Teenagers {TABLE 5}
Summary: { table} Pat convinces Ryan to go to the beach with him.
Disclaimer: I don't own; but, ya know, Pat Kirch gets shit done!
“Ryan! Let’s go to the beach!” Pat whined.
Ryan scoffed, “Why?”
“Because!” Pat shouted as if it were completely obvious. “We’re seventeen! Our teenage life is almost over! We’ll be eighteen next year! We have to go to the beach now!”
“But why do you have to go to the beach?”
“Because I like the beach,” Pat huffed. “You can bring your guitar and we can watch the boats. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!”
“Ah, fine. Let me get my jacket,” he sighed. Pat squealed excitedly and ran to get his own green sweatshirt.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on," Pat chanted from the doorway.
Ryan walked up and stopped in front of Pat, "You. . . are insane."
"Fine, let's go," Pat grinned. Ryan sighed & followed Pat into the yellow car. Pat shouted a few minutes into the ride, "Aren't you excited?!"
"Fucking ecstatic," Ryan deadpanned. Pat chuckled and shoved Ryan playfully, knowing Ryan really was excited.
-!-
"Come on! It's not even cold!" Ryan shouted. Pat raised his eyebrows with wide eyes and squealed as the water washed up to hit his toes. "Pat," Ryan sighed exasperatedly.
"It's cold!" he screeched.
"No, it's not!"
"We're in fucking Chicago, you ostrich! It's always cold!" Ryan didn't even react to the ostrich comment; he was so used to Pat.
He ordered, "Get in the water," and Pat giggled. "What are you laughing at?" Ryan sighed.
"You sound like Noah," Pat smiled.
"Who the hell is Noah?"
"From The Notebook; when he & Allie are swimming, she's afraid to do the rope swing an-" Pat stopped for no apparent reason and Ryan chuckled.
"Fine, I'm Noah. Get in the water!" Pat laughed and took a few steps forward. "You know, Allie loved Noah. So, if I'm Noah, then you love me and you'll get in because I asked you to."
Pat huffed. Ryan was kind of right. "Fine!" He took a few steps back and took off running into the water, eyes shut tight and sqeauling as the cool water coverd his body. He was actually having fun until he ran into Ryan.
"The whole damn body of Lake Michagin here and you run into me," Ryan laughed. Pat hugged Ryan happily and pulled away to splash around some more.
"I thought we weren't even going to swim," Pat said a few minutes later.
Ryan shrugged, "Guess I lied."
"You're not s'posed to lie."
Ryan smirked, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'm a get you!" Pat shouted, jumping at his friend and clinging onto his back. "Ha ha; can't get me!" Pat cheered as Ryan spun around, trying to make Pat fall.
"Oh yea?!" Ryan laughed & jumped under the water, startling Pat and making him fall away. "Sucker!"
"You suck," Pat groaned, heading back towards shore.
"No, actually, I usually bite," Ryan said, following Pat back to the sand.
Pat pulled his jeans on after toweling off and sat down huffing, "Those sunglasses are stupid."
Ryan blanched. Pat loved his giant sunglasses. "You're lying."
"Am not. They look stupid. You look like a fly."
"Aw, come on, Pat. Don't be mean, now. You're not supposed to do that."
"I'm allowed to be mean to ass hat ostriches," Pat noted.
"My sunglasses are awesome."
"They're stupid." Ryan laughed & jumped on top of Pat, straddling him.
"Take it back."
"No." Ryan leaned a bit closer.
"Take it back," he said firmly.
"No," Pat sing sang. Ryan leaned even closer, his face right in front of Ryan's.
"Patrick John Kirch, take it back right fucking now," Ryan hissed.
"Or what?" Pat challenged.
"I'm gonna have to kiss you just to shut you up," Ryan said in a matter of fact tone, not really knowing what exactly he was doing.
"Well, that only makes me want to say no even more."
"What?" Ryan hadn't really known what to expect as Pat's reply, but it wasn't that.
"Uh. . . ."
"You meant that?" Ryan's breath hit Pat's face softly as he spoke and Pat nodded slightly, biting his lip nervously. "Really?" Pat nodded again, letting his lip go. "Like, you want to kiss . . . me?"
"Oh my God, Ryan, yes!" Pat laughed, lifting his hand to the back of Ryan's neck and pressing their lips together quickly. Ryan couldn't help it; he smiled against Pat's lip - possibly the most happy he’s been. Ever.
Disclaimer: I don't own; but, ya know, Pat Kirch gets shit done!
“Ryan! Let’s go to the beach!” Pat whined.
Ryan scoffed, “Why?”
“Because!” Pat shouted as if it were completely obvious. “We’re seventeen! Our teenage life is almost over! We’ll be eighteen next year! We have to go to the beach now!”
“But why do you have to go to the beach?”
“Because I like the beach,” Pat huffed. “You can bring your guitar and we can watch the boats. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!”
“Ah, fine. Let me get my jacket,” he sighed. Pat squealed excitedly and ran to get his own green sweatshirt.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on," Pat chanted from the doorway.
Ryan walked up and stopped in front of Pat, "You. . . are insane."
"Fine, let's go," Pat grinned. Ryan sighed & followed Pat into the yellow car. Pat shouted a few minutes into the ride, "Aren't you excited?!"
"Fucking ecstatic," Ryan deadpanned. Pat chuckled and shoved Ryan playfully, knowing Ryan really was excited.
-!-
"Come on! It's not even cold!" Ryan shouted. Pat raised his eyebrows with wide eyes and squealed as the water washed up to hit his toes. "Pat," Ryan sighed exasperatedly.
"It's cold!" he screeched.
"No, it's not!"
"We're in fucking Chicago, you ostrich! It's always cold!" Ryan didn't even react to the ostrich comment; he was so used to Pat.
He ordered, "Get in the water," and Pat giggled. "What are you laughing at?" Ryan sighed.
"You sound like Noah," Pat smiled.
"Who the hell is Noah?"
"From The Notebook; when he & Allie are swimming, she's afraid to do the rope swing an-" Pat stopped for no apparent reason and Ryan chuckled.
"Fine, I'm Noah. Get in the water!" Pat laughed and took a few steps forward. "You know, Allie loved Noah. So, if I'm Noah, then you love me and you'll get in because I asked you to."
Pat huffed. Ryan was kind of right. "Fine!" He took a few steps back and took off running into the water, eyes shut tight and sqeauling as the cool water coverd his body. He was actually having fun until he ran into Ryan.
"The whole damn body of Lake Michagin here and you run into me," Ryan laughed. Pat hugged Ryan happily and pulled away to splash around some more.
"I thought we weren't even going to swim," Pat said a few minutes later.
Ryan shrugged, "Guess I lied."
"You're not s'posed to lie."
Ryan smirked, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'm a get you!" Pat shouted, jumping at his friend and clinging onto his back. "Ha ha; can't get me!" Pat cheered as Ryan spun around, trying to make Pat fall.
"Oh yea?!" Ryan laughed & jumped under the water, startling Pat and making him fall away. "Sucker!"
"You suck," Pat groaned, heading back towards shore.
"No, actually, I usually bite," Ryan said, following Pat back to the sand.
Pat pulled his jeans on after toweling off and sat down huffing, "Those sunglasses are stupid."
Ryan blanched. Pat loved his giant sunglasses. "You're lying."
"Am not. They look stupid. You look like a fly."
"Aw, come on, Pat. Don't be mean, now. You're not supposed to do that."
"I'm allowed to be mean to ass hat ostriches," Pat noted.
"My sunglasses are awesome."
"They're stupid." Ryan laughed & jumped on top of Pat, straddling him.
"Take it back."
"No." Ryan leaned a bit closer.
"Take it back," he said firmly.
"No," Pat sing sang. Ryan leaned even closer, his face right in front of Ryan's.
"Patrick John Kirch, take it back right fucking now," Ryan hissed.
"Or what?" Pat challenged.
"I'm gonna have to kiss you just to shut you up," Ryan said in a matter of fact tone, not really knowing what exactly he was doing.
"Well, that only makes me want to say no even more."
"What?" Ryan hadn't really known what to expect as Pat's reply, but it wasn't that.
"Uh. . . ."
"You meant that?" Ryan's breath hit Pat's face softly as he spoke and Pat nodded slightly, biting his lip nervously. "Really?" Pat nodded again, letting his lip go. "Like, you want to kiss . . . me?"
"Oh my God, Ryan, yes!" Pat laughed, lifting his hand to the back of Ryan's neck and pressing their lips together quickly. Ryan couldn't help it; he smiled against Pat's lip - possibly the most happy he’s been. Ever.