thanks for the memories
Title :Thanks for the memories
Summary :song fic off "thnks fr th mmrs", patrick writes an email to an
ex(we're gonna name her..."andrea")
Author: loserface135, or kara works too
Rating : g or pg, I don't know
Author's Notes: first song-fic and first post to here, sorry for
shortness, I guess it could be called a longish drabble
Andrea
I see you've sunk your poison claws into another boy, I keep on getting
these emails of
"Sh3 lyks m3 50 much b344a 4h3n u"
Ouch, my feelings. I think I probably would have been more threatened
if he wasn't typing in leet.
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
The emails have told me you like boys with bad grammar. I've evicted
you from under my skin and I don't love you anymore. There's no way he
can get me jealous. You'll just have to deal. Those scene boys that you
drag into your bed are going to forget about you before the sheets go
cold. No pick-up line or bend and snap you pull on them is going to make
them think of you as anything more than a notch in their studded belts.
Most of the one's you find would do you and dump you without batting a
mascara coated eyelash.
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood
I've also gotten your drunken notes from when you miss the "good old
times".
Those weren't good, you weren't the one waiting until three am to see
you stumbling in with your shirt half way off and some random boy
holding you up.
They especially weren't good when I'd have to wake up to your liquor
soaked lips pressed against mine while you tried to pull down my pants,
the times when you couldn't find someone at the local bar. I've thought
of missing you, then I remember those times. They'll be a story to
bring up about the crazy years we had in our early twenties, and nothing
more.
No more pages added to the old scrapbook you kept of us and threw at me
when I broke up with you.
No more quiet nights when you actually stayed sober.
I've moved on and you have too.
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
I'm never going to bend myself until I break to pretend that it was
just a phase of yours. I'll never have to worry about looking to see who
someone I love has brought in for a useless one night stand. I've found
someone that reminds me of you, but never has the stench of liquor on
them and has been there for me all along.
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
Thanks for the memories, darling. Even though they weren't so great.
-Patrick
"Hey Trick" Pete sauntered in and threw his arms over the computer
chair, kissing Patrick on the cheek. "What'cha doin?"
"Just writing a quick email." Patrick skimmed over the letter quickly
and hit the send button, turning around to pull Pete into his lap. Pete
smiled and pressed his lips to Patrick's quickly.
"Wanna go out to dinner tonight?" Pete asked, bouncing up and down in
Patrick's lap.
"Um.." Patrick looked back at the screen when he heard the small
'message sent' noise and smiled. "Sure". Pete pulled the shorter boy out of
the computer room and into the bedroom, giggling as Patrick pressed
against Pete and kissed his neck.
As Patrick stepped over to his closet, Pete could have sworn he heard
Patrick singing 'thanks for the memories' under his breath.
so, yeah, that's it. Good? Bad? Fergalicious? I want feedback!
Summary :song fic off "thnks fr th mmrs", patrick writes an email to an
ex(we're gonna name her..."andrea")
Author: loserface135, or kara works too
Rating : g or pg, I don't know
Author's Notes: first song-fic and first post to here, sorry for
shortness, I guess it could be called a longish drabble
I see you've sunk your poison claws into another boy, I keep on getting
these emails of
"Sh3 lyks m3 50 much b344a 4h3n u"
Ouch, my feelings. I think I probably would have been more threatened
if he wasn't typing in leet.
If that's the worst you got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
The emails have told me you like boys with bad grammar. I've evicted
you from under my skin and I don't love you anymore. There's no way he
can get me jealous. You'll just have to deal. Those scene boys that you
drag into your bed are going to forget about you before the sheets go
cold. No pick-up line or bend and snap you pull on them is going to make
them think of you as anything more than a notch in their studded belts.
Most of the one's you find would do you and dump you without batting a
mascara coated eyelash.
In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood
I've also gotten your drunken notes from when you miss the "good old
times".
Those weren't good, you weren't the one waiting until three am to see
you stumbling in with your shirt half way off and some random boy
holding you up.
They especially weren't good when I'd have to wake up to your liquor
soaked lips pressed against mine while you tried to pull down my pants,
the times when you couldn't find someone at the local bar. I've thought
of missing you, then I remember those times. They'll be a story to
bring up about the crazy years we had in our early twenties, and nothing
more.
No more pages added to the old scrapbook you kept of us and threw at me
when I broke up with you.
No more quiet nights when you actually stayed sober.
I've moved on and you have too.
Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
I'm never going to bend myself until I break to pretend that it was
just a phase of yours. I'll never have to worry about looking to see who
someone I love has brought in for a useless one night stand. I've found
someone that reminds me of you, but never has the stench of liquor on
them and has been there for me all along.
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
Thanks for the memories, darling. Even though they weren't so great.
-Patrick
"Hey Trick" Pete sauntered in and threw his arms over the computer
chair, kissing Patrick on the cheek. "What'cha doin?"
"Just writing a quick email." Patrick skimmed over the letter quickly
and hit the send button, turning around to pull Pete into his lap. Pete
smiled and pressed his lips to Patrick's quickly.
"Wanna go out to dinner tonight?" Pete asked, bouncing up and down in
Patrick's lap.
"Um.." Patrick looked back at the screen when he heard the small
'message sent' noise and smiled. "Sure". Pete pulled the shorter boy out of
the computer room and into the bedroom, giggling as Patrick pressed
against Pete and kissed his neck.
As Patrick stepped over to his closet, Pete could have sworn he heard
Patrick singing 'thanks for the memories' under his breath.
so, yeah, that's it. Good? Bad? Fergalicious? I want feedback!