you skype loudly shut up pete wentz

                                    

                                          
{Gee}

                          
"Who was that back there?"
                          
I rolled my eyes at my little brother's question, "No one."
                          
"It didn't look like a no one Gee, the dude was practically chasing after you."
                          
"Just leave me alone Mikes," I puffed a wisp of hair out of my eyes. 
                          
After receiving my dismissive answer, Mikey started rambling about his boyfriend Pete. They had met last summer and were practically anyone's gay relationship goals. 
                          
Right now Pete is in Japan on a family trip and it's like Mikey is right there with him with all the Skyping they do. Pete tells Mikey everything that happens, and Mikey then repeats everything to me. So I'm basically the third wheel in their relationship. 
                          
I tried to pretend that I had no interest at all about their love story but in reality I wanted a relationship just as good, or better than theirs. But that was never going to happen. 
                          
Mikey pulled into our driveway and I scrambled to get out of the car.
                          
We had been home for about an hour before Mikey came into my room, I immediately shut my laptop and whipped around to face him.
                          
"What do you want?" I seethed.
                          
He just rolled his eyes under those dumb tiny glasses and leaned against the doorframe.
                          
"I'm surprised you've never asked about the guys."
                          
"They would never ask about me, so I'm just returning the favor. Now leave me alone."
                          
I started to shoo him away with my hand. 
                          
"That's the funny thing Gee, they do ask about you."
                          
"Oh." 
                          
I wasn't expecting that. After being tortured for at least a year by my so-called friends I thought they would've forgotten about me by now. 
                          
"Gee?"
                          
I looked down at the material of my skirt. Lindsey gave me this skirt; it was one of my favorites. Now, I felt like burning it.
                          
"Why all of a sudden do they care about me?"
                          
"They heard about the...um...you being in the," his voice got softer, almost to a whisper, " hospital."
                          
"Who told them."
                          
It wasn't a question, because I already knew the answer.
                          
"Me," he said, his voice almost unintelligible.
                          
"Get out of my room," I whispered.
                          
Mikey started to protest.
                          
I started getting louder and my voice raised an octave, " Get out, get out, get out!"
                          
I shoved Mikey from out of the doorway and slammed the door in his face. 
                          
"They said that they're sorry."
                          
A cold ripple went through my body before I started to cry.
                          
"...I don't forgive them. Any of them."
                          
With my head in my hands sitting on my bedroom floor, I eventually heard Mikey's bare feet step away from my door. Then, from the next room over I heard the unmistakable Skype ringtone and the muffled cheery voice of Pete Wentz. Why does Pete always seem to have something to talk about, shut up Pete, for Christ's sake.

                          
I didn't know how long I stayed in that position, but the next thing I knew, I was awake and sweaty and all cramped up and it was - morning?
                          
Heaving myself up, and ignoring my rumbling stomach, I went to go take a shower.
                          
I tried to spend the least amount of time hygienically possible in there.

                          
Fresh out of the shower with my towel tucked around my chest and another on my head, I poked around my room for clean clothes.
                          
I saw my custom 'Down With Cis' shirt and smiled, remembering that idiot form yesterday who thought it was a band. Well, he wasn't wrong. It is a band, but not of the musical sort, it is a band of angry non-cis individuals. What was his name? Did he even introduce himself? 

                          
A series of bangs on my door shot me out of my daydream.
                          
"Five minutes Gee!"
                          
"Fucking hell," I cursed, scrambling for something decent to wear.

                          
I hopped in Mikey's car in record time, the previous record time being yesterday.
                          
I pulled out my makeup bag and started sweeping on mascara and eyeliner. When I put the cosmetics up, only then I realized that we hadn't moved from the driveway.
                          
"Um, Mikes. Any other time I'd be like 'fuck it let's not go to school', but I kind of have important things to turn in today. So if you could start the car that would be ni-"
                          
"I'M SORRY I TOLD EVERYONE ABOUT YOU BEING IN THE HOSPITAL. THAT WASN'T MY BUSINESS TO TELL, BUT IT JUST SLIPPED OUT; THEY REALLY ARE SORRY GEE."
                          
My little brother looked almost to tears.
                          
"It's- it's okay Mikey, I forgive you," I sighed, running a hand haphazardly through my already messy hair.
                          
"Okay," he quieted down from his dramatic outburst.
                          
"Let's just worry about getting to school," I patted his hand softly.

                          
A switched flipped in me when Mikey pulled up to my school. I slung on my bag and said my goodbyes, but for some reason I was brought to say, " Can you tell Ray to come home with you today?"
                          
(A/N oh fuck that all rhymes)
                          
Mikey's glasses slid down his nose even further, which was an accomplishment on its own.
                          
"What?!"
                          
"Just do it- and don't you dare tell him I wanted him over. Make up an excuse," I said and walked away.