Truck Stop and Lightning Underwear
Title: Truck Stops and Lightning Underwear
Author:
secularsaint;;Katie
Rating: PG-13;;cussing.
Summary: Pete and Patrick having friendly conversation while they wait for the bus to be fixed.
Disclaimer: My brain supplies the words and my fingers type them.
Author Notes: Probably the shortest thing I've ever written. Just under 400 words. Written because I'm eating thai noodles and I got the sunburn from hell today.
"Dude, I can't believe you're fucking eating that."
"Why? You want some? It's tasty." Pete slurped up some Thai noodles.
"No I don't want any, it looks like tapeworms swimming in piss, with like...bits of fucking vegetables in it."
Pete licked his spoon, "Um, no. It's like...rice noodles swimming in the fucking elixir from heaven. It's amazingly tasty."
Patrick shook his head, "Fuck it. You win, I don't care anymore. One question though," Patrick looked around. "Why are we sitting at a truck stop in this fucking heat?"
"Because I fucking feel like it. Besides, I'm comfy."
Patrick squirmed in his plastic chair and rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'm enjoying the looks those truckers are throwing us. But, why didn't we just sit inside with Joe and Andy while the bus is getting repaired?"
Pete laughed, "Cause I fucking wanna show off these amazingly rad shoes. Seriously, they're yellow. They have lightning bolts on them. They fucking match my underwear." Pete pulled his shirt up to show off his red underwear with neon lighting bolts printed on them.
"Fuck, Pete." Patrick sounded exasperated, "Where did you find those?"
"E-bay, where else?"
"Wait- so you're fucking wearing some other guy's underwear?"
"No, actually, I think they belonged to a chick."
"Ugh, that's it, they could have like, fucking herpes on them. That's sick. I'm fucking going inside." Patrick got up to leave.
"Aw, why?"
"Because you're eating tapeworms, wearing girl's underwear, and I'm fucking getting a God-damned sunburn."
"Dude, no you're not. You're tanning."
"Um no, there's a difference between attractively dark and fucking lobster red." Patrick sat back down anyways, convincing himself he was too tired to walk the 100 yards to the repair shop.
Pete laughed, "Am I attractively dark?"
Patrick smiled, "I wouldn't say attractive."
Pete scrunched up his face, "Fuck you."
Patrick smiled, "You already did once today, but maybe later." Patrick got up and walked off to the repair shop, searching for a coke machine. Pete was left eating his soup by himself and grinning. After a moment or so, he got up, left his soup, and went to pin Patrick up against a wall.
Author:
secularsaint;;KatieRating: PG-13;;cussing.
Summary: Pete and Patrick having friendly conversation while they wait for the bus to be fixed.
Disclaimer: My brain supplies the words and my fingers type them.
Author Notes: Probably the shortest thing I've ever written. Just under 400 words. Written because I'm eating thai noodles and I got the sunburn from hell today.
"Dude, I can't believe you're fucking eating that."
"Why? You want some? It's tasty." Pete slurped up some Thai noodles.
"No I don't want any, it looks like tapeworms swimming in piss, with like...bits of fucking vegetables in it."
Pete licked his spoon, "Um, no. It's like...rice noodles swimming in the fucking elixir from heaven. It's amazingly tasty."
Patrick shook his head, "Fuck it. You win, I don't care anymore. One question though," Patrick looked around. "Why are we sitting at a truck stop in this fucking heat?"
"Because I fucking feel like it. Besides, I'm comfy."
Patrick squirmed in his plastic chair and rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'm enjoying the looks those truckers are throwing us. But, why didn't we just sit inside with Joe and Andy while the bus is getting repaired?"
Pete laughed, "Cause I fucking wanna show off these amazingly rad shoes. Seriously, they're yellow. They have lightning bolts on them. They fucking match my underwear." Pete pulled his shirt up to show off his red underwear with neon lighting bolts printed on them.
"Fuck, Pete." Patrick sounded exasperated, "Where did you find those?"
"E-bay, where else?"
"Wait- so you're fucking wearing some other guy's underwear?"
"No, actually, I think they belonged to a chick."
"Ugh, that's it, they could have like, fucking herpes on them. That's sick. I'm fucking going inside." Patrick got up to leave.
"Aw, why?"
"Because you're eating tapeworms, wearing girl's underwear, and I'm fucking getting a God-damned sunburn."
"Dude, no you're not. You're tanning."
"Um no, there's a difference between attractively dark and fucking lobster red." Patrick sat back down anyways, convincing himself he was too tired to walk the 100 yards to the repair shop.
Pete laughed, "Am I attractively dark?"
Patrick smiled, "I wouldn't say attractive."
Pete scrunched up his face, "Fuck you."
Patrick smiled, "You already did once today, but maybe later." Patrick got up and walked off to the repair shop, searching for a coke machine. Pete was left eating his soup by himself and grinning. After a moment or so, he got up, left his soup, and went to pin Patrick up against a wall.