The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy Ass Apartment Block)
Title: The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy Ass Apartment Block)(1/?)
Raiting: T+ - M (I'm common i can't help my swearing!!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy, I don't own Gym Class Heroes or any of the real people mentioned in this fic (I mean, really, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Travis McCoy and Mikey Way all owned by me? Pssshhh you think I'd be ANYWHERE NEAR this computer?!)
Beta'd by the best female brother I could ask for! (If that makes any sense at all...) mangaka_bassist
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Pete was leant over his balcony in silence, looking down at the scene below him. The car park with the same cars in it every day, past that was the road that the same cars drove on every day and the pavement where the same people walked every day. Every single day since he moved into this… prison cell with central heating. Only a year now, but it felt like an eternity. But why should it? He looked over to his buddy Travis who was stood next to him looking thoughtful with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had great friends, like Travis, an awesome girlfriend that he lived with, a cool apartment, he made money doing what he loved, making music, and best of all he hadn’t touched a cigarette in over 2 years. His life was on the up. Or at least it appeared to be.
“Pete, dude,” Travis croaked suddenly then cleared his throat. Pete maintained his forward gaze.
“Yeah?” he responded.
“You ok? I mean, you seem kinda…” Travis began, and then gave Pete a confused look. “Your body’s in Wilmette but your mind is in, fucking, Neverland or something.”
“Nah I’m good,” Pete lied. “Even I get my quiet days. I’m like, just thinking about everything. Life you know?”
“Yeah,” Travis smirked. “You and your perfect life.”
“perfect life my ass... ”
Pete just shrugged at Travis
“How long you and K been together huh?” Travis asked, scratching the back of his neck and taking another drag of this cigarette.
“Dunno. Lost count a while ago…” Pete sighed.
“Two years, three months and six days!” Kirsten, Pete’s girlfriend, called through the door.
“Damn," Travis sighed. “Is it just me or do the female species have some sort of ultra-sensitive radar in their ears?”
“It’s just you Travie,” Kirsten whispered from behind him. He jumped and nearly fell face first onto the floor. Pete laughed at the two of them.
“And what are you laughing at Mr. Pan? You need to learn to discipline your woman! Cage her up or something!” Travis exclaimed, pointing at Kirsten who was loving every second of it.
“Oh, my Kirst knows who’s boss,” Pete smirked.
“Oh really?” Kirsten asked, walking up to Pete so they were centimetres from each other. “Who’s boss then?”
“Me,” Pete said simply.
“And why is that?”
“Simple, I’m the strongest.”
And he picked Kirsten up and slung her over his shoulder. She began to kick and screech at him,
“Pete let me down! Ow! You FREAK, let me down!!”
He laughed and dropped her on her feet in front of him. She glared at him.
“You love it,” Pete smirked and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“I still own you,” Kirsten reminded Pete, and then turned to Travis. “And you.”
“Hm. You wish…” he smirked and threw his cigarette over the balcony.
Just then there was a loud crash from the house next door. Travis looked stunned.
“Shit, did my ‘grette do that?” he asked.
“Somehow I don’t think so…” Kirsten said, giving Travis a sideways look.
“Shit, you guys! That came from Joe’s place!!” Pete realised.
“Should we go over?” Kirsten asked. Pete and Travis looked to each other and nodded.
~PXxXP~
“Fuck… Gotta put that box away…” Patrick mumbled to himself, rubbing his sore knee. Just then he heard a knock on the door and he pushed himself up off the floor.
“I’ll bet it’s one of the weirdoes Joe told me about…”
He opened the door and was faced with three people. A tall mixed race guy with bushy hair tied back into a ponytail wearing a purple scarf and a white t-shirt with blue jeans, a woman just shorter than him with wavy dirty blonde hair and concerned blue eyes wearing an army green t-shirt, blue shorts and socks, and another guy in a black hoodie and jeans with a tanned face and very confused hazel eyes.
“Hm? Are these guys Joe's friends or something? ”
“Uh, hi?” the blonde woman said. Patrick blinked and smiled at her.
“Sorry, hi, I’m Patrick.” He apologised and shook her hand.
“Dude, is Joe in there? Are you two--?” the tall guy asked.
“No! Jesus, no!” Patrick interrupted then laughed. “Joe’s moved out. I live here now.”
The three people looked stunned.
“Yeah…” Patrick shrugged and looked at his feet. He hated being stared at.
“Well err, I’m Kirsten,” The woman smiled and pointed to the tanned guy. “And this is my boyfriend Pete.”
“Why are the good ones always straight? ”
Patrick smiled at Pete who waved and shifted from one foot to another uncomfortably.
“And this is my bitch Travie,” Kirsten said finally, pointing to the tall guy.
“Only bitch here is you...” Travis muttered and Patrick laughed. Kirsten elbowed Travis violently.
"Heh, Joe told me I’d have weird neighbours..."
"Oh we're about as normal as you get around here. Probably why Joe moved," Pete joked.
"Way to make the guy feel at home here Petey..." Kirsten sighed. "Scare him outta his wits."
"I was just kidding Kirst!"
"Wasn't very funny from where I was standing."
"Well you're not Patrick are you?!"
"Well I can tell when someone’s freaked-out!"
"I'm not freaked out," Patrick interjected.
"Yeah but shit, here trying to make friends and my boyfriend’s calling me a weirdo!" Kirsten said.
"Damn, stop trying to start a fight!" Pete groaned.
"I'm not!!" Kirsten roared back.
"And they're supposed to be going out..." Travis sighed to Patrick who looked very uncomfortable. "Heh, I’m liking the one up one down thing but that kinda went out with the nineties…”
Patrick looked down at his rolled up trouser leg from when he was checking his knee. He grinned and shrugged.
“It’s still the nineties in here,” He said, pointing to his head. “Good music and bad clothes. All me.” Travis laughed and invited himself in.
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"Yeah, this is pretty much where boxes go to die..." Patrick laughed at the mess of boxes all over his apartment.
"What's in all these boxes?" Pete asked.
"CD's, Vinyl, shoes and hats!" Patrick grinned. "Oh! And my computer and PSP. That's pretty much my life."
"No kidding! You got all kinds in here! Shit it’s like, Marvin Gaye to... The Misfits in here!!" Travis exclaimed, taking his head out of one of the boxes for a few seconds then diving back in again.
"Travie!" Kirsten warned him.
"I'm black. We like getting in people's business," he shrugged and continued rooting through Patrick's boxes.
"That’s the same excuse he gives for going through our drawers," Pete laughed. "Every day."
"Can I help my heritage?"
Pete and Kirsten simultaneously gave him a sideways glare.
"So, how d’you know Joe?" Pete asked.
"Through work and stuff. We both worked at Borders." Patrick shrugged.
"You know all of Joe's friends?" Pete asked.
"I didn't know you guys did I?"
"Touché."
"Gesundheit."
Pete and Patrick burst out laughing.
"Good one." Pete grinned. "I was just asking 'cause, you know, Joe has this one friend that I’ve never met but I'd love to. Says he’s a bit on the shy side, but he has a voice like an angel."
Patrick's face gained a slight pink tinge.
"Fuck's sake Joe! "
"Hm, dunno. I might know him. If I do I’ll like, introduce him or something..."
"Cool," Pete nodded. "Joe has friends everywhere."
"Dude, speaking of everywhere, I gotta be somewhere. What time is it?" Travis asked.
"Four," Patrick replied.
"Damn! I'll see ya around!!" Travis jumped up and made for the door.
"Who is it this time?" Pete asked.
"Tanya," Travis replied.
"Tall one?"
"Nah, the other one,"
Pete nodded in approval and grinned at his best friend who looked at a disapproving Kirsten as if to say, 'Come on, it's me!' and zoomed out of the door.
"Two girlfriends?" Patrick asked.
"One friend with benefits, one fuck buddy." Pete replied.
"As if he'd ever settle down..." Kirsten shrugged. "Not like my Peter."
"Yeah. I settled down. It's just I can't get back up again..." Pete joked, a flash of something in his eyes.
"Hey!" Kirsten barked.
"...Not even if I wanted to Kirst." Pete smiled and put his arm around her.
"So what about you Patrick?" Kirsten asked. "You settled down?"
"Nope," Patrick shrugged.
"Last time you had a girlfriend?" Pete asked.
"Uh, 3rd grade?" Patrick said uncertainly. Kirsten and Pete both looked at each other with a worried expression.
"Now the last time I had a boyfriend was... a year ago," Patrick continued.
"Oh! You shop on the other side of the street!" Pete exclaimed. Patrick laughed and nodded.
"I love how you put that."
~PXxXP~
"I swear to God Peter!!! You love to make me look bad!" Kirsten roared at Pete.
"Don't call me Peter like I’m some kid in the principal’s office! I did nothing but joke around with the guy!" Pete roared back.
"'Oh we're about as normal as you get around here!' You can see how nervous that Patrick was! And you made it worse!"
"He laughed with me!! I-jeez--I don't know what the hell to do with you sometimes!"
"How about you push me aside and go be comforted by one of your other girlfriends!"
"Not this shit again..." Pete groaned and sat o the sofa.
"As soon as they're here you pay no attention to me whatsoever..." Kirsten began.
"Every single one of my friends! Ashlee, Lindsay, Jeanae, Michelle… You accused me of going out with Mikey once! You think I’m some kind of sex maniac?" Pete exclaimed.
"So why do you hang out with them all the time?" Kirsten pried further.
"They’re my friends!!! What am I not allowed to have friends? You act like I’ll fuck anything that moves!"
"Uh huh... put it all on me…"
"Oh for--.... I can't deal with you anymore..."
"Deal with me? What about me wondering if you're being faithful every time you go to work..."
"Stop being so melodramatic..."
"As if you're not."
"I am! I'm so melodramatic I remind myself of you!"
"..."
"You're like a freaking stage actress! Blinded your own facades. Its all comedy and tragedy with you. When you're out and about you wear your comedy mask and make me look like the moron while you laugh at me from your own little world, then as soon as we get home we go from a midsummer nights dream to the worst nightmare you could ever imagine. And on comes tragedy, waiting to play the wounded animal. It's your favourite part right?"
"…and you're gonna leave here and write that all down because of how good it sounds. Well fuck off then Peter. Fuck off home to Neverland where no one can touch you."
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Pete was stood on the balcony, letting the cold February air sting his face. 3 arguments in 3 days. Every single day they were at each others throats. Kirsten was so eager not to let Pete fly away, but Pete wanted to spread his wings so she had to trap him. And they both hated it. Pete didn't know what to do. He didn't want to break Kirsten's heart, but he needed to be free or he would.
"why did I give up smoking? " Pete sighed and held his head in his hands.
"...Love... love will tear us apart, again. Love... love will tear us apart, again..."
It came from Patrick's apartment.
Pete listened closely. He’d listened to that song so many times he knew that wasn’t joy division. That was a gorgeous voice that sounded just like...no way.
Pete sat on the balcony and leaned over. Patrick's sound system wasn't on and his computer wasn't set up yet.
"He's the guy Joe was talking about! Lying little--... I have to go over! "
~PXxXP~
"Uh, hi Pete." Patrick said, with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Hey. Need a hand?" Pete asked, gesturing towards the mess of boxes on Patrick's floor. Patrick nodded eagerly and Pete let himself in.
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"You know, these walls are paper thin." Pete commented whilst passing CDs to Patrick.
"Oh?" Patrick said innocently.
"Don't play dumb Patrick. You heard us arguing didn't you?" Pete said darkly and Patrick nodded, not looking Pete in the eye.
"It's ok. I don't mind.” Pete brightened up quickly. Patrick raised an eyebrow at the way Pete just brushed off the subject like that but ignored it.
“What I was hinting at was,” Pete smirked. “You can hear me, so I can hear you..."
Patrick's face went bright red.
"Don't know the guy huh?" Pete grinned. "Joe was right though. Your voice is like... wow."
Patrick bit his lower lip.
"Thanks." he said quietly.
"You're a great guy you know." Pete commented. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you."
"We're friends now?" Patrick laughed. "It's all so sudden! We'll be holding hands next!"
Pete laughed.
"Oh, we'd make a hot couple." he grinned.
"The best." Patrick grinned back. “Forget Brangelina or Bennifer! We’d be Peterick!”
“Oh I love that.” Pete grinned and stepped forward to high-five Patrick, tripping over a box in the process.
“Heh.” Patrick laughed. “I gotta get rid of that box…”
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Raiting: T+ - M (I'm common i can't help my swearing!!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy, I don't own Gym Class Heroes or any of the real people mentioned in this fic (I mean, really, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Travis McCoy and Mikey Way all owned by me? Pssshhh you think I'd be ANYWHERE NEAR this computer?!)
Beta'd by the best female brother I could ask for! (If that makes any sense at all...) mangaka_bassist
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Pete was leant over his balcony in silence, looking down at the scene below him. The car park with the same cars in it every day, past that was the road that the same cars drove on every day and the pavement where the same people walked every day. Every single day since he moved into this… prison cell with central heating. Only a year now, but it felt like an eternity. But why should it? He looked over to his buddy Travis who was stood next to him looking thoughtful with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He had great friends, like Travis, an awesome girlfriend that he lived with, a cool apartment, he made money doing what he loved, making music, and best of all he hadn’t touched a cigarette in over 2 years. His life was on the up. Or at least it appeared to be.
“Pete, dude,” Travis croaked suddenly then cleared his throat. Pete maintained his forward gaze.
“Yeah?” he responded.
“You ok? I mean, you seem kinda…” Travis began, and then gave Pete a confused look. “Your body’s in Wilmette but your mind is in, fucking, Neverland or something.”
“Nah I’m good,” Pete lied. “Even I get my quiet days. I’m like, just thinking about everything. Life you know?”
“Yeah,” Travis smirked. “You and your perfect life.”
“perfect life my ass... ”
Pete just shrugged at Travis
“How long you and K been together huh?” Travis asked, scratching the back of his neck and taking another drag of this cigarette.
“Dunno. Lost count a while ago…” Pete sighed.
“Two years, three months and six days!” Kirsten, Pete’s girlfriend, called through the door.
“Damn," Travis sighed. “Is it just me or do the female species have some sort of ultra-sensitive radar in their ears?”
“It’s just you Travie,” Kirsten whispered from behind him. He jumped and nearly fell face first onto the floor. Pete laughed at the two of them.
“And what are you laughing at Mr. Pan? You need to learn to discipline your woman! Cage her up or something!” Travis exclaimed, pointing at Kirsten who was loving every second of it.
“Oh, my Kirst knows who’s boss,” Pete smirked.
“Oh really?” Kirsten asked, walking up to Pete so they were centimetres from each other. “Who’s boss then?”
“Me,” Pete said simply.
“And why is that?”
“Simple, I’m the strongest.”
And he picked Kirsten up and slung her over his shoulder. She began to kick and screech at him,
“Pete let me down! Ow! You FREAK, let me down!!”
He laughed and dropped her on her feet in front of him. She glared at him.
“You love it,” Pete smirked and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“I still own you,” Kirsten reminded Pete, and then turned to Travis. “And you.”
“Hm. You wish…” he smirked and threw his cigarette over the balcony.
Just then there was a loud crash from the house next door. Travis looked stunned.
“Shit, did my ‘grette do that?” he asked.
“Somehow I don’t think so…” Kirsten said, giving Travis a sideways look.
“Shit, you guys! That came from Joe’s place!!” Pete realised.
“Should we go over?” Kirsten asked. Pete and Travis looked to each other and nodded.
~PXxXP~
“Fuck… Gotta put that box away…” Patrick mumbled to himself, rubbing his sore knee. Just then he heard a knock on the door and he pushed himself up off the floor.
“I’ll bet it’s one of the weirdoes Joe told me about…”
He opened the door and was faced with three people. A tall mixed race guy with bushy hair tied back into a ponytail wearing a purple scarf and a white t-shirt with blue jeans, a woman just shorter than him with wavy dirty blonde hair and concerned blue eyes wearing an army green t-shirt, blue shorts and socks, and another guy in a black hoodie and jeans with a tanned face and very confused hazel eyes.
“Hm? Are these guys Joe's friends or something? ”
“Uh, hi?” the blonde woman said. Patrick blinked and smiled at her.
“Sorry, hi, I’m Patrick.” He apologised and shook her hand.
“Dude, is Joe in there? Are you two--?” the tall guy asked.
“No! Jesus, no!” Patrick interrupted then laughed. “Joe’s moved out. I live here now.”
The three people looked stunned.
“Yeah…” Patrick shrugged and looked at his feet. He hated being stared at.
“Well err, I’m Kirsten,” The woman smiled and pointed to the tanned guy. “And this is my boyfriend Pete.”
“Why are the good ones always straight? ”
Patrick smiled at Pete who waved and shifted from one foot to another uncomfortably.
“And this is my bitch Travie,” Kirsten said finally, pointing to the tall guy.
“Only bitch here is you...” Travis muttered and Patrick laughed. Kirsten elbowed Travis violently.
"Heh, Joe told me I’d have weird neighbours..."
"Oh we're about as normal as you get around here. Probably why Joe moved," Pete joked.
"Way to make the guy feel at home here Petey..." Kirsten sighed. "Scare him outta his wits."
"I was just kidding Kirst!"
"Wasn't very funny from where I was standing."
"Well you're not Patrick are you?!"
"Well I can tell when someone’s freaked-out!"
"I'm not freaked out," Patrick interjected.
"Yeah but shit, here trying to make friends and my boyfriend’s calling me a weirdo!" Kirsten said.
"Damn, stop trying to start a fight!" Pete groaned.
"I'm not!!" Kirsten roared back.
"And they're supposed to be going out..." Travis sighed to Patrick who looked very uncomfortable. "Heh, I’m liking the one up one down thing but that kinda went out with the nineties…”
Patrick looked down at his rolled up trouser leg from when he was checking his knee. He grinned and shrugged.
“It’s still the nineties in here,” He said, pointing to his head. “Good music and bad clothes. All me.” Travis laughed and invited himself in.
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"Yeah, this is pretty much where boxes go to die..." Patrick laughed at the mess of boxes all over his apartment.
"What's in all these boxes?" Pete asked.
"CD's, Vinyl, shoes and hats!" Patrick grinned. "Oh! And my computer and PSP. That's pretty much my life."
"No kidding! You got all kinds in here! Shit it’s like, Marvin Gaye to... The Misfits in here!!" Travis exclaimed, taking his head out of one of the boxes for a few seconds then diving back in again.
"Travie!" Kirsten warned him.
"I'm black. We like getting in people's business," he shrugged and continued rooting through Patrick's boxes.
"That’s the same excuse he gives for going through our drawers," Pete laughed. "Every day."
"Can I help my heritage?"
Pete and Kirsten simultaneously gave him a sideways glare.
"So, how d’you know Joe?" Pete asked.
"Through work and stuff. We both worked at Borders." Patrick shrugged.
"You know all of Joe's friends?" Pete asked.
"I didn't know you guys did I?"
"Touché."
"Gesundheit."
Pete and Patrick burst out laughing.
"Good one." Pete grinned. "I was just asking 'cause, you know, Joe has this one friend that I’ve never met but I'd love to. Says he’s a bit on the shy side, but he has a voice like an angel."
Patrick's face gained a slight pink tinge.
"Fuck's sake Joe! "
"Hm, dunno. I might know him. If I do I’ll like, introduce him or something..."
"Cool," Pete nodded. "Joe has friends everywhere."
"Dude, speaking of everywhere, I gotta be somewhere. What time is it?" Travis asked.
"Four," Patrick replied.
"Damn! I'll see ya around!!" Travis jumped up and made for the door.
"Who is it this time?" Pete asked.
"Tanya," Travis replied.
"Tall one?"
"Nah, the other one,"
Pete nodded in approval and grinned at his best friend who looked at a disapproving Kirsten as if to say, 'Come on, it's me!' and zoomed out of the door.
"Two girlfriends?" Patrick asked.
"One friend with benefits, one fuck buddy." Pete replied.
"As if he'd ever settle down..." Kirsten shrugged. "Not like my Peter."
"Yeah. I settled down. It's just I can't get back up again..." Pete joked, a flash of something in his eyes.
"Hey!" Kirsten barked.
"...Not even if I wanted to Kirst." Pete smiled and put his arm around her.
"So what about you Patrick?" Kirsten asked. "You settled down?"
"Nope," Patrick shrugged.
"Last time you had a girlfriend?" Pete asked.
"Uh, 3rd grade?" Patrick said uncertainly. Kirsten and Pete both looked at each other with a worried expression.
"Now the last time I had a boyfriend was... a year ago," Patrick continued.
"Oh! You shop on the other side of the street!" Pete exclaimed. Patrick laughed and nodded.
"I love how you put that."
~PXxXP~
"I swear to God Peter!!! You love to make me look bad!" Kirsten roared at Pete.
"Don't call me Peter like I’m some kid in the principal’s office! I did nothing but joke around with the guy!" Pete roared back.
"'Oh we're about as normal as you get around here!' You can see how nervous that Patrick was! And you made it worse!"
"He laughed with me!! I-jeez--I don't know what the hell to do with you sometimes!"
"How about you push me aside and go be comforted by one of your other girlfriends!"
"Not this shit again..." Pete groaned and sat o the sofa.
"As soon as they're here you pay no attention to me whatsoever..." Kirsten began.
"Every single one of my friends! Ashlee, Lindsay, Jeanae, Michelle… You accused me of going out with Mikey once! You think I’m some kind of sex maniac?" Pete exclaimed.
"So why do you hang out with them all the time?" Kirsten pried further.
"They’re my friends!!! What am I not allowed to have friends? You act like I’ll fuck anything that moves!"
"Uh huh... put it all on me…"
"Oh for--.... I can't deal with you anymore..."
"Deal with me? What about me wondering if you're being faithful every time you go to work..."
"Stop being so melodramatic..."
"As if you're not."
"I am! I'm so melodramatic I remind myself of you!"
"..."
"You're like a freaking stage actress! Blinded your own facades. Its all comedy and tragedy with you. When you're out and about you wear your comedy mask and make me look like the moron while you laugh at me from your own little world, then as soon as we get home we go from a midsummer nights dream to the worst nightmare you could ever imagine. And on comes tragedy, waiting to play the wounded animal. It's your favourite part right?"
"…and you're gonna leave here and write that all down because of how good it sounds. Well fuck off then Peter. Fuck off home to Neverland where no one can touch you."
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Pete was stood on the balcony, letting the cold February air sting his face. 3 arguments in 3 days. Every single day they were at each others throats. Kirsten was so eager not to let Pete fly away, but Pete wanted to spread his wings so she had to trap him. And they both hated it. Pete didn't know what to do. He didn't want to break Kirsten's heart, but he needed to be free or he would.
"why did I give up smoking? " Pete sighed and held his head in his hands.
"...Love... love will tear us apart, again. Love... love will tear us apart, again..."
It came from Patrick's apartment.
Pete listened closely. He’d listened to that song so many times he knew that wasn’t joy division. That was a gorgeous voice that sounded just like...no way.
Pete sat on the balcony and leaned over. Patrick's sound system wasn't on and his computer wasn't set up yet.
"He's the guy Joe was talking about! Lying little--... I have to go over! "
~PXxXP~
"Uh, hi Pete." Patrick said, with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"Hey. Need a hand?" Pete asked, gesturing towards the mess of boxes on Patrick's floor. Patrick nodded eagerly and Pete let himself in.
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"You know, these walls are paper thin." Pete commented whilst passing CDs to Patrick.
"Oh?" Patrick said innocently.
"Don't play dumb Patrick. You heard us arguing didn't you?" Pete said darkly and Patrick nodded, not looking Pete in the eye.
"It's ok. I don't mind.” Pete brightened up quickly. Patrick raised an eyebrow at the way Pete just brushed off the subject like that but ignored it.
“What I was hinting at was,” Pete smirked. “You can hear me, so I can hear you..."
Patrick's face went bright red.
"Don't know the guy huh?" Pete grinned. "Joe was right though. Your voice is like... wow."
Patrick bit his lower lip.
"Thanks." he said quietly.
"You're a great guy you know." Pete commented. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you."
"We're friends now?" Patrick laughed. "It's all so sudden! We'll be holding hands next!"
Pete laughed.
"Oh, we'd make a hot couple." he grinned.
"The best." Patrick grinned back. “Forget Brangelina or Bennifer! We’d be Peterick!”
“Oh I love that.” Pete grinned and stepped forward to high-five Patrick, tripping over a box in the process.
“Heh.” Patrick laughed. “I gotta get rid of that box…”
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