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Post by pattycakes on Apr 18, 2011 0:07:42 GMT -5
Shrugging, Patrick looked back over at Pete. “Yeah, but...” His own music wasn't making him happy though, it was just making him feel more alone. It was different, not having someone else there to talk to about what sounded right or what needed to be changed. ”Never mind. I'll keep that in mind for the next time then, hey?”
He laughed a little, smiling against his legs before sitting back up and grabbing a handful of slightly cold fries from the bag. “Nah, it's fine, I can eat them cold. It's better than anything I have in the house, anyway.” That was the truth. Patrick was so sick of eating the things he was meant to, all of those healthy foods he'd forced himself to buy so he could stay thinner. Shoving a few in his mouth he sighed, happily.
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 18, 2011 0:25:02 GMT -5
"If you want you can play some stuff for me?" Pete always loved it when Patrick played something for him, before anyone else had heard it, made him feel important. He felt like he saw more of Patrick that way than if he were naked. That thought made Pete laugh lightly as he remembered their earlier conversation.
[sorry its so short D;]
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 23, 2011 10:58:11 GMT -5
Picking through the bag of food, Patrick put a few more fries in his mouth before looking up at Pete. “Uhh...” He ducked his head down a little, trying not to catch Pete's eye. “You've heard my new stuff though, it's really not...I don't...” How was he meant to tell his friend that he didn't really have anything else new, that he'd just been doing nothing for the past few weeks because he couldn't stand anything he wrote himself? It was hard enough to think it to himself, let alone tell someone like Pete.
Rubbing at his bare knees, Patrick looked back up again and sighed. “I don't really have anything that's ready to be played. Not, uhh...not yet.” Reaching out, across the couch, he touched Pete's shoulder softly, patting it before picking at his t-shirt nervously. “I would though, if I had something...”
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Post by Pete Wentz on Apr 26, 2011 21:56:16 GMT -5
"Oh...alright then." Pete tried not to lean into Patrick's touch or sound too put out. "I'd play you something...but I don't...it sounds better with the rest of the band and like..the lyrics."
Pete was being honest, if he jsut playeda bassline...well it sounded like a bassline. He thought though, even if he had the rest of the band, he still wouldn't want to be around when Patrick heard it. He probably hated the Black Cards, and Pete didn't want to see the fake smile of tolerance that Patrick gave his lesser ideas.
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Post by pattycakes on Apr 29, 2011 10:17:30 GMT -5
Letting his hand slip from Pete's shoulder, Patrick shuffled around so he was sitting straight again, tucking one foot underneath himself. “You could still play it for me, I could try and sing for you. Well...I know it was written for a girl to sing, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem, really.” He scratched at his knee again, still feeling embarrassed about not having anything to play for Pete. He always had something to play for Pete, even if it was crap and never played again. Guilt ate at his stomach, make him feel a little sick.
“Of course, that's only if you want to. I know we haven't played anything together in a while and it's not for me to sing...it's ok if you say no.”
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Post by Pete Wentz on May 3, 2011 3:59:25 GMT -5
"I'd love to hear you sing it, but it's..it's just not done yet...the words are, " Pete paused and thought of how to word himself, " they're all jumbled stil. It takes awhile to get them ironed out lately."
Pete wanted to work on music with Patrick again, so much his heart constricted. But he wouldn't make him do that, it was too soon it felt, and it's no good to rush into things. He's learned that the hard way.
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