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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 0:25:09 GMT -5
Pete smiled and didn't bother shouting back as he lugged his..well..luggage inside and to Patrick's door, "You going to make me knock or are you gonna let me in?"
He would've tried the door, but of course- hands full.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 1:17:11 GMT -5
Flicking the lock, Patrick opened the door for Pete with a sleepy grin before wrapping both arms around his friend's neck in a hug. It had been a while since he'd seen Pete in person, instead of photos and interviews or phone calls. Finally being able to hug is friend, even if he wasn't getting hugged back right now, was nice. Actually, just touching anyone was nice. It had been a while since he'd had human contact and he didn't realise how much he'd missed it.
Stepping back, Patrick looked down at the bags blocking him from Pete and preventing him from moving much. “Need help with any of that?” He held his hand out, waiting for Pete to give him a bag before stepping back inside and holding the door open instead. “I mean, come on, just dump it on the floor here by the door. That might be easier than giving bags to me.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 1:38:48 GMT -5
Pete laughed lightly, smiling bright as he just dumped his things on the floor and toed them the rest of the way into the door. he shut it out of courtesy before wrapping his arms tightly around Patrick's waist, properly returning his earlier welcome hug, "Hey dude!"
Pete pushed away any 'weirds' he found while hugging Patrick, like the fact that he felt like he wasn't even there. He was still Patrick, and he was here, and it was real.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 2:18:33 GMT -5
Laughing back at Pete, Patrick leaned into the hug, trying to avoid the things on the floor as he did. “Hey to you too.” Grinning he stepped back a little, one arm still around Pete's shoulder as he ran a hand through his own damp hair. “It's been a while, hey?”
He looked over Pete's shoulder, a little nervous that his friend was going to complain about the slight mess that could be seen just from the front door.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 2:58:05 GMT -5
Pete watched Patrick glance away but didn't think much of it, "Yeah I guess it has...hey. You look...good."
Pete gnawed on the inside of his cheek, thinking that his comment was stupid even though it was true. "Uhh...food!"
Pete bent down to his bag, letting Patrick's arm slip away and he stood back up holding the slightly squished bag of food. Pete smiled and offered it to Patrick.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 3:23:37 GMT -5
“I..what? Yeah, I thought you had seen the new photos.” Patrick laughed quietly, looking down at himself a little self conscious. “Thanks though. You don't look too bad yourself, but you were always the hot one.” He watched Pete rummage through one of his bags, curious as to what he was getting.
Grinning when Pete stood up again with a bag of food, Patrick grabbed at it, tugging Pete's wrist at the same time. “Good, food. Come on, let's eat before I pass out from starvation or something.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 3:41:07 GMT -5
Pete had seen the new photos, but it was still different in person. Pete tried not to feel too much more awkward at having voiced anything about how Patrick looked. Brushing off Patrick's compliment with a shrug.
"You...You aren't starving yourself or anything are you beca-" Pete cut himself off, "I didn't mean...just ignore anything I say right now okay?" He smiled at Patrick and wondered if he was blushing yet.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 4:43:19 GMT -5
Pausing in the doorway between the kitchen and the hall, Patrick turned to face Pete, shocked and a little embarrassed. “W-what? No, I've just been eating better than I used to. I mean, ok, sometimes I forget to eat, but you know what recording is like. I don't always have the time. I haven't been starving myself though.” He started to fidget with the bag of food, staring over Pete's shoulder before sighing, turning back to the kitchen. “I've just been busy, ok?”
Turning the light on, Patrick tossed the bag on the table, sighing again at the open cupboard doors he'd forgotten to close earlier that day. “Do you want something to drink? We can go sit in the lounge if you like, I'm just not sure how tidy it is.” He opened the fridge, bending over to stare into the back, smiling a little. “We can sit and talk about how things are going with your new band, I'm excited to hear all about it.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 4:54:17 GMT -5
Pete followed after Patrick slowly, "I didn't mean it like that okay...I blurt things..you know me..."
Pete leaned against the wall with his head cocked to the side, watching Patrick rummage, "I'm not really thirsty but..yeah I guess that sounds cool...there's not much to say about Black Cards though, I'd rather hear about your stuff."
Pete really didn't have much to say about his new band, it was a band so what. He did it to pass the time, he did it for some sort of creative outlet, but there wasn't anything particularly interesting about it to him anymore. The first couple of weeks it was all he'd talk about, but now it was just another thing he did.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 5:05:19 GMT -5
Standing up straight again, Patrick shut the fridge door and turned back around, leaning against it. “Well, good thing you're not thirsty, I don't really have anything here. I'm not used to having guests.” He picked at the hem of his shorts, staring at Pete before walking back over to the table. “I'm sure you have stuff to tell me, you always have exciting stores to tell me. Mine are all boring.”
Patrick grabbed the food again, nodding his head to the lounge room. “Come on, let's get this polite banter out of the way before I question you about your divorce.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 5:10:04 GMT -5
Pete's smile turned uncomfortable at Patrick's last words before he followed him to the lounge, "I just..I'd really rather hear you ramble about music..." Don't say you miss it, "I mi-ean...if you want me to talk I guess I could though."
Pete forced his smile back, tried to put a cocky spin to it. He wasn't sure it was working though.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 5:27:47 GMT -5
Patrick pushed his shirt off the edge of the couch, curling up into the corner he had been sitting in before while turning the volume on the TV down. “There's really not much to talk about with my music.” He sighed, opening the back and picking through it, not really that hungry anymore. He didn't really want to talk about his music, it wasn't going anywhere and the thought of it made his stomach turn. “I wrote some stuff, put it up for download and everyone told me it sounded like crap because it didn't sound like, well, us.” He pointed from himself to Pete, then back again. “No one really complained about you guys sounding different, what did I do wrong?”
Pulling his hand back out of the bag he pointed at the couch. “You're making me feel shorter than I already am, come sit down.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 19:22:17 GMT -5
Pete sat on the couch, taking a moment to shift around until comfortable before speaking, "You didn't do anything wrong....you're shit's just really...different, and it's amazing. I bet you there are more people out there that love it than hate it, people just tend to focus on the negatives."
Pete reached into the bag and pulled out a few soggy french fires, chewing them slowly and thinking about nothing in particular. He was just taking in Patrick's place but not really registering anything. He felt comfortable, relaxed, enough to slip into a trance of errant thoughts, it was nice.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 17, 2011 21:25:54 GMT -5
“Maybe I shouldn't have done something so different then. I'm just not use to taking all of the criticism by myself.” Patrick put the bag of food between them on the couch, before pulling his feet up and resting his chin on his knees so he could watch Pete eat. It was nice to have someone else here, it didn't seem as empty or lonely anymore. It was nice to see Pete, even if it wasn't the same as it used to be.
“What about you?” He scratched the side of his leg, looking down at his knees. “How are the new guys you're working with? Are they any good?”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 17, 2011 21:39:13 GMT -5
Pete smiled lightly and shrugged, "They're musicians, the write stuff they expect you to write stuff and then we play it. And you shouldn't ever not do..anything that's..." Pete paused to figure out what he was trying to say and he laughed lightly before finishing, "Just keep doing what makes you happy, and if you ever get some dumbass telling you that you suck, tell me and I'll like...tell them their blog sucks or something."
Pete paused and looked down at the food, "I can go figure out how to heat this up if you want?"
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