𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 - 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘯

CHURROS . 8

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art was at training. he had his red stanford cap on and his red shirt. he was in a pissy mood all day after the events that unfolded a day or two ago. art should've kept his mouth shut. i mean, they seemed happy together, well, patrick did.

regardless, he was beating himself up for it. he couldn't stand when cassie wouldn't speak to him, who was he meant to call when he got back to his room after a long day?

art sighed, getting ready to serve as he bounced the ball a few times. "woo-hoo! let's go!" someone from behind art screamed.

he knew exactly who it was, but he was hoping if he ignored them they'd go away, or atleast shut up.

art glared at the ground and got ready to serve again, "come on donaldson big serve, big serve!" the now annoying voice repeated.

now everyone in the court was staring at the guy, the odd few whispering: "does he go here?" "who is that?"

art threw the ball up, going to hit it, "that's right baby! show that mother fucker who's boss!"

art threw his head back, catching the ball before he hit it and turning around to see patrick.

"finish it up, donaldson. come on" patrick smirked, taking off his white sunglasses as he stood with an energy drink and a duffel bag.

art threw up the ball to serve and forcefully hit it, it shooting right past his opponent.

"oo okay," patrick smiled, making his way over to art as he hit a tennis ball at him.

"come on," patrick laughed, his arms wide open to revive a hug as art swerved him and patrick chased after him.

patrick threw his bags off, leaving them laid on the court as he chased after art, the two squealing as they did so.

"art!" patrick screamed, art had jumped a net which patrick followed, the two frantically ran across the court, patrick even jumping over a bench two boys were sat on, "out the way out the way!"

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art had brought up the idea to get churros out the canteen, patrick obviously agreed to this as who wouldn't agree to free food?

art had his arms crossed on the counter, waiting for the food as he glanced over to patrick.

his eyes were glued on something that sat on the other side of the cafeteria, he looked zombie like.

art turned to see what he was so fixated on to see it was a large banner with cassies face on it reading: "whittwinner: cassie whittman!"

"so how's the tour" art smiled, "no fun stuff?" he asked, hinting girls obviously.

"like what?" patrick laughed, "i dunno, are you seeing anybody?" art asked, trying to come off nonchalant.

"what do you mean? i'm taken." patrick answered matter-of-factly, "what do you think i'm doing here?" he groaned.

art revived his churros and made his way to patrick at the high stool seats, stopping as he was almost there, "you're not here to see me?" art tilted his head at patrick, patrick rolled his eyes at him.

art sat down, patrick pulling his chair closer to him, "youre really committing to this thing?" art asked, patrick furrowed his brows, "to cassie?" "mhm." art confirmed.

"i mean, we're taking it step by step but you know, i like her." patrick answered, his mouth full with his churro. art rolled his eyes. "you like her?"

"what you don't belive me?"

"no, im just...im not sure how she's thinking about all of this." art spoke, looking out the window that sat in front of him as patrick analysed arts expressions very carefully.

"i don't want you to get hurt." art admitted.

patrick laughed, "you don't want me to get hurt?"

"did she say something to you?" patrick asked, "no, i just got the impression she's not thinking about this as a serious relationship." art spoke, looking at his churro.

"you got that impression."

"from a conversation we had."

"huh." patrick nodded as he turned and smirked at art.

patrick abruptly swung his arm over arts shoulder, bringing arts face down so patrick could talk to him, "you fucking snake" patrick smirked

"honestly, im proud of you, i'd be doing the same thing." patrick smirked,

"im not doing anything." art laughed, pushing patrick's face away with a hand covered in sugar,

"it's fine! it's exciting to see you this way." patrick smiled, "it's what's been missing from your tennis." art fully shoved patrick away now, "what?" he spat, his face dropping.

"it's nice to see you lit up about something," patrick explained, "even if that something is my girlfriend."

"that's what the two of you are calling eachother now?" art raised his brows as patrick chomped down on his churro. "god." he muttered

"you know this just makes it hotter for me right? you sitting here, pining for her." patrick smirked.

"i would never do anything." art spoke, his tone suggested that wasn't entirely true. "to get in the way of you and your girlfriend" art wiped sugar off patrick's face, "no i know, it's not your style."

"you're playing percentage tennis." patrick spoke, pointing his finger at him "waiting for me to fuck up."

art grabbed his churro which patrick stole from his hands and took a bite, then handing it out to art who also took a bite. the two smiled at eachother, faces oddly close.

"come on, walk me over there." patrick demanded.

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thank fuck art didnt say anything about that dorm party in the spring.

→ ꜰʀᴏᴍ . . ꜱᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛᴛ
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GASP what
party in the spring? 😏

all my love , stqargirl x