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Post by pattycakes on Apr 5, 2011 4:42:15 GMT -5
Waving his free hand to the side, Patick picked up his glass again, finishing the rest of the juice. “Yeah, we'll see. I'll get it out if you're good and get me food.” He pushed the glass down the counter, further away from where he sat. Maybe he would wash it, or maybe he would just leave it there until he ran out of clean dishes. It might make his house feel more lived in, more like a home again.
Patrick hummed, picking at the buttons on his shirt. “No video cameras in my shower, don't even bother. I'm not stupid.” He stretched his legs out, looking for the floor with his toes before jumping off the edge of the counter. “Alright then. Go get that plane and get over here before I starve.” He paused, using one foot to scratch at his opposite leg, catching it in the leg of his pants. “Wait, do you mean songs he wrote, or songs he played, because Bob Dylan played a lot of folk son-you know what, don't worry.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 5, 2011 4:51:14 GMT -5
Pete laughed at Patrick's comment as he slid a bag over his shoulder and grabbed his guitar case with his free hand. "I mean to say, just sit back and like...watch a movie or something, take a nap....I'll be there soon, promise...so 'bye' for now?"
Pete had made it outside and nodded to the driver, leaning against the car as he waited for Patrick's parting words.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 5, 2011 4:59:58 GMT -5
Flicking the light off as he walked out of the kitchen, Patrick laughed. “I already slept today, I might watch a movie or something though. After my Pete-free shower, it might be my last one for a while.” He unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, trying to wriggle out of it with it still done up part way.
“I'll see you soon then? You still have your spare key, right?” He didn't want to have a late shower and miss the door bell. Leaving Pete on his doorstep might be a bit harsh. “If you don't, there's a spare one in the pot by the door, I think.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 5, 2011 5:19:17 GMT -5
Pete smiled and turned to open the door, tossing his back before answering back, "I still have the key...but just in case, thanks."
Pete whined lightly as the driver looked back at him expectantly, "I don't wanna hang up...Maybe we can just talk until the plane or something...I mean, unless you were gonna shower now or whatever." Pete slid his instrument into the car before ducking down and getting in himself. He took a look back at the house and sighed.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 5, 2011 5:31:27 GMT -5
Patrick squrimed around until he had one arm out of his shirt, tugging the rest over his head and throwing it over the back of his couch as he walked past. He could deal with that later, before Pete got here. “Well, I was going to shower now but I guess I can keep talking. I mean, I could even shower while I'm on the phone, but that might be a little weird.”
Even though Patrick was sure it had happened before, it still felt weird to him now. Pete wasn't his Pete anymore. He had given him away to Ashlee and even if they were going through a divorce, he still wasn't Patrick's Pete.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 5, 2011 21:05:23 GMT -5
Pete laughed low, trying to stay quiet now that he was in the car, "I can just imagine you trying to actually hold the phone in the shower, all soapy and then just dropping it and completely ruining it."
The driver slowed to a stop at the end of the street, turning to smile at Pete, "Going to see your girlfriend?"
Pete wasn't sure if Patrick had heard the driver through the phone, but he certainly heard the loud burst of laughter from Pete, and the reply, "Uh..no man, but can you stop by the In and Out near um...it's right near the airport like-"
"I understand, and yes sir I can."
Pete tried not to giggle, he was giddy though. He was going to be actually able to see his Patrick while he talked to him in less than 5 hours. Whoa, weird...his Patrick, haven't had that thought in awhile.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 6, 2011 3:21:33 GMT -5
Patrick reached down for his pants, tugging at the belt loops with his free hand. Huffing down the phone at Pete, he tried to sound annoyed. “I wouldn't drop it, I'm not that clumsy. And, why are you thinking about me in the shower, something you haven't told me yet?” He laughed, the noise echoing as he reached the bathroom. There was a more distant noise on Pete's end of the phone, someone else talking in the background before Pete spoke up again, this time not to Patrick.
Patrick took this time to shove the phone up against his ear, using his shoulder to hold it in place, while he tried to unbuckle his belt. It really was a two hand job for him, he had never learned the trick of taking it off with a single hand. After almost dropping the phone, more than once, Patrick managed to get the belt buckle undone, only just holding back his cheer.
Once he tugged it out of place, he dropped it to the floor and grabbed the phone in his hand again, using the other hand to flick the light switch in the bathroom. Even though the sun was only just starting to set, he didn't want to have a long shower and end up in the dark. Patrick dropped his free hand to the button of his pants, pausing in the middle of the bathroom. “Wait, who are you talking to? Oh god, don't tell me they're thinking og me in the shower too.” He pulled a face at the phone, almost disgusted with the idea of a stranger thinking about him in the shower.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 6, 2011 4:33:53 GMT -5
"No..no dude, I had to call for a cab...or whatever, I can't exactly take the only car to the airport by myself can I? I dunno if he is..." Pete paused and smirked evilly, "Hey dude, " Pete spoke loud enough for the driver to nod at him again, "You ever think about Patrick Stump in the shower?"
The driver's expression looked shocked and confused in the review and Pete held back his laughter long enough to wave a hand to push the question away. "I think that's a no, Patrick."
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 6, 2011 7:53:18 GMT -5
Patrick shrugged to himself, struggling to get his pants undone. “You have a point there, smart thinking.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Pete's voice coming through louder than before. “No, Pete, don't you dar-fuck.” Fumbling with the phone and his pants, Patrick swore loudly before he dropped the phone on the floor.
Groaning, he bent over and picked it up, turning it around to make sure it was still on and that Pete was still there. “Ok, maybe I am that clumsy...but, you seriously asked your cab driver that? Pete, now he's going to think of me in the shower, even if he wasn't before.” Patrick rolled his eyes at his phone before popping the button on his pants and tugging them down. They were a little old and he was a lot smaller, he probably didn't even need to unbutton them to get them down.
“Well, you're going to hear me in the shower in a second, if you don't hang up.” Laughing, Patrick kicked his pants to the corner of the room, standing in his boxer briefs and looking at the shower. It was a little weird to be on the phone still, but it was only Pete. He could deal with Pete. He used to be able to deal with Pete, anyway, he wasn't sure about now though.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 6, 2011 17:18:48 GMT -5
"Hey, I don't even think the dude knows who you are....but if he does, thinking about you in the shower isn't going to be a burden. And fine, stop dropping the phone and go shower and drop the soap....thank god you didn't have to shower when they jailed you up, huh?" Pete laughed a little, "I mean...never mind...see you soon dude."
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 16, 2011 7:37:06 GMT -5
Patrick laughed quietly, looking down and patting his stomach. “Just because I'm thinner now, doesn't mean that thinking about me in the shower isn't a burden anymore.” He scrunched up his nose with a slight grin. It was a little weird to think that someone else was thinking about him in the shower, a stranger at that. He just hoped the cab driver didn't know who he was, or at least only knew what he looked like now, otherwise it would be a lot worse.
“Alright, go get me food and get on a plane. I'll be waiting when you get here.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 16, 2011 19:05:26 GMT -5
Pete huffed at Patrick's words, "Dude, we're working on your body image issues again when I get there....but for now, bye and I love you." Pete pressed end too quickly on his phone. It was weird to say a simple 'i love you' again. It wasn't really that simple after all.
Pete got two of the basic burger meals, let the driver keep the drinks....food was hard enough to smuggle onto a plane. Luckily some kid was crying about taking his ice cream cone on the plane and the hamburgers in Pete's carry on went unnoticed.
He spent the entire flight writing down odds and ends and people watching, but mostly hoping that everything would be alright like the hopeless kid he was.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 16, 2011 21:02:03 GMT -5
“I don't have body issu-oh, bye?” Patrick stared down at his phone, which was now flashing a 'call ended' screen at him. With a snort he tossed his phone into the pile of clothes he had thrown his pants into just before. Same old Pete then. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard to fit back into their old routine as he thought it would be. He hoped it would be, he really did miss everything he used to have before the band went on hiatus.
Patrick took the last of his clothes off, stepping into the shower and turning it on. Grabbing the soap, he sat on the floor, knees up to his chin as the water heated up. He couldn't remember if the spare room had clean sheets on the bed, or if it was even tidy enough to get past the door. That was something he really should check out before Pete got here, he didn't want to leave him on the couch or something.
After an hour long shower, which was way longer than he would ever admit to, Patrick dried himself off and threw on a pair of his pyjama shorts and an old t-shirt. Ignoring the rest of the house and the mess that was always there, he ended up curled up on one end of the couch, TV remote in hand. He would grab some of his work later, to make it look like he'd been busy instead of doing nothing for the past two weeks. He had plenty of time before Pete got there with food.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 16, 2011 23:02:02 GMT -5
Four hours and a considerable amount of jet lag later Pete was calling a cab and hoping it would get there soon because there was a police dog sniffing near him and he didn't need a cavity search for a couple of hamburgers. The cab showed up soon enough though, and Pete left the airport.
It was a good 30 minute drive through city streets and highways and familiar neighborhoods and places he used to walk to. And that's when it hit Pete, where he was, where he was going, who was going to be there. He smiled to himself as his stomach fluttered and wrote it off as hunger.
When he finally got there, cab fare payed, bags being haphazardly carried; he buzzed up to Patrick's apartment, and waited.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 16, 2011 23:53:42 GMT -5
Patrick had made it through just under three episodes of Ace of Cakes before falling asleep on the couch. He'd tried to stay awake and wait for Pete, he really had, but the other man had suggested having a nap while Patrick waited. It didn't matter that he'd slept earlier that afternoon, or that he hadn't done much more than sleep in the past week or so, he was just bored.
The sound of the doorbell woke him up though, the TV still playing in the background. “Oh, shit.” Patrick winced at the crick in his neck as he ran a hand through his still slightly damp hair. He had done nothing that he was meant to, there were still clothes around the place and he was sure the spare room was a mess. He just hoped that Pete wasn't kidding when he said there was no need to put any effort into tidying up. Stumbling a little, Patrick tried to get more feeling back into the foot he had been sitting on, shaking it a little as he walked. He hadn't even grabbed his guitar out, now Pete was going to know that he hadn't been working on his music at all.
He was still rubbing at his eyes, trying to look more awake as he pressed the buzzer, letting Pete in. “Come on, make sure the food is with you or I'm kicking you out.”
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