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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 29, 2011 4:19:54 GMT -5
Pete laughed lightly at Patrick's comment on the lj community. It wasn't his fault he googled things at 4am. Pete let his eyes slip closed and he brushed his free hand back through his hair, just listening to the other end of his phone(life)line.
He heard the quiet yawn, slightly stifled. A familiar sound that brought back early morning interviews and late night plane rides. Then a quieter sound, Pete found it familiar but couldn't place it and just brushed it off as 'i'm having auditory hallucinations'. It's not the best excuse but it's the only one he's got.
"Well fine then, no skirts...maybe a dress, I can compromise." Pete smiled and imagined the roll of Patrick's eyes as he kicked his feet from side to side, "What are you up to then? You in LA or Chicago?"
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 29, 2011 5:33:43 GMT -5
Giving his stomach a rub, Patrick pulled a displeased face at his phone, giving a quick roll of his eyes at Pete's idea. “Really? I didn't know you could compromise.” He laughed, short and happy at the cheerful tone of his friend's voice. “But I guess if you're willing to go that far for me, I could wear a dress. I wouldn't let you pick though, I know your fashion sense and I just don't think it would suit me.”
He hummed at Pete's question, picking at his shirt and staring up at his roof. “I'm, uh...I'm in Chicago at the moment. I mean, I'm meant to be in LA, but...I'm not.” He didn't really want to talk about it, but he felt bad for making Pete talk and not giving something in exchange. “I just, I wanted to be here instead I guess....” Patrick shrugged, raising his shoulders up and then letting them drop just as fast. “I'm meant to be playing some shows soon, you know how it is when you haven't been up there for a while.”
Patrick wants to tell Pete he's scared to get up there by himself, that he doesn't think he can do it alone. He just wants to tell Pete that he misses him. He can't though, he doesn't want his friend to feel anymore guilty than he already does.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 29, 2011 20:32:06 GMT -5
Pete smirked to himself, thinking that Patrick's fashion sense wasn't much better than his own. He didn't say it though, they'd been down that road of arguments far too many times. The entire situation of Patrick wearing a dress was all hypothetical anyway.
Then, hearing that Patrick was in Chicago, Pete felt himself deflate, a quiet, "Oh." slipping out.
It's not that he thought he could just go hang out with Patrick right now, not with everything going on. But it didn't stop him from wondering when the next flight to Chicago was, how long it would take him to leave a note and take a bag. Find his spare key to Patrick's apartment that he'd taken off his key ring sometime within the last year when he realized he didn't need it there.
"Oh, uhm..." Pete tried to save his side of the conversation, "Maybe I can come out and see a show...I'm about to play a few again myself, though, so...maybe we'll end up in the same town or something." Pete trails off with a quiet fake laugh, he hated trying to hard to be happy.
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 30, 2011 0:51:52 GMT -5
Patrick almost wanted to hit himself as soon as he heard Pete's 'oh' on the other end of the line. The hasty response making Patrick feel even more guilty than he already did. He should have been there for Pete, he should have gone over the second he heard about the divorce, but he didn't. Instead, he'd come home and tried to ignore everything else going on around him.
He clutched at the phone in one hand, the hem on his shirt with the other while he chewed his bottom lip in silence. There was almost no chance that they would end up in the same town at the same time. It would be stupid to have their shows clash and make people pick and choose. Patrick knew they would pick Pete and Black Cards first, but that wasn't the problem right now.
After almost a minute of silence, he stuttered out a reply, “You know, my first few shows are here. You could always...just, uhh. I mean, if you need...” Letting out a shaky breath, Patrick stared up at the ceiling. “I have a spare room if you would like to come hang out for a while. If you're not too busy, of course.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 1:16:00 GMT -5
Pete gnawed on the inside of his cheek waiting for Patrick to reply, thinking he'd said something wrong again. When Patrick finally did speak his heart sped up, the beat deep and in his ears at the thought of staying with Patrick. It was better than his idea of staying with his parents again.
Pete stuttered, "I-I mean..uhm...Yeah, that's...if you don't think we'll piss each other off to the point that we're peeing on each other's things again...I could kind of use a place to stay." Pete sighed deeply, "Ashlee's pretty much given me a deadline to get my shit out of the house..."
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 30, 2011 2:07:50 GMT -5
Patrick snorted, untangling his fingers from the bottom of his shirt. “Trust me, you pee on any of my stuff and I'll kick you out of the house.” That was such a lie. Pete could destroy almost every item in his house and he still wouldn't kick him out. Punch him in the face, maybe, but not kick him out. It was a little pathetic, but Patrick had put up with the other man long enough to know that he didn't always mean it the same way other people did.
His stomach growled loudly again before he sighed, rolling over to sit at the edge of his bed. Patrick didn't want to walk the whole way to the kitchen, but it's not like anyone else was here to fetch him food though. “So, is it just you that's coming then?”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 2:22:56 GMT -5
Pete sat up and looked over at the box he'd managed to put the few things in that he cared to, or could move on his own as Patrick spoke. "Uhm...yeah, unless you want me to bring someone or something...I mean, it'll only be a for a few days. I don't really think bringing another person is needed." Pete smiled slightly into his words, "Is a person like the accessory to have right now or something?"
Pete stood and walked back into the bedroom, wandering into the closet and tossing more of his older clothing into a box, he'd put what he could of what he did wear into bags. He had too much shit, and he just hoped that whatever he left behind Ashlee wouldn't burn or something. "So, but hey...I can be there by tonight probably, but rushing is probably crazy right?"
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 30, 2011 3:00:46 GMT -5
Stretching so his back popped, Patrick stood up and wiggles his toes on the floor. “No, I just wanted to know if you were planning on bringing your band, or something.” He had to grit his teeth as he said that, not wanting to say anything bad about the new band Pete had. He was allowed to work with other people, they all were. That was the point of the hiatus. Just because Patrick didn't want to work with anyone else, didn't mean that they all felt that way.
Almost tripping over the shoe, Patrick walked out of his room, heading to the kitchen. “Wow, umm, yeah? You can be here when ever you want, not a problem. I mean, don't rush, but if you want to be here tonight I don't mind.” Well, ok, maybe he did. Patrick was already going to have to run around afterwards and try and put some life back into his house, make it look like he'd been working instead of moping around his bedroom. Really though, he would rather Pete get here and be disappointed in him for not working, than to not show up at all.
He threw one hand around the corner, flicking on a light switch so his kitchen was bright. “Just get here when you want, I'm not going anywhere in a hurry.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 3:13:13 GMT -5
Pete had already started packing by the time Patrick was talking again, phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, "Oh yeah, I mean..I wanted to show Bebe the Metro, but that's not really something I'm up for right now...It's crazy thtough, she's been through Chicago before and never been, dude. I don't even know how that's possible."
Pete looked between two identical hoodies before throwing them both into the suitcase and zipping it up. He went for his laptop to look up flight information, he was rushing, and he was running away from his problems, but honestly he thinks he deserved a bit of a break. "Uhm, well...there's like the perfect flight leaving in an hour and I kind of just bought a ticket so...if I show up and you decided you've changed your mind this is gonna suck."
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 30, 2011 4:41:26 GMT -5
Switching hands for the phone, Patrick reached up to open a cupboard and look for food. He might have gone shopping that morning, but that didn't mean the food was what he wanted to eat right now. “Wait, really? You'll have to bring her some other time then, she's always welcome to stay here. I mean, you too, of course.”
He opened another cupboard, moving a box of pasta to look behind it before sighing and moving onto the next one. “I wouldn't have a problem with you bringing her now, but if you're not up to it then maybe it's best not to. Maybe we could write some stuff for when the hiatus is over, you know, get a start on that while it's just the two of us.” He said it so casually, like it meant nothing to him, like it was just a passing comment. Inside though, he was freaking out, hoping that Pete wouldn't say no.
Patrick held in another sigh as he threw a box of cereal onto the counter, standing on his toes to see to the back of the last cupboard. It was all too boring or too healthy. It might be good for him, but he didn't want any of it. Opening the fridge and finding the same results, he pulled a face at his phone. “If you show up with good food, I wont change my mind, promise.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 5:02:12 GMT -5
"She's kinda really prissy sometimes, about like I said, her hair, makeup, shoes....I swear she gets made up just to come to practiec sometimes, it's so weird. I'm not bringing her, she's in New York right now and by the time she'd make it to Chicago it would be time to go back on tour...." Pete paused, thinking it over. He'd written a ton of things since the break, and none of them would fit into Black Cards songs. Then again, there were a lot of words he didn't think he could show Patrick. "I'll bring my bass then...even though you have like...every instrument ever....."
Pete pulled his bags the bed he could to the living room, thinking about how he'd break it to Ashlee that he decided to up and leave again. What did it matter anymore to her though? "What kind of good food? You think they'd let me bring In and Out onto a plane, or is that too unhealthy for your taste anymore?"
Pete felt weird even asking, Patrick used to love their food. He had to make sure though, Patrick had thinned out since he'd last seen him, and yeah, diets sucked, but he didn't want to be the bearer of bad temptation.
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Post by pattycakes on Mar 30, 2011 6:40:16 GMT -5
Grabbing the orange juice from the door or the fridge, Patrick laughed at Pete's descrpition of Bebe. “Oh, sounds just like someone I used to work with.” He giggled while pulling out a glass from one of the already open cupboards, trying to open and pour the juice with only one free hand. “It's alright, it was just a suggestion. I didn't know if you guys were working on anything at the time and you needed her here for that. It was just an offer.” Patrick didn't bother putting the juice back in the fridge, it's not like it was hot enough for it need to be in there anyway. That and he just couldn't be bothered shuffling the phone around to do it.
“You sure you want to carry that on the plane? I mean, I have a bass here if you just want to use that one?” Patrick paused to sip at the glass, wrinkling his nose at how cold the juice was in his mouth. It wasn't enough to stop him from being hungry, but it should be enough to just cut the edge off until Pete showed up sometime later with better food. “Of course, it's always nicer to play your own.” He took another mouthful before putting the glass on the counter, jumping up to sit next to it, swinging his feet above the floor.
At the mention of food, Patrick's stomach growled, making it known that it would really like to be feed now. “Man, I don't even care if you get in trouble for taking that on the plane, get it.” He hadn't had anything that bad for him in a long time, but it wouldn't hurt just once.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Mar 30, 2011 20:24:24 GMT -5
Pete appropriately scoffed and laughed along and 'hmm'ed in Patrick's direction, mostly caught back up in arranging a ride and writing Ashlee out a note. She wouldn't be too angry if he let her cool off for a few days, and by then he'd be on tour again anyway. "I'd leave it, but again...I've had my things threatened with fire."
Pete sighed and looked back at the scratched out ink he'd been attempting to make into a letter that kept turning into blank verse. "I'm bringing you In and Out Burger and there's nothing that'll stop me, dude. I'll just get out my Pete Wentz VIP card and they'll let me bring like...plutonium on a plane."
Pete couldn't help his immediate burst of laughter, he wasn't funny, he wasn't laughing with himself as much as at himself. "It's what..-" Pete glanced at the LED time display on the cable box, " Almost 5...I'll be there before 9 I bet, with greasy food and greasy hair...And don't try to get dressed up or clean or anything, I'm just Pete and that's unnecessary."
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 4, 2011 7:05:55 GMT -5
He clucked his tongue, not impressed with the comment about Ashlee burning Pete's things, even if some of his clothes needed to be destroyed. “It's not a problem, bring it with you. Maybe I can make sure it's in tune, unlike the last time I saw it.” Patrick gave a snort, holding back the laugh that wanted to work its way out of his mouth. It's not that Pete couldn't tune his bass, it's just that Patrick was really picky about any instruments he had to be near.
Patrick ruffled one hand through his hair, wincing at how it stuck to his hand and left it feeling greasy. “We'll match with the hair. I can't remember the last time I had a shower, so I might have to pull out one of my hats just to cover it up.” Pausing, he put his hand under his nose and sniffed. “Actually, I might just have a shower, I'm rather unpleasant all over.”
From Pete's time, he had about four hours to shower, dress and clean up a little. Even though Pete said not to, Patrick couldn't help himself. It didn't matter that it was 'just Pete', it wasn't the same anymore, he felt like he needed to put in the effort.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 4, 2011 18:39:59 GMT -5
Pete huffed, "Fine...tune it but I get to see that white Stump-o-matic I keep hearing about..." He didn't really want to see or play the guitar as much as he wanted to make Patrick sing for him again.
"You know...we could always just shower together, conserve water..." Pete smiled, starting to fall back into his groove of being able to push Patrick's buttons. The car pulled up out front and Pete sighed, "Um..so I'm gonna go do that stuff...and I'll be there before you can name all of the songs in Bob Dylan's catalog."
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