Logos Naki World - Chapter Eight [Unabridged]
Title: Logos Naki World - Chapter Eight [Unabridged]
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/mention of nudity 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: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: There is some incredible
banter between all three wonderful boys. As mentioned above this is
chapter Six unabridged. Because Petrick said so, this chapter ends as
it does. Since it is my birthday, lots of comments would be nice. ^_^
[Flashback]
Patrick and Andy left to rescue Pete.
[End Flashback]
Just a dream. It was just a fucking dream. Nothing happened. Pete’s okay. He has to be okay.
I woke up sweating. My palms felt cold and wet. I didn’t trust the feel
of my palms so I rubbed the back of my hand across my eyes before
threading them through my hair. It didn’t lessen the sweat on my palms,
but it felt better to get the hair out of my face.
There was a knock on the door before Joe stuck his head in, “You wanna freshen up man? You totally dirtied my sheets.”
“Thanks Mr. Sensitivity.”
He grinned at me before pointing over to the chair to which Andy had
fallen asleep in. He looked uncomfortable. Joe just motioned for me to
come on out of the room and not to make any noise. I guess it meant
Andy stayed up all night. After I shut the door he went to the fridge,
opened it and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
“Was he like that all night?” I must have sounded really groggy because Joe just smiled and shook his head at me.
“Dude, Andy was seriously worried about leaving you alone for the night. I think he finally fell asleep around 3 am.”
Juice fell into the cup and splashed around the rim. He bustled about
making breakfast after handing the cup to me. Smelled like ham and
looked like maybe eggs too. Toast maybe with some jam. Mmm, and you
can’t forget coffee. The food group at the top of the pyramid along
with chocolate… and Pete if he were mine.
“3 am? What time IS it?”
“It’s about six now.”
“You’ve been up all night?”
“Actually I’ve had about four hours of sleep after Andy got things situated.”
“Joe, really dude. You outta get more sleep.”
“Don’t lecture me about sleeping habits.” He pointed the spatula at me,
“You know damn well that Pete maybe gets about two hours of sleep in a
week.”
“I’ve been working on that.”
“You aren’t doing your charm thing.”
“You’re the one with the staple of magnets for everything.”
He laughed and broke the eggs into the pan, adding just a little bit of
milk to make them extra fluffy and went about seasoning and scrambling
the hell out of them. And I don’t mean the kind of scramble that
restaurants do where the egg and the yolk are whipped together and it
looks like a one-sided omelet. Joe’s eggs were always better. They
weren’t blah, they were seasoned and broken like a scrambled egg should
be. In pieces. But also with just a little bit of cheese. Mmmm. Andy’s
missing out on the best food by being a veggie.
“Look. Wait till Andy gets up before you decide to go check out the place on the slip of paper that bastard gave you.”
I tried to suppress the shudder that visibly went right down my spine, “Do you know what happened last night?”
“I sure as hell would have loved to repressed that image.”
“That bad?”
“For me it was.”
“Asshole.” I mumbled and took a sip.
“Not wearing sunglasses. It’s too early.”
“Real funny.”
He shrugged and went back to playing with the egg combination with the
spatula, before turning on another burner and bustled about making
Andy’s favorite: Mango Pancakes. Damn he’s good. Or maybe he’s used to
doing this kind of ritual when we’re home for a while. They really DID
smell good.
Then he moved about to the cupboards, pulling out a couple plates and
move to a drawer to pull out a couple forks and knives. I have to admit
he’d make a good roommate. He cooks better than I do. It always feels
like home when he does.
“Mornin’ champ. Juice or coffee?”
All we got was a mumble and a yawn. Oh and a crack from the neck. Next
time he decides to sleep, he should invest in sleeping in a bed. Not on
a chair in that uncomfortable position. I’m the one that sleeps mostly
sitting up if I can.
“Juice it is.”
Well, I scampered over to the little table to sit down and sleeping
beauty stumbled to the other chair. Joe served us up like the waiter he
pretends to be sometimes. When he seemed satisfied with giving us
enough food to make us extra fat - he sat down and ate with us.
“Located where that place is.” Joe mumbled between bits of pancakes and eggs.
There was that awkward silence setting in after that. You know the kind
where you want to say anything just so there’s a bit of noise in the
room. Well… it’s extra weird to just be sitting here, eating and have
pretty much no conversation aside from Joe. I didn’t like uncomfortable
silences much. Andy just needs to wake up more. Then Joe broke it again.
“I want to head down to the station before you guys head out in case there’s trouble.”
“We’ll be fine.” I am far too much of an optimist. This, I know
because Andy teased me about falling in shadow… In the dark of
Moria...Consumed by flame. But it’s better than Pete’s excessive
pessimism.
“Yeah you said that before and look what happened last night…”
Andy just about choked on the pancake he’d stuffed into his mouth a
second ago. I think Andy was giggling at me while Joe just stuffed his
face with more eggs, but it’s hard to tell with how they are sometimes
in the early hours. I uh… I think I was turning red…. everywhere.
Probably beneath my hat, my scalp was probably blushing too.
“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” I mumbled into my glass.
“Even if I’m drowning in the depths of the cold ocean, I’ll never let it go.”
Need I say: ‘I’M GETTING A CHICKEN SANDWICH’? Cause if Andy won’t make fun of him for that, I certainly will for the rest of his life. It’s called pay back ‘BEEEEITCH.’
“That ain’t my fault.” I drawled out and pointed at Joe, after I got
up, “Look, I’m not drugged, I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be back.” I
took a few steps and looked over, “But not before I steal someone’s
clothes cause I ain’t leaving here naked.”
“I dunno, maybe you’d take him by surprise that way.” Andy set down his fork and leaned back. Well well, he IS awake now.
“Andy you’re such a pervert. Why are you my friend? Why can’t I have better friends?”
“ I don’t know. Maybe it’s because Pete threatens to kill them all.”
Yes, Pete is an angry possessive emo kid. That explains things with Hey
Chris - He got better a friend so Pete decided to write angry lyrics
instead of killing him so I’d still be his friend. That also explains
where there’s that unexplained feud between Pete and Gerard. I always
thought it was something about women’s pantyhose… I guess Gerard’s too
good to be my friend.
“There’s a bag somewhere in Andy’s room. I think it’s all the clothes
you and Pete left here the last time you guys crashed here.” Joe got up
and moved the dishes to the sink, “And I think Andy cleaned them so,
yeah…”
“Kay.”
[Now I know
you all want to so desperately see me naked and showering in detail.
The closest you’ll ever come to that is picturing it in your head.
Guess what? That’s all you’ll get to do right now.]
I knew I lost track of time in the shower since Andy’s raked on me that
he thought I slipped and fell. I was in the bathroom for twenty minutes
with nice hot water. I know I say I can take fast showers, but twenty
minutes is not enough time to merit a fall in the shower and be
unconscious. The only reason it really took me that long was because I
couldn’t stop thinking about Pete. If he was okay and stuff like that.
Besides, it was relaxing and a bit lonely. But nevertheless, I was glad
to have it. My skin was free from that guy’s cooties and of course, I
was just all-around clean too.
Clean, dry and dressed – I reek of Pete. Sometimes I think that ‘douse
yourself in cheep perfume’ line really relates to himself and his
cologne. Either that or I’m just so used to his smell, it seems like
even if his clothes are washed the smell of it is still there. But
that’s okay. It’s enough to calm my nerves just a little bit.
“You used my shampoo.”
“Yeah, yours was the only kind in there.”
“Smells good on you.”
“If you tell me that you want to sniff me one more time, I’ll find Joe’s pan again.”
Andy put his hands up in defense. He’s always said that after he smells
herbal essence on any one of us. Now seriously, I know I’m short and a
little chubby, but I’m not Frodo… nor am I hobbit in anyway. He is not
an elf, therefore, he should not sniff me. Only Pete should sniff me…
“You all set?”
“Yeah, we’re good to go.” Andy confirmed, dangling the keys in front of Joe’s face.
“Alrighty then. Give me about ten minutes before you walk out this door.”
“Can it be nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds?” I cheekily replied.
Joe just rolled his eyes at me and headed out. Hmm, What should I do
for ten minutes? I could sniff Pete’s shirt… Or Andy could just drag me
out of here. He never listens to Joe, so why start now?
Chapter Seven
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four B
Chapter Four A
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/mention of nudity 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: the same as the rest of the chapters...
Notes: There is some incredible
banter between all three wonderful boys. As mentioned above this is
chapter Six unabridged. Because Petrick said so, this chapter ends as
it does. Since it is my birthday, lots of comments would be nice. ^_^
[Flashback]
Patrick and Andy left to rescue Pete.
[End Flashback]
Just a dream. It was just a fucking dream. Nothing happened. Pete’s okay. He has to be okay.
I woke up sweating. My palms felt cold and wet. I didn’t trust the feel
of my palms so I rubbed the back of my hand across my eyes before
threading them through my hair. It didn’t lessen the sweat on my palms,
but it felt better to get the hair out of my face.
There was a knock on the door before Joe stuck his head in, “You wanna freshen up man? You totally dirtied my sheets.”
“Thanks Mr. Sensitivity.”
He grinned at me before pointing over to the chair to which Andy had
fallen asleep in. He looked uncomfortable. Joe just motioned for me to
come on out of the room and not to make any noise. I guess it meant
Andy stayed up all night. After I shut the door he went to the fridge,
opened it and pulled out a carton of orange juice.
“Was he like that all night?” I must have sounded really groggy because Joe just smiled and shook his head at me.
“Dude, Andy was seriously worried about leaving you alone for the night. I think he finally fell asleep around 3 am.”
Juice fell into the cup and splashed around the rim. He bustled about
making breakfast after handing the cup to me. Smelled like ham and
looked like maybe eggs too. Toast maybe with some jam. Mmm, and you
can’t forget coffee. The food group at the top of the pyramid along
with chocolate… and Pete if he were mine.
“3 am? What time IS it?”
“It’s about six now.”
“You’ve been up all night?”
“Actually I’ve had about four hours of sleep after Andy got things situated.”
“Joe, really dude. You outta get more sleep.”
“Don’t lecture me about sleeping habits.” He pointed the spatula at me,
“You know damn well that Pete maybe gets about two hours of sleep in a
week.”
“I’ve been working on that.”
“You aren’t doing your charm thing.”
“You’re the one with the staple of magnets for everything.”
He laughed and broke the eggs into the pan, adding just a little bit of
milk to make them extra fluffy and went about seasoning and scrambling
the hell out of them. And I don’t mean the kind of scramble that
restaurants do where the egg and the yolk are whipped together and it
looks like a one-sided omelet. Joe’s eggs were always better. They
weren’t blah, they were seasoned and broken like a scrambled egg should
be. In pieces. But also with just a little bit of cheese. Mmmm. Andy’s
missing out on the best food by being a veggie.
“Look. Wait till Andy gets up before you decide to go check out the place on the slip of paper that bastard gave you.”
I tried to suppress the shudder that visibly went right down my spine, “Do you know what happened last night?”
“I sure as hell would have loved to repressed that image.”
“That bad?”
“For me it was.”
“Asshole.” I mumbled and took a sip.
“Not wearing sunglasses. It’s too early.”
“Real funny.”
He shrugged and went back to playing with the egg combination with the
spatula, before turning on another burner and bustled about making
Andy’s favorite: Mango Pancakes. Damn he’s good. Or maybe he’s used to
doing this kind of ritual when we’re home for a while. They really DID
smell good.
Then he moved about to the cupboards, pulling out a couple plates and
move to a drawer to pull out a couple forks and knives. I have to admit
he’d make a good roommate. He cooks better than I do. It always feels
like home when he does.
“Mornin’ champ. Juice or coffee?”
All we got was a mumble and a yawn. Oh and a crack from the neck. Next
time he decides to sleep, he should invest in sleeping in a bed. Not on
a chair in that uncomfortable position. I’m the one that sleeps mostly
sitting up if I can.
“Juice it is.”
Well, I scampered over to the little table to sit down and sleeping
beauty stumbled to the other chair. Joe served us up like the waiter he
pretends to be sometimes. When he seemed satisfied with giving us
enough food to make us extra fat - he sat down and ate with us.
“Located where that place is.” Joe mumbled between bits of pancakes and eggs.
There was that awkward silence setting in after that. You know the kind
where you want to say anything just so there’s a bit of noise in the
room. Well… it’s extra weird to just be sitting here, eating and have
pretty much no conversation aside from Joe. I didn’t like uncomfortable
silences much. Andy just needs to wake up more. Then Joe broke it again.
“I want to head down to the station before you guys head out in case there’s trouble.”
“We’ll be fine.” I am far too much of an optimist. This, I know
because Andy teased me about falling in shadow… In the dark of
Moria...Consumed by flame. But it’s better than Pete’s excessive
pessimism.
“Yeah you said that before and look what happened last night…”
Andy just about choked on the pancake he’d stuffed into his mouth a
second ago. I think Andy was giggling at me while Joe just stuffed his
face with more eggs, but it’s hard to tell with how they are sometimes
in the early hours. I uh… I think I was turning red…. everywhere.
Probably beneath my hat, my scalp was probably blushing too.
“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” I mumbled into my glass.
“Even if I’m drowning in the depths of the cold ocean, I’ll never let it go.”
Need I say: ‘I’M GETTING A CHICKEN SANDWICH’? Cause if Andy won’t make fun of him for that, I certainly will for the rest of his life. It’s called pay back ‘BEEEEITCH.’
“That ain’t my fault.” I drawled out and pointed at Joe, after I got
up, “Look, I’m not drugged, I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be back.” I
took a few steps and looked over, “But not before I steal someone’s
clothes cause I ain’t leaving here naked.”
“I dunno, maybe you’d take him by surprise that way.” Andy set down his fork and leaned back. Well well, he IS awake now.
“Andy you’re such a pervert. Why are you my friend? Why can’t I have better friends?”
“ I don’t know. Maybe it’s because Pete threatens to kill them all.”
Yes, Pete is an angry possessive emo kid. That explains things with Hey
Chris - He got better a friend so Pete decided to write angry lyrics
instead of killing him so I’d still be his friend. That also explains
where there’s that unexplained feud between Pete and Gerard. I always
thought it was something about women’s pantyhose… I guess Gerard’s too
good to be my friend.
“There’s a bag somewhere in Andy’s room. I think it’s all the clothes
you and Pete left here the last time you guys crashed here.” Joe got up
and moved the dishes to the sink, “And I think Andy cleaned them so,
yeah…”
“Kay.”
[Now I know
you all want to so desperately see me naked and showering in detail.
The closest you’ll ever come to that is picturing it in your head.
Guess what? That’s all you’ll get to do right now.]
I knew I lost track of time in the shower since Andy’s raked on me that
he thought I slipped and fell. I was in the bathroom for twenty minutes
with nice hot water. I know I say I can take fast showers, but twenty
minutes is not enough time to merit a fall in the shower and be
unconscious. The only reason it really took me that long was because I
couldn’t stop thinking about Pete. If he was okay and stuff like that.
Besides, it was relaxing and a bit lonely. But nevertheless, I was glad
to have it. My skin was free from that guy’s cooties and of course, I
was just all-around clean too.
Clean, dry and dressed – I reek of Pete. Sometimes I think that ‘douse
yourself in cheep perfume’ line really relates to himself and his
cologne. Either that or I’m just so used to his smell, it seems like
even if his clothes are washed the smell of it is still there. But
that’s okay. It’s enough to calm my nerves just a little bit.
“You used my shampoo.”
“Yeah, yours was the only kind in there.”
“Smells good on you.”
“If you tell me that you want to sniff me one more time, I’ll find Joe’s pan again.”
Andy put his hands up in defense. He’s always said that after he smells
herbal essence on any one of us. Now seriously, I know I’m short and a
little chubby, but I’m not Frodo… nor am I hobbit in anyway. He is not
an elf, therefore, he should not sniff me. Only Pete should sniff me…
“You all set?”
“Yeah, we’re good to go.” Andy confirmed, dangling the keys in front of Joe’s face.
“Alrighty then. Give me about ten minutes before you walk out this door.”
“Can it be nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds?” I cheekily replied.
Joe just rolled his eyes at me and headed out. Hmm, What should I do
for ten minutes? I could sniff Pete’s shirt… Or Andy could just drag me
out of here. He never listens to Joe, so why start now?
Chapter Seven
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four B
Chapter Four A
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One