Karma
Title : Karma
Summary : How many times can you meet one person?
Author :
musictoyourlips
Rating : PG
Patrick meets Pete on a beach near San Francisco. It is a foggy day, and there are very few people on the beach. Patrick is there taking pictures for his book of nature photography, of which he has finished five pages. Pete is there with his fiancée, a lovely woman named Chloe, getting his heart broken for exactly the third and a half time (the half was in seventh grade when Lena Miller said she would go to the dance with him, but really went with Grant Peterson, so he doesn’t count that as a full heartbreaking).
Patrick sets up immediately upon reaching the beach. He just got off the phone with his publisher, and they “need to see some progress dammit! We’re not paying you to go off gallivanting in the wilderness without some damn good photos!” He is hoping there will be sea lions out on the rocks today. He ends up putting his tripod on a slightly precarious looking overhang that gives him an excellent view of the rocks the sea lions frequently lounge on.
Pete walks down the beach with his head down, his hood up, and a rock weighing down each of his pockets (one from Chloe, one from the beach). He fingers the rock from the beach thoughtfully as he makes his way down the sand. Occasionally he will pass another person, but they ignore one another respectfully.
Pete continues his meandering path down the beach, never lifting his head as one or two people pass by. His head snaps up when he hears a faint cry of what sounds like distress, but he immediately dismisses it. When he hears it again, he begins to walk towards the cries. What he sees is Patrick (only he will not know it is Patrick until later) lying on the ground, with his camera held in a viselike grip to his chest. His ankle is twisted at an unnatural angle to his leg and he is struggling to get up with one arm. He refuses to let go of his camera. “No, can’t let go! I have to finish. The sea lions. I had a perfect shot of the baby, and then I slipped,” the words come tumbling out of his mouth in a mess of syllables. He looks at Pete. “Who are you?” he asks, clutching the camera even more protectively to his chest. “I’m Pete,” he replies, as gently as he can, given the fact that he’s straining with most of his weight to get Patrick upright. “What’s your name?” “Patrick.”
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Pete meets Patrick in Starbucks, which is strange, given that Patrick isn’t one to frequent Starbucks. If one was going to be more specific, it is a Starbucks located in a Borders, which clears things up a bit. Pete visits Starbucks daily to get his caffeine fix, and he can’t get his coffee anywhere else, because, as he puts it, “I am a baby.” Patrick visits Borders to browse through the music selection, only leaving when he’s pulled away by force.
Pete doesn’t usually come to this particular Starbucks, but the one near his house is on a road that’s under construction, so he came here today instead. He sips carefully at his Caramel Macchiato, walking over to the magazine rack and looking through the music magazines.
Patrick is just almost done listening to a sample of Nat King Cole’s “Almost Like Being In Love” and getting ready to look for the new Otis Redding collection that just came in, when Joe calls his name. “Patrick!” Joe is his hyperactive best friend, always thinking up new schemes and dragging Patrick along with him. Currently, he is dragging Patrick by his arm towards the magazine racks that separate the rest of the store from Starbucks. He walks up to a tan, tattooed man (wearing eyeliner, girls’ pants, and a hoodie, Patrick’s mind quickly adds), saying in a jovial voice used when greeting someone known, but not very well, “Hey Pete, this is Patrick. You know, the guy I was telling you about? With the great voice?” He subtly nudges Patrick forward, whispering, “Shake his hand.” Patrick does. It’s not an amazing handshake, and it doesn’t tell him that he’ll spend the rest of his life getting to know Pete (eyeliner, girls’ pants, hoodie wearing Pete), but he does blush a little and say, “Hi, I’m Patrick.” Pete simply smiles and says, “Hi, you’re it.”
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Patrick meets Pete (or rather, doesn’t) on tour. It’s Patrick’s first time being away from home, away from his girlfriend, away from everything familiar. Pete is a veteran of living on the road, always saying he’s a wanderer, without a real home.
Patrick has been wandering around this small town they’re doing some show in tonight somewhere in the middle of Iowa (or is it Wisconsin?). He found a local record store that carries rare vinyls, which he’s been slowly paging through, looking for new ones to add to his collection.
Pete walks into a record store and it already sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. He sees the cute drummer kid from their opening band shuffling through the records in the corner and contemplates going over to say hi, but dismisses the idea. He wants to be alone. Alone with the clickety clack sound the CDs make, hitting against each other as he flips through them.
Patrick gets into a daze, and doesn’t realize how long it’s been until Joe, their guitarist, calls him. “Hey, what’s up man?” Patrick tries to keep his voice somewhat quieter out of respect for the guy with his hoody flipped up hunched over the Ms in the Rock section. “Trick, we have soundcheck in like forty five minutes. Where are you?” “I’m at this record store I found. It’s amazing. They have Otis Redding forty fives, dude!” “That’s great. Just make sure you’re back here before we start,” is all Joe says. Patrick brings his purchases up to the register (just one Otis Redding and a Nat King Cole compilation he’s been looking for), sneaking a glance at Hoody Guy. He looks slightly familiar, almost like the bassist for the headlining band, Ignite Your Bones. But what would Pete Wentz be doing all by himself in a hole in the wall record store in some town somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin (or is it Iowa?)? Nah. Patrick walks out, plastic bag in hand, heading for the venue. Pete watches him walk away and continues flipping through the CDs until it is time for him to head back to the venue, arriving “fashionably” late and eliciting groans from his band mates. “Can’t you be on time for once?” “What were you doing all day, anyways?”
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Pete meets Patrick in a small house in suburbia. Pete and Patrick meet each other, and that’s all that matters, really.
Author's Notes : Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on this as I was working on it.sam_i_am_not_2, rosiedoes, megyal, 
psuedonumity, and miss_reed.
Summary : How many times can you meet one person?
Author :
musictoyourlipsRating : PG
Patrick meets Pete on a beach near San Francisco. It is a foggy day, and there are very few people on the beach. Patrick is there taking pictures for his book of nature photography, of which he has finished five pages. Pete is there with his fiancée, a lovely woman named Chloe, getting his heart broken for exactly the third and a half time (the half was in seventh grade when Lena Miller said she would go to the dance with him, but really went with Grant Peterson, so he doesn’t count that as a full heartbreaking).
Patrick sets up immediately upon reaching the beach. He just got off the phone with his publisher, and they “need to see some progress dammit! We’re not paying you to go off gallivanting in the wilderness without some damn good photos!” He is hoping there will be sea lions out on the rocks today. He ends up putting his tripod on a slightly precarious looking overhang that gives him an excellent view of the rocks the sea lions frequently lounge on.
Pete walks down the beach with his head down, his hood up, and a rock weighing down each of his pockets (one from Chloe, one from the beach). He fingers the rock from the beach thoughtfully as he makes his way down the sand. Occasionally he will pass another person, but they ignore one another respectfully.
Pete continues his meandering path down the beach, never lifting his head as one or two people pass by. His head snaps up when he hears a faint cry of what sounds like distress, but he immediately dismisses it. When he hears it again, he begins to walk towards the cries. What he sees is Patrick (only he will not know it is Patrick until later) lying on the ground, with his camera held in a viselike grip to his chest. His ankle is twisted at an unnatural angle to his leg and he is struggling to get up with one arm. He refuses to let go of his camera. “No, can’t let go! I have to finish. The sea lions. I had a perfect shot of the baby, and then I slipped,” the words come tumbling out of his mouth in a mess of syllables. He looks at Pete. “Who are you?” he asks, clutching the camera even more protectively to his chest. “I’m Pete,” he replies, as gently as he can, given the fact that he’s straining with most of his weight to get Patrick upright. “What’s your name?” “Patrick.”
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Pete meets Patrick in Starbucks, which is strange, given that Patrick isn’t one to frequent Starbucks. If one was going to be more specific, it is a Starbucks located in a Borders, which clears things up a bit. Pete visits Starbucks daily to get his caffeine fix, and he can’t get his coffee anywhere else, because, as he puts it, “I am a baby.” Patrick visits Borders to browse through the music selection, only leaving when he’s pulled away by force.
Pete doesn’t usually come to this particular Starbucks, but the one near his house is on a road that’s under construction, so he came here today instead. He sips carefully at his Caramel Macchiato, walking over to the magazine rack and looking through the music magazines.
Patrick is just almost done listening to a sample of Nat King Cole’s “Almost Like Being In Love” and getting ready to look for the new Otis Redding collection that just came in, when Joe calls his name. “Patrick!” Joe is his hyperactive best friend, always thinking up new schemes and dragging Patrick along with him. Currently, he is dragging Patrick by his arm towards the magazine racks that separate the rest of the store from Starbucks. He walks up to a tan, tattooed man (wearing eyeliner, girls’ pants, and a hoodie, Patrick’s mind quickly adds), saying in a jovial voice used when greeting someone known, but not very well, “Hey Pete, this is Patrick. You know, the guy I was telling you about? With the great voice?” He subtly nudges Patrick forward, whispering, “Shake his hand.” Patrick does. It’s not an amazing handshake, and it doesn’t tell him that he’ll spend the rest of his life getting to know Pete (eyeliner, girls’ pants, hoodie wearing Pete), but he does blush a little and say, “Hi, I’m Patrick.” Pete simply smiles and says, “Hi, you’re it.”
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Patrick meets Pete (or rather, doesn’t) on tour. It’s Patrick’s first time being away from home, away from his girlfriend, away from everything familiar. Pete is a veteran of living on the road, always saying he’s a wanderer, without a real home.
Patrick has been wandering around this small town they’re doing some show in tonight somewhere in the middle of Iowa (or is it Wisconsin?). He found a local record store that carries rare vinyls, which he’s been slowly paging through, looking for new ones to add to his collection.
Pete walks into a record store and it already sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. He sees the cute drummer kid from their opening band shuffling through the records in the corner and contemplates going over to say hi, but dismisses the idea. He wants to be alone. Alone with the clickety clack sound the CDs make, hitting against each other as he flips through them.
Patrick gets into a daze, and doesn’t realize how long it’s been until Joe, their guitarist, calls him. “Hey, what’s up man?” Patrick tries to keep his voice somewhat quieter out of respect for the guy with his hoody flipped up hunched over the Ms in the Rock section. “Trick, we have soundcheck in like forty five minutes. Where are you?” “I’m at this record store I found. It’s amazing. They have Otis Redding forty fives, dude!” “That’s great. Just make sure you’re back here before we start,” is all Joe says. Patrick brings his purchases up to the register (just one Otis Redding and a Nat King Cole compilation he’s been looking for), sneaking a glance at Hoody Guy. He looks slightly familiar, almost like the bassist for the headlining band, Ignite Your Bones. But what would Pete Wentz be doing all by himself in a hole in the wall record store in some town somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin (or is it Iowa?)? Nah. Patrick walks out, plastic bag in hand, heading for the venue. Pete watches him walk away and continues flipping through the CDs until it is time for him to head back to the venue, arriving “fashionably” late and eliciting groans from his band mates. “Can’t you be on time for once?” “What were you doing all day, anyways?”
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Pete meets Patrick in a small house in suburbia. Pete and Patrick meet each other, and that’s all that matters, really.
Author's Notes : Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback on this as I was working on it.
sam_i_am_not_2, rosiedoes, megyal, psuedonumity, and miss_reed.