Cereal, Tiny Hands and Cream Cheddar
Titile: Cereal, Tiny Hands and Cream Cheddar Author: wake_ofsaturday
Fandom: My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy
Beta Reader: Giovanna and Luiza
POV: 3rd
Original Language: English
Atenção: Clique Aqui
Rating: PG - 13
Chapters: One-Shot ~3.400
Teaser: Mikey and Gerard are kids who have to spend the weekend over at their nanny’s house, a guy named Pete who usually takes care of them and has a roommate named Joe. Frank likes to steal Patrick’s hat and Mikey is learning how to write his name.
Disclaimer: Not real, Never happened
Dedication: This is the first time i dedicate a fic to someone, and i will do it for Gi and Luiza, my betas for this one. Thank you for everything, you two are the greatest friends i could ever ask for, and you both deserve the best, and i know i don't give the proper attention to you guys, but you'll always have a place in my heart <3.
Updated on April 25, 2012 at 00:01
“Pete? Pete?” Mikey kept knocking on the door, screaming for Pete while searching the older kid around the empty hallway “Pete? Are you there?” Mikey punched the door with his little fists a few more times, starting to feel tired and worn out. He sat down on the floor in front of the white door and cried once again “Pete?”
He was starting to get desperate; first he couldn’t find his brother and now couldn’t find Pete, who was taking care of them, he hugged his blanked and started to sob “Pete…”
The door flung open and Mikey’s red eyes shoot up to look at the man “What do you want kiddo?” Pete spat out with his sleepy face.
“Pete!” Mikey smiled, got up and hugged Pete’s legs. Pete was short, but not enough to have the same height as a four year-old “Gee is gone… Is Gee with you?”
Pete frowned “No, why? What happened?”
“I want to write, but Gee has to help me and I can’t find him!” Mikey said trying to catch breath
“Okay Mikey,” Pete tried to calm him down “We’ll look for him, don’t worry…” he grabbed the little one’s hand and walked with him through the hallway. He checked the guest room where he had put Gerard to sleep, no sign of him, then moving to Joe’s room - who shouted for Pete not to bother him again -, again, not a single clue.
“Do you have any clue of where he might be?” Pete asked after checking the kitchen, but the kid shook his head indicating a clear no.
Pete looked into bathroom and all the three rooms on the second floor once again; Gerard wasn’t anywhere “Where is Gee, Pete?” Mikey started to cry for his brother again.
Pete got him up in his arms, holding him in his arms while Mikey hugged him and rested his head on his shoulder, Pete tapped his back a few times trying to calm him down. Mikey buried his face on the bigger one’s neck “I… wa… want… ge…ra…gerar…rard…”
“Calm down kiddo, we’ll find him…” Pete tapped his back again
There was still the backyard, Mikey and Gerard had played there all day so it was still an option. They both looked and searched, but couldn’t find anything. Mikey searched for Gerard inside their own toys in a silly and childish attempt, while Pete looked inside the bushes and behind the white, pretty fences.
Mikey got tired and sat on the little set of stairs that led the backyard to the backdoor of the house, a piece of paper in his hand and a green crayon, the letters ‘M’ and ‘I’ written in it, but couldn’t do the ‘K’ by himself, that’s why he needed Gee.
He needed to learn it, how could he do it without his big brother.
Pete grabbed Mikey’s hand and took him into the house after giving up. A million of thoughts went through his head ‘Where’s Gerard? What happened to him? What is he doing? What will happen to Mikey? Will Mikey sleep in peace knowing that his brother is missing? And will their parents kill me when they find out about this? Yes, they will! Why do I still ask myself that?’
“Pete?” Mikey poked him “What’s this noise?”
“What noise?” Pete asked
“That noise, aren’t you listening?”
Pete stopped for a second and payed attention to the noises around them, and yes, there was a slight noise coming from the basement “That little bastard…” He whispered, hoping that Mikey hadn’t heard that
“It’s coming from the basement…” Pete got Mikey between his arms again. Pete opened the door to the basement, the noise he had heard before now echoing everywhere, impossible not to notice.
“I sat outside the front window, the story going somewhere, ‘He is well hang’ and I am hanging up. There’s a song on the radio that says: I am Pete Went and I live with a guy named Joe, I take care of Mikey and Gee weekends because I need to get a party started, let’s get this party started…”
Pete scoffed “First of all,” he interrupted “My name is Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the Third, okay?” Pete said while he faced the singing Gerard in front of him “Wentz, with a Z…”
Mikey jumped from Pete’s arms and ran to hug Gerard “Gee, Pete found you!” He celebrated
“What happened Mikey?” Gerard asked while hugged the younger brother
“I had a bad dream, and I looked for you in your room, but you weren’t there and I asked for Pete to look for you and then he just couldn’t find you and I cried and… and…”
“That’s okay, Pete found me, right?” Gerard asked Mikey, who nodded “Then everything is okay…”
Pete was about to ask Gerard why he was in his basement, where it was, by the way, the place that his band rehearsed, when they heard the bell ring “Who the hell would ring the bell at this time?” Gerard laughed “What are you up to, little fuck?” Pete gave him a death glare
“Nothing,” Gerard’s eyes widened and he shook his head “I swear!”
“Maybe it’s Pizza!” Mikey hopefully cheered for food while he and Gerard walked to the stairs.
Pete opened the door and didn’t see anyone there, he tried to close the door since it seemed weird to not have anyone there, but he was stopped “Hey!” Pete heard before completely closing it. There was a short boy starring at him “Hi Pete!”
“Frank?” Pete asked in surprise, frowning a little “What the hell are you doing here?” Pete really didn’t care if he was calling names in front of the kids. Damn it, they would have to listen them some time, didn’t they?
“Why it took so long for you to get here, you are his neighbor!” Gerard asked, for his age he was actually pretty smart.
“Sorry, but it was really hard to get out of home…” Frank was the type of kid who was just a mess, a big dirty mess. While Gerard was joking about farts and burps, Frank was holding a pair scissors and sitting on Joe’s bed while he was asleep
Frank lived on the house next to Pete and Joe’s, he was younger than Mikey, but he used to play with Gerard a lot, seeing him as the older brother he never had and the most amazing kid in the whole universe. No, no, on the whole galaxy.
Pete grabbed his phone and called Mrs. Iero, she said that Frank could sleepover at Pete’s, which was so not what he was expecting, plus she asked him to take care of him on the next day so she could go out with her friends. Yeah, one more kid to take care of, it would be an awesome day
***
Pete was sleeping peacefully in his bed; a girl came in and laid down beside him, naked. “Hey honey” she whispered with a sexy voice in his ear “Sorry, I just came back from my playboy photoshoot, I hope I haven’t miss anything”.
She was beautiful, Pete just wanted to eat her up, feel her and taste her skin “You’re smoking hot…” He said
“Then come to mshshshshshshshshshshshshshsh”
“I’m sorry” Pete chuckled, still amazed by her beauty “What are you talking about?” He asked when all the sounds coming out of her mouth were something like whipped cream or beard lotion on a spray can.
“Shshshshshs, shshshsh! Shshshs?” She was making sexy faces, but the noise was still weird, Pete touched his face, something creamy and green was all over his face.
The girl leaned a little over him to lick the stuff out of his face, and yes, he liked it, a whole lot.
And she was coming closer, oh so close, just half an inch for her tongue to touch his face when “He’s an idiot!” Someone shouts
Pete’s eyes opened up “I think he’s Mayor McChesse’s brother!” Gerard replied Frank as they high-fived each other
“What is going on here?” Pete asked as he sat on his bed, his chest covered with cream cheddar “What the fuck?” He asked while passing his hand through his face, more cheese on his palm, now it looked like a orange-ish yellow, not the green that it was before, in his dream “When did you guys wake up? Where’s Mikey?”
“We just woke up” Gerard said
“And Mikey went to the bathroom” Frank replied
“Pete, look at me!” A voice came from the door, Pete looked at the kid with Frank and Gerard still pining him, one from each side and cans still on their hands
Mikey was just standing there, his face full of cheddar, making a cheesy beard on his face “Now I can shave just like you!” He said with his hand about to touch his beard, carefully trying not to touch it and also taking care for any of it not to fall off his face.
Pete breathed in awe “That’s great Mikey!” He cheered as he got up and Gerard and Frank climbed down the bed “It seems like I have to shave my chest, don’t you think?”
Mikey gave him the cutest laugh “Your chest is just like my face!” He said pointing at Pete.
***
Pete’s was cleaning Mikey’s face after ‘shaving’ it with a razor without blade, when Patrick showed up on the bathroom door “What are you doing up here, Pete?” He asked
“Patrick!” Mikey cheered, his blanket in his hand, a little dirty from the cheese actually
“Hey little dude, how are you doing?” Patrick asked while giving the kid a high-five “Joe went out, his sister needed him or something, I don’t know, I didn’t pay any attention…”
“Oh” Pete said “Then can you watch Gerard and Frank for me while I finish here? Please, Trick…”
“What happened here?” Patrick laughed, taking a finger to Pete’s chest, covering it with cheese and taking it to his lips, tasting it and licking the tip of his finger.
Pete laughed “Frank and Gerard got a hold on the cream chesse, I…”
“That’s fine” Patrick said and left the small room “I’ll go check on them…”
Pete finished making breakfast and Mikey and Gee sat on the kitchen table just like two normal kids who were just and only waiting for their breakfast to come. Patrick was over the top of the island trying to get his hat from the top of the shelves, which Frank had thrown there “Look at you,” Frank mocked of Patrick “You’re so short!”
“Yeah, don’t hope that you’ll be the tallest guy either…” Gerard and Mikey laughed. The three kids were sitting on the big chairs by the island, a piece of paper in front of each and crayons all over it. Mikey noticed how Patrick tried not to step in them, failing miserably, the cracks of the red and blue crayons getting spattered all over the tiles.
He looked down at his paper and saw the ‘M’ and the ‘I’ that were there since last night, a ‘K’ Gerard had just helped him with and an attempt to write the letter ‘E’.
Frank seemed only to be doing doodles and small drawing, putting random colors on random parts of the paper. Gerard’s drawing was a little bit more elaborated, but of course, he was six, Gerard was a drawing expert. He had batman and superman holding hands on his paper, Mikey frowned at it, but then smiled, hugging his blanket a little closer to his chest.
“Are you getting there, Mikey?” Pete asked as he placed the bowls on the table and Patrick jumped from the island, fixing his hat tightly on his head
“Almost” Mikey said, looking down at his paper. Pete and Patrick gave cereal to the kids and they had it themselves for breakfast as well.
Later that day, they both took the kids to the playground; Pete was holding Gee in one hand and Mikey on the other one, reaching the sand next to the slide Gerard practically thrown himself at it and Mikey looked at Pete with his puppy, childish eyes “Are you sure it is okay for me to play here, Pete?”
“Yeah, sure, look, Gee is playing, why can’t you too?” And then he looked to the sand and sat down carefully, looking up at Pete one more time and smiling, when Pete smiled back he crawled a little to reach Gerard.
Frank spent practically the whole day inside the slide and Gerard would constantly look into the slide to tell Frank to get out.
Pete received a text from Joe a few minutes later “Whr r u?”
“Playground”
“Way bros?”
“& Iero”
“Im wth ray & bob, c u sun…”
“What does he want?” Patrick asked
“Joe is coming and he’s bringing Ray and Bob…”
“How do you know?” Patrick asked while checking Pete’s phone, maybe he is with Ray now, but he’ll see you at home, without him. Plus, Ray and Bob aren’t like Frank or Gerard; they’re just as calm as Mikey…”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”
Pete said when he heard something behind him “Hey Pete, where is Gee?”
Pete couldn’t believe his ears; he turned around and saw the little dude with afro hair and the other blonde kid, both with ice cream on their hands “Hey Ray! Hey Bob!” He was fucking scared, but he was actually excited to see Joe’s nephew and his friend there “Mikey and Gee are there” He pointed to the brothers “And Frank is stuck inside the slide; go enjoy the day a little bit…”
Ray ran with his ice cream and sat down beside Mikey, Bob just followed him, looking inside the slide to see Frank stuck there. Joe and Andy came a bit later, sitting on the same bench where Pete and Patrick were.
Andy pointed to Mikey on one of the swings “Wentz, go help him…” Mikey was alone on the swing; there was no one to push him; Gerard didn’t even seem interested since he was throwing sand in Ray’s hair “Come on Gee, stop it!”
Pete got on his knees behind Mikey “Why don’t any of them want to push you?”
“Don’t know” Mikey said, pouting a little, he wanted Pete to help him
“Okay, let me push you then…” Pete said before getting up from his knees and pushing Mikey as he went forward and backward, forward and backward.
“Do you like swings?” Mikey asked after a while
“Yes, I used to like them as a kid, when I was about your age, maybe a little older…”
“Do you still like them?”
“C’mon, I’m twenty now, I don’t play on swings anymore…” Pete said
“Why not? You like them, don’t you?” Mikey seemed worried, how can a person not like swings?
“Yes, I do like them…”
“Then let me push you…” Mikey said, turning to the older one
“Okay” Pete said trying to make the boy believe in him, that he could still play on swings “But just if you push me, okay?”
“That’s a’right…” Mikey jumped from the swing and Pete sat on it “I am very strong! Just like you are…”
Pete’s heart melted just when he said it, but he got back to what he was doing “God, look at Wentz, hey kiddo! Swinging, huh?” Joe screamed
“Shut up!” Pete whispered to his bandmates and Mikey started pushing him, with no success at all, Pete decided to slowly kick the floor and as soon as Mikey could notice he was pushing Pete forward and backward.
“Look Pete! I am strong! I am strong just like you are!” Mickey cheered
“Wow Mickey, you are so strong!”
When he stopped, Mikey walked a few steps and hugged him, just like he would always do with his blanket, and Pete hugged the little one back.
After a while, Frank finally got out of the slide. He had stolen Patrick’s hat one more time, putting it in a place where Patrick would never get it. It was on the top of a rocketship.
“Three bucks for you to get there, who is short now?” Frank said climbing the rocket; he was pretty strong and agile for a kid his age
“C’mon man, that’s my ‘I Love Bingo’ hat…” Patrick whined
“You went to Space Camp, got homesick and wrote lyrics from a million of miles away… You came back without knowing how to climb a rocketship, but you can still write your songs to your own hat, right?” Frank said, trying to make Patrick see the good side of having his hat on the top of a giant toy
“First of all, I never went to Space Camp, that’s a song, a metaphor. Second, according to it my hat has to have headphones to listen to the songs…”
“You never went to Space Camp? You lie in your songs!”
“GOD!” Patrick screamed
Gerard was sitting on Andy’s lap while they were watching the fight between Frank and Patrick; Joe was laughing while Ray and Bob were also sitting with them on the bench, behind it Mikey was sitting with a piece of paper and Ray’s crayons.
Pete got back with four ice creams, one for Gee, one for Bob, another one for Ray and the last one to Mikey; he sat in front of him and gave him the ice cream “Here it is kiddo…”
“Look Pete” Mikey pointed to his drawing “This is you, and this is me” He had drawn a tall guy holding hands with a kid beside a swing and a sand box “Can you hold my ice cream?”
Pete grabbed Mikey’s ice cream and let him finish the drawing “Pe… T… and an ‘e’, ‘r’… Peter!” Mikey cheered to the letters he had just written. He started to draw a wonky M “I… k… ey…” and just like in ‘Peter’, all the wonky letters were correct.
“Congratulations Mickey! You did it!” Pete celebrated
“I did it!” Mikey got along with Pete “I did it!” He looked to Pete and grabbed the drawing “It is for you…”
“Really? Do you want me to keep it?” Mikey nodded and Pete grabbed and put it on his backpack.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” Frank asked as he had finally given up and gave Patrick’s hat back
“Yes, thank you for ruining my day…” Patrick said while took the hat off of Frank’s little hands.
Joe had brought his van since it had been hold still for a long time since last tour. At the end of the day, Patrick, Andy and Joe went on the front of it, the kids were sitting on the back part of it and Pete was on the last seat, behind the boys.
Frank and Gerard both fell asleep, Frank rested his head on Gerard’s lap, the older one had one hand carded on Frank’s hair and the other one holding his hand. Bob was sleeping against the door and Ray was looking though the window.
Mikey was about to sleep with his body resting against Gee, his head on his brother’s shoulder, but then he looked up to Pete “Hey Pete, today was cool, do you think I can sleep on your house on another day?”
“Sure!” Pete said “You’re always welcome…”
“I love you, Pete…” Mikey said before closing his eyes and definitely falling asleep on Gee.
“Love you too, kiddo…” Pete said while gently putting Mikey’s hair behind his little, childish ears.