After a few minutes, Pete stopped screaming and panted, hiccupping, into the receiver. He could hear muffled noises in the background, like Patrick was moving around in his kitchen and had left the phone on the counter.
Gerard and Patrick were suddenly below, far below, and the world was a blur beneath him, and this was everything he wanted and didn't know that he did. The lights of the city, cars and buses and houses where people fought and loved and lived. Neat squares of golden light, smears of blue and red and yellow. The darkness of trees, of ocean, of mountains, pulled and spinning beneath him, and this was every song he'd ever written, and the ones he hadn't been able to.
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeete! Flying! On wings that have opinions about jam! Patrick raising an eyebrow! Oh man, this is awesome. And of course you call Gerard! ♥
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After a few minutes, Pete stopped screaming and panted, hiccupping, into the receiver. He could hear muffled noises in the background, like Patrick was moving around in his kitchen and had left the phone on the counter.
Faaaaaaaaaaavorite.
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You know Patrick has ways of dealing with Pete. He probably has a list.
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And so is this story~
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Thank you!
*pours goo-you into a bucket*
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Gerard and Patrick were suddenly below, far below, and the world was a blur beneath him, and this was everything he wanted and didn't know that he did. The lights of the city, cars and buses and houses where people fought and loved and lived. Neat squares of golden light, smears of blue and red and yellow. The darkness of trees, of ocean, of mountains, pulled and spinning beneath him, and this was every song he'd ever written, and the ones he hadn't been able to.
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Really who else would you call? He's the bandom supernatural expert!
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