"Are you insane?" (driblet)
Title: Are you insane?
Author:
whyamidoing
Rating: PG
Summary: very quick driblet about Pete and Patrick confessing their
feelings.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I would love to own Patrick though.
Author's note: I'm posting this cause it popped in my head and I want
to see if a more focused writer would be inspired to write a longer
fic.
Patrick looked at Pete. He needed to know, once and for all. "Dude,
are you in love with me?" He breathed deeply and fiddled with his
sleeves as he waited for a response. Pete looked at him, incredulous.
"What are you, insane?" Pete threw his hands in the air. "Of course I
am! I am love with everything about you. I love how you bite your lip
when you're thinking about something. I love the way you can't keep
your hands still when you're telling a story. I love the scar on your
eyebrow. I..."
"And I love you," Patrick interrupted. "I love your morning
grumpiness. I love how you will never act your age. I love how you wake me up
in the middle of the night with a new idea, it be for a new song or some
cracked out movie you want to produce."
Pete and Patrick ran to each other, unable to hold back from embracing.
They pulled their heads back to look at one another, then cautiously
touched their lips together.
"Once more, with feeling." Pete whispered, and they kissed more
intensely this time.
"Wait a second, Pete," Patrick cut off potentially the most
mind-blowing make-out session of his life. "What are we going to do about Ashlee
and Kara?" Pete paused a moment, considering their dilemna.
"Is it too much to hope that they become lesbians while they're
consoling each other, fall in love, and live happily ever after?" Pete asked,
deadpan.
Patrick laughed. "Nah, I think that sounds reasonable."
Author:
Rating: PG
Summary: very quick driblet about Pete and Patrick confessing their
feelings.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I would love to own Patrick though.
Author's note: I'm posting this cause it popped in my head and I want
to see if a more focused writer would be inspired to write a longer
fic.
Patrick looked at Pete. He needed to know, once and for all. "Dude,
are you in love with me?" He breathed deeply and fiddled with his
sleeves as he waited for a response. Pete looked at him, incredulous.
"What are you, insane?" Pete threw his hands in the air. "Of course I
am! I am love with everything about you. I love how you bite your lip
when you're thinking about something. I love the way you can't keep
your hands still when you're telling a story. I love the scar on your
eyebrow. I..."
"And I love you," Patrick interrupted. "I love your morning
grumpiness. I love how you will never act your age. I love how you wake me up
in the middle of the night with a new idea, it be for a new song or some
cracked out movie you want to produce."
Pete and Patrick ran to each other, unable to hold back from embracing.
They pulled their heads back to look at one another, then cautiously
touched their lips together.
"Once more, with feeling." Pete whispered, and they kissed more
intensely this time.
"Wait a second, Pete," Patrick cut off potentially the most
mind-blowing make-out session of his life. "What are we going to do about Ashlee
and Kara?" Pete paused a moment, considering their dilemna.
"Is it too much to hope that they become lesbians while they're
consoling each other, fall in love, and live happily ever after?" Pete asked,
deadpan.
Patrick laughed. "Nah, I think that sounds reasonable."
