David had never stopped to appreciate the scenery of Elmdale, or the 'ranch-style vintage in a modern setting' as a whole.
However, sitting on the side of the freeway, David found a patch of wilted buttercups to be quite pleasant company.
"David?" The raven-haired boy heard cry out with the cutting of a rattling engine.
As he peeked up from the smoking hood of his jet black Lincoln, David spotted his feathery sister and Patrick, wobbling tiredly from the drivers seat with a battered toolbox.
"Hey there, clumsy." Patrick chirped, flashing David a loaded smile he couldn't help but return.
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The Little Things (David/Patrick Drabbles)
FanfictionA sweet, four chapter compilation of drabbles based on a random daily word. (Obviously, I don't own any of the characters of the show. This is purely fanfiction.)
