The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block) (4/?)
Title: The World's Not Waiting (For Two Tired Lovers In A Crummy-Ass Apartment Block)
Rating: T
past chapters:
3/2/1
Disclaimer: it's all true.... in the Matrix O.o
Beta:
xdearlin
Rating: T
past chapters:
3/2/1
Disclaimer: it's all true.... in the Matrix O.o
Beta:
xdearlin"Why are you alive?!" Patrick whined. "It's eight AM on a Saturday!!"
"I'm bored!!" Pete whined back. "And I had lots and lots and lots of coffee!!"
"Why?" Patrick asked.
"Experiment." Pete shrugged.
"What kind of experiment?"
"I wanted to see if I drank loads of coffee, I’d get so nuts I’d loop right around back to being tired again..."
Patrick shook his head in disappointment.
"People like you shouldn't be left on their own..." he sighed and opened his front door wide so Pete could get in. "Come on then."
Pete looked Patrick up and down and started giggling.
"What?" Patrick yawned.
"You're wearing PJs!!!!" Pete exclaimed excitedly and jumped on Patrick. "With little musical notes on them!"
Patrick went bright pink and ushered a giggling Pete into his house quickly.
"Weirdo..." he thought and dragged himself into his house with Pete on his back.
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"Why do you wear PJs Patrick?" Pete asked.
"I dunno." Patrick shrugged. "They're cool."
"Wouldn't it be really uncomfortable to sleep in?" Pete asked again.
"Nope." Patrick shrugged.
"I don't wear anything to bed." Pete commented. Patrick blushed and took interest in his feet all of a sudden.
"Absolutely nothing. Gets cold though..." Pete continued.
"Uh, that's nice to know Pete." Patrick said quietly. Pete blinked at Patrick like a curious child and poked his hat.
"Did you wear that to bed?" he asked.
"No..." Patrick sighed.
"How many hats do you have?"
"Like 20."
"Why?"
"I like hats."
Pete sat silently for a few seconds, bobbing up and down.
"Are they all different colours and makes?" he asked Patrick.
"Well..." Patrick began to think but Pete interrupted.
"Or do you have a few doubles or what? That sounds like Pokemon cards or something... I remember those! They were fun. Like your hats, they're fun to poke! Do you have a new era hat? Travis has one and it's fun to poke. Plus they're gangster. Are you gangster Patrick? You don't look very gangster..."
"Pete, dude, shut up." Patrick laughed but Pete carried on.
"...Travis is gangster, but that's coz he's tall and black. Plus he can rap and he steals shit off me. Half his t-shirts are mine, but he's gangster so it's to be expected. He called me gangster once but he was drunk. He's drunk a lot... Are you in the mafia Patrick? You must be if you're a gangster. Does that mean you wear Armani suits? Shit, how can you afford an Armani suit if you can barely afford pizza?!"
"Pete, shut the hell up." Patrick said a little more seriously, but Pete continued.
"You should think about that the next time you buy an Armani suit. Are you Italian Patrick? ’Cause Joe told me he thinks you‘re Irish. let‘s call you Paddy!!! I like the name Paddy… You must be Italian though, if you're in the mafia. And If I find a horse head in my bed I'll know what you're doing man. I've seen gangster movies! I'm watching you like a hawk. I'll be all over you like a bad stink man. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third is onto you. Dude that sounds so ominous... See, I just pull these one-liners out of the air, ’cause I’ve got my head in the game. Let's start singing high school musical!!!"
"NO!!!" Patrick yelled. "No, Jesus Christ, no way man!!"
"Sheesh..." Pete scoffed. “Calm down.”
Patrick put his hand on his forehead and let out a sigh of frustration.
"Ok," Patrick said through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna go take a shower, and I’ll be back in a little while."
"Yeah, you should." Pete agreed. "You need to calm down. You look all wound up..."
"Gee," Patrick growled quietly. "I wonder why that might be?" and he walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Pete grinned broadly.
"That was funny." he said to himself and began hunting for Patrick's television remote.
Pete could suddenly hear Patrick singing from the shower. Checkmarks by The Academy Is...
William could melt hearts, there was no doubt about that, but Patrick...he was amazing.
Pete found his legs walking him closer and closer to the bathroom door until he was pressed up against it, listening intently. Those four whispered lines,
"You get me out of the rain, get me out of my clothes, hope I don't make a sound, you hope that nobody knows."
Shit.
Pete sank down to the ground and sat by the door. He looked down to see if his stomach had disappeared like he felt it had.
Double shit.
He was hard.
"Uh, Patrick?" Pete called weakly through the bathroom door.
"Yeah, man?" Patrick called back.
"I’ve, uh, got to go home." Pete said. "See you later yeah?"
"Yeah sure. See you."
And with that, Pete bolted for the door.
Xxx
"What is the secret password?" Andy asked through the intercom.
"Star Wars owns my soul." Patrick replied.
"...You may pass." Andy said and opened the gate for Patrick.
Andrew Hurley. Although Patrick rejected all claims of Andy being smarter than him, Andy was the wisest guy he knew. Sure he spent a lot of him time reading comic books, playing video games, drumming, watching TV, and cooking up conspiracy theories, but the amount of facts he knew about the world was amazing. He was the best guy to come to for advice at any time.
Andy lived on the top floor and the elevator in his apartment block was always broken. As Patrick traipsed up the long staircase he swore Andy chose his house just to piss him off.
"The door's open." Andy called when Patrick got up the stairs. Patrick walked into Andy's apartment and sat next to Andy who was busy playing Dead or Alive 3.
"I'll talk to you in a sec," Andy said, still focusing on the screen. "I just gotta beat this... AH! Goddamn it!! That's the third time I’ve lost."
"You looked pretty close that time dude." Patrick shrugged. Andy sighed and turned to Patrick.
"So, who is he and what have you done?" he asked.
"Why do you always assume it's about a guy?" Patrick snapped.
"Is it?" Andy asked. Patrick looked at his feet and blushed.
"...Yeah..."
"See?" Andy said triumphantly. "So, who is he?"
"A friend of Joe's." Patrick said quietly. "You don't know him."
"So what, you like him right?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, but..." Patrick started.
"But what?" Andy asked.
"... He has a girlfriend."
Andy's eyes flicked up to look straight at Patrick.
"He's bi at least, right?" he said worriedly.
"... No." Patrick said ashamedly. Andy let out a growl of frustration and put his head in his hands.
"Of all the guys you could fall for..." he sighed. ”A straight guy??"
"I know, I know..." Patrick groaned. "I'm an idiot. I couldn't help it!"
"You're not being fair on yourself Pat." Andy sighed. "What's so special about this guy anyway?"
"I've never clicked with someone so fast," Patrick said, slightly dreamily. "He's hilarious, he's complicated, a real weirdo, he changes his mood every five seconds, he's a poet, he's nothing short of hot, he hates his girlfriend and... I don’t know. He's like, everything but, still an ordinary guy at the same time."
"Shit," Andy said in disbelief. "You love this guy don't you?"
"Uh, no comment." Patrick blushed. Love was a bit of a strong word, but he couldn't exactly argue.
"I don’t know what to say man," Andy shrugged. "How did it start?"
"I met him two weeks ago. Even before they'd left my house they were arguing. Him and his girlfriend Kirsten. God, she's a bitch... She's really up herself because her dad owns Pete's record label. That's his name by the way, Pete.
"We spend a lot of time together, especially when he wants to get away from her and I help him with stuff like he nearly broke his two years without a cigarette last week..."
Andy listened to the way Patrick talked about his relationship with Pete. Justifying the way he was worsening this guy's relationship with his girlfriend making him ignore their problems and not face them. The way Pete and Patrick acted together sounded... Patrick described it as brotherly. Andy saw it as further than that, he was feeding his own empty hopes, and Andy told him just that.
"You really aren't being fair on yourself, pining over this guy when you and I both know nothing will come of it right?" he said firmly.
Patrick looked at his feet and said nothing. Andy knew that Patrick knew he was right.
"So what you're going to do is, try and get over this yeah?" Andy said kindly. "Take your mind off this, Pete dude."
"Uh, how?" Patrick asked.
"I don't know!" Andy exclaimed. "Take up knitting, watch TV, learn a language, sleep, get drunk, have sex, get an STD... wait, don't do the last one... But at least, try something."
Patrick was unsure.
"Come on man," Andy said, "It's better than hurting yourself like this isn't it?”
“I hate the way my mind works…” Patrick sighed. “False hope sucks.”
“It’s times like this, I'd wish I was the terminator.” Andy sighed.
“What?!” Patrick asked.
“You know,” Andy explained. "No feelings, no emotional ties..."
"Psssshh, you and I both know he was soo attached to John Connor." Patrick disagreed.
"Nah, it was just the best way to complete his mission." Andy corrected him.
"John Connor and him had something going on and you know it." Patrick insisted.
"The Terminator is not gay Patrick." Andy sighed.
"How do you know?" Patrick asked
"He's a robot!!! No feelings!"
"Robots have feelings!"
"No they don't!"
"What about Sonny from I Robot?"
Andy shook his head.
"That was a Will Smith movie. Enough said." he said.
"What about Men in Black?!" Patrick argued.
"What about Hitch?" Andy argued back. Patrick opened his mouth to say something and then faltered.
"True..." he admitted finally and lowered his head in defeat. Andy put his hand on Patrick's shoulder and said sympathetically,
"Fear not grasshopper. One day you will learn not to challenge the master."
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