Shapes
Title: Shapes [1/1]
Author: That would be me.
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Light cursing.
Pairing: Patrick/Pete.
Summary: That was the time that Pete wished he paid attention in Geometry.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, anything, or anywhere. The only thing I own is the plot.
A/N: Not beta’d. Just a little driblet I wrote based on this:
http://www.falloutboyrock.com/falloutboy/blog_detail.php?uf_item_id=3-1634036&uf_system_id=3.
Pete stared at the question. He blinked, then stared at it some more. This continued in a pattern for a while until he really read the question.
What’s your favorite shape?
Mine is a rhombus!
Pete was really wondering who could come up with this. What was his favorite shape? Who cares?! And it’s not like he knew his shapes that much. He scratched his head. That was the time that Pete wished he paid attention in Geometry.
He began thinking anyway. Once asked a question, Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz (III) never backed down. Now it had to be deep, because Pete was a deep person. Deeper than a deep dish pizza.
A circle, a circle would’ve been good. A circle’s never ending, it’s eternal. But Pete didn’t like that, he was one of those people who thought you can have too much of a good thing. He didn’t find anything special about a square or a rectangle, or even a triangle. And what the hell was a rhombus!? He took out a piece of paper. He wrote a list on it, which he would do on the "Young Wild Things Tour".
Things to do when bored on tour:
1. Annoy boyfriend.
2. Find out what the hell a rhombus is.
3. Beat the crap out of Dirty and/or Joe.
As Pete continued to think of an answer, Patrick stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a towel. Right, Patrick needed to take a shower over at Pete’s house because his shower broke somehow.
“Hey,” Patrick said. When Pete didn’t reply, he continued. “What’s up, Peter Panda?”
“This girl sent in this stupid question, asking me like, what my favorite shape was!”
“Like that girl who like, asked if I wore my hat while having sex?”
“Exactly!”
Patrick walked over to Pete slowly, then draped his warm arms over Pete’s cold shoulders. Pete shivered at the contact.
“So, do you want to…take a break?” Patrick murmured into Pete’s ear, breath tickling it. Pete was confused at what he meant, until Patrick nonchalantly made his way to Pete’s bedroom, making sure Pete saw him throw the towel that was covering his lower half out of the bedroom. Pete smiled deviously, finding an answer to the question.
Mine’s a Patrick.
He also added another item to his list.
Things to do when bored on tour:
1. Annoy boyfriend.
2. Find out what the hell a rhombus is.
3. Beat the crap out of Dirty and/or Joe.
4. Fuck boyfriend, Patrick Martin Stump, senseless.
Once done, he ran to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door quickly behind him.