Title: Extra Tape
Author: Emily, _mixedchemicals
Rating: PG, I'd say.
Summary: A little 400 word fluffy thing. Its cute, I suppose.
Author's Notes: I posted this on fandomination.net and I got good reviews and my friend convinced me to post it here. Keep in mind, this is one of the first fanfics I wrote.
“Pete, are you sure about this?”
I give him a sly smile from behind the camera. “Sure about what?” I ask with a mischievous tone.
“Using the extra tape to make video of us,” Patrick says with a slight eye roll.
Finishing setting up the camera, I come and sit down next to him. “Its not like anyone is going to see it.”
Patrick’s eyes are wide. “What if they do find it?”
I shrug. “Fuck them.”
“That’s right. We won’t care,” says Patrick. He is more reassuring himself of this, but he seems calm. He giggles at absolutely nothing.
I reach out and hit the record button on the camera.
“So, Patrick, why do you love me?”
Patrick ponders this thought for a moment. Then he comes back with a giggly response. “Because you’re so darn cute.”
Mocking fake hurt, I ask him “Is that the only reason?”
He shocks me by having a completely straight face when he says “Pretty much, yeah.”
I slap him on the arm, too which he lets out an “ouch.”
“That,” I tell him, “is what you get for not having lots of wonderful reasons for loving me.”
“Well, isn’t the fact that you’re cute enough?”
“No.”
“Well,” Patrick confesses, “you are a really great person. Very loyal. Very smart. Very perfect.”
His words warmed my heart. I have a big-ass grin on my face. “That’s more like it.” I kiss him on the cheek.
Patrick is seriously blushing now, but he has a smile on his face. “Alright. Why do you love me?”
“Well, it’s not because you’re cute-“
“Hey!”
“-even though you are. Its because you are my best friend in the world. You know me so well.””
His reaction is what I expected, a giggle. He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me into a hug. “Awww. Thanks.”
Its reasons like that, the simple hug, that make me love him even more. It’s the way he smiles that dorky smile. It’s the singing voice that makes everyone swoon, even me. Its his adorable clueless-ness.
“What do we do now?” Patrick asks, breaking my loving thoughts.
I stand up and make a move to turn of the camera “Hmm?”
“We’ve got like another twenty-five minutes left on the tape.”
I think for a second before hitting the record button again. “Lets see if we can beat Paris’ video sales.”
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A bunch of people want me to do a sequel, so should I?