I Do I Did

Eleven

Patrick sat in the passenger seat of Ryan's car. Brendon sat in the backseat by himself. His left foot was propped up on his right knee as he attempted to paint his toes in the moving vehicle.

"I should have gone with blue!" He whined as he looked at his green toes.

"You shouldn't be painting your toes in my new car." Ryan muttered.

"I told you I'm going to be carefu- shit!" He sqealed when they hit a bump in the road.

"Brendon!" Ryan glanced nervously at him in the review mirror. "Did you-"

"Nothing!"

"I didn't ask anything yet."

"Oh. Okay." He put the top on the nail polish and twisted it tight.

"Brendon, I swear to god I'm going to spank the living hell out of you if you spilled that. I just got this car!"

"You'd spank him?" Patrick whispered with wide eyes. That was kinky as hell.

Ryan shook his head. "Brendon is like a child so I have to treat him like one sometimes."

"Um" Brendon smacked the back of Ryan's head. "Brendon can hear you."

"Brendon don't slap me in the head while I'm driving!" He did it again. "When I get out of this car-" Slap.

"Let him concentrate, Brendon." Patrick laughed nervously.

"I'm so sorry, Pat. I wasn't even thinking. Are you- Do you have a fear of cars now?"

"No. I don't think so. I didn't feel anything when Jefferson was driving. I just got a little nervous when Ryan glanced away from the road."

"Sorry, dude." Ryan kept his eyes straight ahead.

"Speaking of dicks." Brendon mumbled off handedly.

"Who was speaking of dicks?" Ryan lifted an eyebrow.

"Well, since you mentioned it! Pat, why was yours out in the kitchen?"

He flushed scarlet. "I-Uh, my towel dropped."

"You're such a dirty, little whore!" Brendon laughed. His laughter died down and he smiled sadly. "I missed being able to call you that."

"I don't know if I missed you calling me that-"

Brendon leaned up and wrapped his arms around Patrick.

"I'm so fucking happy you're back!"

"Thanks, B."

"I'm happy you're back too, Kid."

"Do you realize you missed two birthdays? We have to celebrate!"

"I think I'm okay." Patrick laughed.

"We're here!" Ryan parked the car.

Patrick glanced around the shopping area. This wasn't the one that they usually went to. But it looked more normal so he didn't complain. He got out of the car. Brendon got out after him. Ryan fixed his hair in the mirror and followed.

"You're going to love this place." Brendon told him as they walked in front a store with a name Patrick couldn't pronounce.

"I'm not so sure-"

"Oh, Brendon!" Ryan called from behind them.

"What?" Brendon looked back.

"I told you to stop smacking me in the head!"

Before Patrick could figure out what was happening, Brendon took off running down the sidewalk. Ryan raced behind him.

"Ry, No!" He giggled.

Patrick sighed as he watched them. They were so cute. He wished Pete were here. He was going to feel like a third wheel for the rest of the day.

He walked into the unfamiliar store alone. Glancing around curiously. It wasn't so bad in here. There were a lot of normal clothes.

"Hey, do you need some help?"

Patrick glanced up at the man approaching him. He was tall. He was wearing a pair of leather looking, black pants. With a black and white striped T-shirt and a black blazer. Not a bad outfit. Maybe he could help.

"Yeah, actually. I'm looking to buy a whole new wardrobe."

"From here? Shit, you must be rich."

Patrick laughed. "Is it that bad in here?"

"Not bad. Just expensive." He flipped his hair out of his face.

"So this isn't your type of place?"

"I work here. So I can't afford to shop here." He smiled. Nice smile.

"So where do you suggest I shop?"

"Here." He smiled again. "If I suggest anywhere else, I'm pretty sure I'd lose my job."

"Smart man."

"That I am. So what exactly are you looking for?"

"I don't know. As you can tell, I don't have an eye for fashion." He gestured to the black jeans and T-shirt he was wearing.

"It fits you though. Maybe you need to stick with a simpler style."

"Good idea." Patrick nodded. "Can I get a about fifty black t-shirts and fifty black jeans?"

He laughed. "Coming right up."

"You have a nice smile." Patrick told him.

He pressed his lips tightly together when he realized what he said. That sounded strangely like flirting. But of course Patrick wasn't flirting. He didn't even know how to flirt. He was just stating a fact.

But the man only laughed again.

"You reacted like you were going to be stoned for complimenting me."

"I-uh. I'm not."

"I would hope not. At least not before I trick you into spending a fortune here."

"Of course-"

"Sorry!" Brendon walked into the place. Giggling like a mad man and breathing unevenly. "Ryan was faster than I thought."

"Damn right I was." Ryan walked in after him. He noticed the man standing beside Patrick and glared. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh um." Patrick frowned. He didn't even know the guy's name and he was giving him compliments.

"I'm William." He held his hand out to Ryan. "William Beckett."

Ryan frowned at his outstretched hand. Brendon reached over and shook it.

"I'm Brendon. This rude creature is my fiance Ryan."

"Nice to meet you both." He smiled.

"Nice smile." Brendon commented.

"So I keep hearing. Thank you." He turned his smile back to Patrick. "You didn't tell me your name."

"I'm Patrick. Patrick Wen- Stump."