The Boyfriend List *preview*
The Boyfriend List
Pairing: Peter/Patrick "Peterick" *FOB Fandom*
Author:
teddys_girlxx / April.
Summary: Pete's good at making lists, being a camera whore, and taking pills. He's not great at going back down memory lane and wondering how the hell he got there.
"Uhm no, I'm as okay as Gabriella was in High School Musical when like, she heard Troy saying she was " just a girl"
Disclaimer: Ha. If I owned them, you think I'd be out of bed? Heckkk nah. this thing is loosely based around the template of E.Lockhart's Boyfriendlist and The Boy Book. And let's pretend Mikey and Alicia just got engaged. (happyweddingtothem, though. haha)
Authors note: Whoaa baby! First slash (lol. no not really, but I don't count that drabble I wrote way back as a fic) and well, I'm young and naive. Every chapter (if you guys want me to continue) will tell the story of that person's relationship with Pete, and how Patrick has always been there to help him back up when he falls. And I have no beta, someone help me please!
Patrick shuffled into the hallway of the tour bus, surprised to see Pete's bunk empty. He usually slept in until three p.m. and it was only noon. He shrugged it off and figured he was probably hanging in the upper level of the bus, either texting/IM-ing or down-right begging Jeanae for 'One more night, just one, please?' He was an emotional wreck these days-Peter, not Patrick. Because unlike Peter, Patrick slept like a baby at night, curled into his mickey mouse sheets and sucking on his thumb, stuffed Good Luck Carebear cuddled into his chest ("It has a shamrock! Like for St. Patrick's! Get it?!" He'd exclaimed to Andy when he realized everyone was looking at him.) while Pete stared at the bottom of Joe's bunk atop of his, occasionally kicking it to hear the Jew squeak back with a 'Stooooooooooooooop it!' and then take out his sidekick, IM-ing anyone online (except well, Alicia and Mikey, because really. They were the reason he had to go to therapy and write his stupid homework in the first place.) Homework. Ahh-yes, that's what this story's about. I'll let Peter tell you that part.
**
Peter's Pov.
Boy(and Girl)friendlist.
* Remember, add one night stands, and friends with *benefits* aswell.
Morgan (but only for like, a month.)
Jeanae (but that's kind of old.)
Mikey
Chris (But I don't want to talk about it.)
Alicia
Patrick (I wish.)
Troy Bolton (Dreams count, right? Righty-o.)
Ryan
Jon (we were both really bored, though.)
That guy from Simple Plan.
Jeremy Vacant. (but that wasn't real.)
**
Okay so, I was sleeping in my bunk, right? Right. And then my phone rings, so I answer. And it's Alicia. Her voice is all squeaky and tired and happy and scared at the same time. So I figure A) Someone got shot, B) She's pregnant, and/or C) Mikey left her for Ray. And what do you know? I was wrong. Pfft. "HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!" And ow, my eardrum was popped. Seriously, when you've got some Scene Queen reject (who is also your ex, and you remember her screaming other things out, but those were the ones you wanted to hear.) screaming into your ear about being engaged to another one of your exes (hey, 2005 was a pretty-pretty good year for me, alright? Alright.) it kind of puts a damper on your party. Err, not like I was at a party. 'Cause I was in bed,...on the phone. Yup, that's what I was doing.
So after that, It was kind of wierd, you know? All of the internet (or Livejournal anways,) seemed to be betting on how long until I break the two up. I myself guessed about three months. But knowing me, it's more likely to be three hours. And that night, I didn't mean to over-dose on aspirin.I didn't even know I was taking the stuff, it was just like "Oh hey, look some pills!" and before you know it, I'm out cold on the floor and when I wake-up I've got some big tall tan guy staring at me like 'You okay, kid?' and it's like: "Uhm no, I'm as okay as Gabriella was in High School Musical when like, she heard Troy saying she was 'just a girl.' " and Yeah I watched High School Musical. And yeah, I loved it. Ryan reminds me of my Patrick, you know. The funny hat thing. And how clueless he is. I guess that makes me Sharpay. The camera-slash-attention whore. That's cool. I see Andy as Mrs. Darbus. Strict and such. And Joe? He'd be that skater kid that goes: "A saw?!" and the other kid replies, "No dude! It's like a big violin!" Because he's a stoner, and I think that kid was one too. So back to what I was saying, I was explaining the concept of Troy-ella to the big dude when all of a sudden, Joe and Andy grab me and I'm four feet off the ground with my butt hanging down like the Baby Got Back remix or whatever and Patrick's mumbling something about "therapy because we're really worried about you, Pete! You need to express your feelings a little more, so this therapist chick is gonna help." and then he breathed on his glasses and rubbed them on the navy cloth of his hoodie. He slipped them back on and they dropped me onto a futon in a small office, it was kind of dark. Like someone was gonna jump out from behind the desk and give me a surprise party or something, so I prepared myself for some nice chocolate cake and waited for the party to start.
ahh, so...continue or no?
Pairing: Peter/Patrick "Peterick" *FOB Fandom*
Author:
teddys_girlxx / April.Summary: Pete's good at making lists, being a camera whore, and taking pills. He's not great at going back down memory lane and wondering how the hell he got there.
"Uhm no, I'm as okay as Gabriella was in High School Musical when like, she heard Troy saying she was " just a girl"
Disclaimer: Ha. If I owned them, you think I'd be out of bed? Heckkk nah. this thing is loosely based around the template of E.Lockhart's Boyfriendlist and The Boy Book. And let's pretend Mikey and Alicia just got engaged. (happyweddingtothem, though. haha)
Authors note: Whoaa baby! First slash (lol. no not really, but I don't count that drabble I wrote way back as a fic) and well, I'm young and naive. Every chapter (if you guys want me to continue) will tell the story of that person's relationship with Pete, and how Patrick has always been there to help him back up when he falls. And I have no beta, someone help me please!
Patrick shuffled into the hallway of the tour bus, surprised to see Pete's bunk empty. He usually slept in until three p.m. and it was only noon. He shrugged it off and figured he was probably hanging in the upper level of the bus, either texting/IM-ing or down-right begging Jeanae for 'One more night, just one, please?' He was an emotional wreck these days-Peter, not Patrick. Because unlike Peter, Patrick slept like a baby at night, curled into his mickey mouse sheets and sucking on his thumb, stuffed Good Luck Carebear cuddled into his chest ("It has a shamrock! Like for St. Patrick's! Get it?!" He'd exclaimed to Andy when he realized everyone was looking at him.) while Pete stared at the bottom of Joe's bunk atop of his, occasionally kicking it to hear the Jew squeak back with a 'Stooooooooooooooop it!' and then take out his sidekick, IM-ing anyone online (except well, Alicia and Mikey, because really. They were the reason he had to go to therapy and write his stupid homework in the first place.) Homework. Ahh-yes, that's what this story's about. I'll let Peter tell you that part.
**
Peter's Pov.
Boy(and Girl)friendlist.
* Remember, add one night stands, and friends with *benefits* aswell.
Morgan (but only for like, a month.)
Jeanae (but that's kind of old.)
Mikey
Chris (But I don't want to talk about it.)
Alicia
Patrick (I wish.)
Troy Bolton (Dreams count, right? Righty-o.)
Ryan
Jon (we were both really bored, though.)
That guy from Simple Plan.
Jeremy Vacant. (but that wasn't real.)
**
Okay so, I was sleeping in my bunk, right? Right. And then my phone rings, so I answer. And it's Alicia. Her voice is all squeaky and tired and happy and scared at the same time. So I figure A) Someone got shot, B) She's pregnant, and/or C) Mikey left her for Ray. And what do you know? I was wrong. Pfft. "HE ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM!" And ow, my eardrum was popped. Seriously, when you've got some Scene Queen reject (who is also your ex, and you remember her screaming other things out, but those were the ones you wanted to hear.) screaming into your ear about being engaged to another one of your exes (hey, 2005 was a pretty-pretty good year for me, alright? Alright.) it kind of puts a damper on your party. Err, not like I was at a party. 'Cause I was in bed,...on the phone. Yup, that's what I was doing.
So after that, It was kind of wierd, you know? All of the internet (or Livejournal anways,) seemed to be betting on how long until I break the two up. I myself guessed about three months. But knowing me, it's more likely to be three hours. And that night, I didn't mean to over-dose on aspirin.I didn't even know I was taking the stuff, it was just like "Oh hey, look some pills!" and before you know it, I'm out cold on the floor and when I wake-up I've got some big tall tan guy staring at me like 'You okay, kid?' and it's like: "Uhm no, I'm as okay as Gabriella was in High School Musical when like, she heard Troy saying she was 'just a girl.' " and Yeah I watched High School Musical. And yeah, I loved it. Ryan reminds me of my Patrick, you know. The funny hat thing. And how clueless he is. I guess that makes me Sharpay. The camera-slash-attention whore. That's cool. I see Andy as Mrs. Darbus. Strict and such. And Joe? He'd be that skater kid that goes: "A saw?!" and the other kid replies, "No dude! It's like a big violin!" Because he's a stoner, and I think that kid was one too. So back to what I was saying, I was explaining the concept of Troy-ella to the big dude when all of a sudden, Joe and Andy grab me and I'm four feet off the ground with my butt hanging down like the Baby Got Back remix or whatever and Patrick's mumbling something about "therapy because we're really worried about you, Pete! You need to express your feelings a little more, so this therapist chick is gonna help." and then he breathed on his glasses and rubbed them on the navy cloth of his hoodie. He slipped them back on and they dropped me onto a futon in a small office, it was kind of dark. Like someone was gonna jump out from behind the desk and give me a surprise party or something, so I prepared myself for some nice chocolate cake and waited for the party to start.
ahh, so...continue or no?