, terror and awe dripping from her words.
“I feel like a rock just went through my skull and your perfumes seeping into it. Of course I’m thinking about how you smell,” Pete attempted to stand, “And I think I would feel a lot better if you kissed me.” He sat back down again, the dizziness getting the best of him. Mikey grabbed his face gently.
“Fine. I’ll kiss you, but you gotta promise me you’ll never do that again,” Mikey whispered before leaning in to plan a chapstick kiss on his lips.
“In that strawberry?” Pete said, sliding his arms around her shoulders. Mikey helped him up.
“Yeah, it is. You like it?” Mikey asked, a slight flush across her cheeks.
“I like everything you do. Do yes, I like it,” Pete stood on his shaky legs, arms still around her.
“You’re so cute, Petey,” Mikey planted another kiss on his nose, “You ready to go inside?” Pete nodded, and they walked into the Dollar Tree with hands intertwined.