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Mikey doesn't answer. He doesn't answer so hard that it's a strain. Pete keeps texting, though.

ur smiles a drug he sends. He follows it up with sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Mikey doesn't know if his smile is the sunshine or if Pete's on drugs.

Mikey is wide awake now, gripping his phone in two hands, reading every message that comes through.

the songs are in ur eyes

nothing can do what a touch of ur hand can do

wishing i was my hoodie wrapped around u

ur smile like daylight dripping through the pines pure sunshine summertime

want to hold ur hand

want u to show me what it means to be

And Mikey's not sure what are lyrics and what are Pete's own words (except for the hoodie message), or what it all means exactly.

The texts stop coming sometime around two. Mikey sighs and puts his phone back down on his side table and drapes the purple hoodie over his pillow, underside up. It's soft against his cheek and smells like hair product and something that Mikey can only describe as boy.

He falls asleep slowly, drifting off with snippets of songs in his head, his nose buried in Pete's scent.

Maybe the next time Pete texts, he'll answer.


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