Logos Naki World - Um Part Three
Title: Logos Naki World - Um Part Three
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: Strictly Pete's POV... lots of his humor.. Mmmm strawberry shampoo....
I can’t say I really felt comfortable sitting like this. I think my arm
finally went numb. Looking at it you’d think it wasn’t really there. I
let out a sigh of boredom. At least they could have turned on a light…
or given me something to write on or listen to? Something better than
just sitting here… with my arm numb, and having no idea what time it
is.
This has to be one of those few moments where I really wish someone who
wore bobby pins were around. Maybe then I could free myself.
Then my phone rang. I know it was my phone because well… my ringtone
was set to “We belong together.” Yes… That song is in fact… a Mariah
Carey song. And it was set so when Patrick called me late at night, I’d
know… That’s also probably why I started having insomnia.
No one thinks about those things unless they’re sitting in the dark, handcuffed to a railing. And their phone is ringing…
Well, reaching with my hand wasn’t going to get me my phone. Let’s try
my legs, I can be hopeful that I’ll get it this way… Heh, being
flexible is nice. It gets you the ringing phone and a different
position…
“Where the HELL is PETE!?”
“Um… on the phone.”
“Dude you okay?”
“I’m eating chicken… wearing girl trousers…the stairway is kinda shining..”
“Pete!”
“Seriously man. It’s dark down here and the light from the stairway is
blinding … Man I wish I had some sunglasses… maybe I’ll get a tan.”
“Pete this isn’t the time for jokes!”
“You’re right… I’m handcuffed to a railing like a half bondage thing
going on here. It’s kinda uncomfortable. You’re missing out on all the
fun.”
“I’m being serious dammit!”
“Hahaha. So was I.”
Click!
I felt the phone snap shut and ripped out of my hand. I have the
ominous feeling that a bastard is standing behind me on the stairs…
“Hey!” Looks like I was right. Why is everyone stealing my phone? GYR.
Fucker stole my phone, and along with it my one comfort… Patrick’s
voice.
“Penda. Give him a bath.”
“What the fuck do I look like, your DOG?”
“I think after three weeks on the road and no bath, you’re a bit unsanitary here.”
I watched him pocket the damn thing and go back up the stairs. Just wait you fucker. I’ll get even with you…
“Do you want the green towel or the pink one?” She gave me that same
happy creepy grin as she hopped down the stairs. It reminded me of Ren
and Stimpy: Happy, happy. Joy, joy. She turned on the lights and
held them both up. They matched my shirts, and that thought was
disturbing. I thumbed to the green one, it looked more fluffy anyway.
Well… if I’m going to shower… might was well as make the best of it.
Except I can’t just sit in there hoping at some point Patrick will just
pop out of there with his geeky grin. Oh wait… Aw dammit it. Fucking
girls pants… too tight. I shifted uncomfortably and she bounced looking
at me as if I’d just done something amusing and… happy go getting. Fuck
this. I just want to go home and fuuuuuuuuuuuumble with Patrick. Yeah.
That’ll make me very happy.
“You’ll be just so much more cute! You’re hair will be so soft and
silky.” She gushed, hugging the towels, “I’ll get to play with your
clean hair!”
I just looked at her. Soft? I forgot what my hair really felt like – um
clean. I always kinda like Andy’s. His hair always reminded me of those
Herbal Essence commercials. I bet he does that when we’re not around
too. Haha, what a loser. Wait… that makes me a loser too, because I
think about playing with Patrick’s hair all the time.
I felt the handcuff unlock from the railing and my arm drop. Damn. I
just can’t leave, can I? Nooooooope. She just handcuffed herself to me.
I have to take a bath… with her. I have this thing called privacy… why
can’t I have it?
She offered her hands to me and giggled, “I get to clean you!”
And for purposes beyond my own comprehension, I’m going to happily
block this entire bath from my memory. Maybe it’s because I have no
Patrick…
I feel so violated. And in the worst way… only without the actual
rape part. I wrapped the towel around my waist. There’s no point since
she saw everything, no matter how many bubbles were in that tub. She
offered me a shirt and a pair of pants. She offered me underwear and I
happily and quickly declined. That's right boys and girls, I like to
wear stuff that makes me feel naked underneath - it's a guy thing.
I would have worn my clothes, but she insisted they needed to be
washed. Pffft. Guys can wear clothes for more than one day,
consecutively, before we consider it dirty. That shirt wasn’t worn more
than two days so far. I’ll never understand women and their obsession
for cleanliness.
And back down to my dark room I go. I could have tried to run off, but
I’d have to drag her with me and it looked like the other guy was
upstairs by the nearest door. Watching tv. Kinda hard to sneak past him
if I have to do it right in front of him. And there is that gun issue
thing too. Didn't I already say that I swore on Patrick's naked body I
wouldn't try to get myself shot?
For now, I’ll be a nice hostage with a bad, bad mouth.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever rating cursing is...
Summary: Sometimes all it takes
is the worst moments in life to make you realize just exactly what you
would do for something that means the world to you.
Disclaimer: Of course they'll never belong to me. They belong to each other. ^_~
Notes: Strictly Pete's POV... lots of his humor.. Mmmm strawberry shampoo....
I can’t say I really felt comfortable sitting like this. I think my arm
finally went numb. Looking at it you’d think it wasn’t really there. I
let out a sigh of boredom. At least they could have turned on a light…
or given me something to write on or listen to? Something better than
just sitting here… with my arm numb, and having no idea what time it
is.
This has to be one of those few moments where I really wish someone who
wore bobby pins were around. Maybe then I could free myself.
Then my phone rang. I know it was my phone because well… my ringtone
was set to “We belong together.” Yes… That song is in fact… a Mariah
Carey song. And it was set so when Patrick called me late at night, I’d
know… That’s also probably why I started having insomnia.
No one thinks about those things unless they’re sitting in the dark, handcuffed to a railing. And their phone is ringing…
Well, reaching with my hand wasn’t going to get me my phone. Let’s try
my legs, I can be hopeful that I’ll get it this way… Heh, being
flexible is nice. It gets you the ringing phone and a different
position…
“Where the HELL is PETE!?”
“Um… on the phone.”
“Dude you okay?”
“I’m eating chicken… wearing girl trousers…the stairway is kinda shining..”
“Pete!”
“Seriously man. It’s dark down here and the light from the stairway is
blinding … Man I wish I had some sunglasses… maybe I’ll get a tan.”
“Pete this isn’t the time for jokes!”
“You’re right… I’m handcuffed to a railing like a half bondage thing
going on here. It’s kinda uncomfortable. You’re missing out on all the
fun.”
“I’m being serious dammit!”
“Hahaha. So was I.”
Click!
I felt the phone snap shut and ripped out of my hand. I have the
ominous feeling that a bastard is standing behind me on the stairs…
“Hey!” Looks like I was right. Why is everyone stealing my phone? GYR.
Fucker stole my phone, and along with it my one comfort… Patrick’s
voice.
“Penda. Give him a bath.”
“What the fuck do I look like, your DOG?”
“I think after three weeks on the road and no bath, you’re a bit unsanitary here.”
I watched him pocket the damn thing and go back up the stairs. Just wait you fucker. I’ll get even with you…
“Do you want the green towel or the pink one?” She gave me that same
happy creepy grin as she hopped down the stairs. It reminded me of Ren
and Stimpy: Happy, happy. Joy, joy. She turned on the lights and
held them both up. They matched my shirts, and that thought was
disturbing. I thumbed to the green one, it looked more fluffy anyway.
Well… if I’m going to shower… might was well as make the best of it.
Except I can’t just sit in there hoping at some point Patrick will just
pop out of there with his geeky grin. Oh wait… Aw dammit it. Fucking
girls pants… too tight. I shifted uncomfortably and she bounced looking
at me as if I’d just done something amusing and… happy go getting. Fuck
this. I just want to go home and fuuuuuuuuuuuumble with Patrick. Yeah.
That’ll make me very happy.
“You’ll be just so much more cute! You’re hair will be so soft and
silky.” She gushed, hugging the towels, “I’ll get to play with your
clean hair!”
I just looked at her. Soft? I forgot what my hair really felt like – um
clean. I always kinda like Andy’s. His hair always reminded me of those
Herbal Essence commercials. I bet he does that when we’re not around
too. Haha, what a loser. Wait… that makes me a loser too, because I
think about playing with Patrick’s hair all the time.
I felt the handcuff unlock from the railing and my arm drop. Damn. I
just can’t leave, can I? Nooooooope. She just handcuffed herself to me.
I have to take a bath… with her. I have this thing called privacy… why
can’t I have it?
She offered her hands to me and giggled, “I get to clean you!”
And for purposes beyond my own comprehension, I’m going to happily
block this entire bath from my memory. Maybe it’s because I have no
Patrick…
I feel so violated. And in the worst way… only without the actual
rape part. I wrapped the towel around my waist. There’s no point since
she saw everything, no matter how many bubbles were in that tub. She
offered me a shirt and a pair of pants. She offered me underwear and I
happily and quickly declined. That's right boys and girls, I like to
wear stuff that makes me feel naked underneath - it's a guy thing.
I would have worn my clothes, but she insisted they needed to be
washed. Pffft. Guys can wear clothes for more than one day,
consecutively, before we consider it dirty. That shirt wasn’t worn more
than two days so far. I’ll never understand women and their obsession
for cleanliness.
And back down to my dark room I go. I could have tried to run off, but
I’d have to drag her with me and it looked like the other guy was
upstairs by the nearest door. Watching tv. Kinda hard to sneak past him
if I have to do it right in front of him. And there is that gun issue
thing too. Didn't I already say that I swore on Patrick's naked body I
wouldn't try to get myself shot?
For now, I’ll be a nice hostage with a bad, bad mouth.
You can find the previous chapters here:
Chapter Two
Chapter One