Chapter 7, in which the Tables are Turned
A/N super short chapter this week guys, it was my birthday this weekend so I've been super busy! hopefully you guys enjoy it and i can promise an extra-long chapter next weekend, and possibly an extra update before then.
L xox
Pete Wentz stormed into Cabin 3, his face unreadable, and his eyeliner even more smudged than usual.
"Joe," he hissed, not noticing Mikey diving under the covers of his friend's bed. "Joe, I need to talk to you"
"What about?" said the thoroughly confused demigod.
"Mikey. Obviously. What else?"
A sharp intake of breath sounded from under the covers, but only Joe noticed.
"Okay then, what about Mikey?"
"iwannaaskhimoutbutidunnohesautisticandivenever-"
"Pete. Pete, calm down." Joe hesitantly patted the blathering mess his friend had become on the shoulder.
"Oh. Alright." Pete took a breath before continuing. "I have never had a boyfriend. Never. I've had crushes, but I've always preferred to flirt and not get attached,"
He slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the cabin, and Joe rested next to him, still trying to keep all attention from the suspicious lump on the bed. "For a while, I thought I might be aromantic, like Pat, but then… Then Mikey started hanging out with us. Gerard's a cool guy and Mikey was the nicest Athena camper here, so I just carried on hanging with Travie and Brendon and didn't pay much attention. But then we hatched that plan. And Mikey was amazing, and brave, and so convinced that we could pull it off… I guess it made me realise that maybe all I needed was a different kind of person.
"Then I found out about the autism. I was scared. I don't know much about it and I thought it meant Mikey wouldn't like me, so I did a little research, but now I'm just scared I'll do something wrong and Mikey will hate me forever. Joe-"
Pete buried his head into Joe's shoulder, silently shaking, and Joe's eyes followed as Mikey slid out from under the blanket and slowly padded over to Pete, crouching down and resting a slender hand on the older boy's shoulder.
Pete's head lifted, eyes glistening with unshed tears and widening in surprise. Blinking slowly and breathing in, Mikey leant in, tilting his head so his lips softly met Pete's.
A small gasp emitted from Pete, who stayed where he was when Mikey drew away. A pink blush turned Mike's cheeks rosy, and when he spoke it was quiet and quivering.
"Dinner," said the younger. "Dinner, and then we talk."
The two smiled gently at each other, and Joe hustled them both out of the cabin, eventually allowing himself to close the door behind them, sit down and return to his memes.