false god

chapter 16

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The news eventually took to Patrick and he took it gleefully. Of course, the remaining trio spent the rest of the night picking his brain and wondering just exactly how - when it seemed the whole rest of the world knew even before Taylor and Travis did - that Patrick missed every single sign?

As they shuffled from place to place, someone would ask, oh, something like-

"What did you think when both of us vanished from the dining table for like twenty minutes?" (From Travis.)

"I dunno, that life is full of coincidences?"

Or, when they were finding their seats to watch Gracie-

"That week where I thought Trav was dating Kennedy and I was in an awful mood?" (From Taylor).

"I guessed that maybe you and Joe were fighting. Didn't put the two together."

And finally, as they were grabbing their coats to head home.

"Hon, the entire pool scenario. What did you think I was doing?" (Gigi, with a hint of exasperation.)

"Trying to give us a nice and exciting break, I guess I just-,"

It was clear Patrick was getting a bit aggravated by the surprised sighs and incredulous questions, so they let him off the hook.

The last thing he said as they dropped Taylor and Travis off at their apartment was said with a wide grin.

"I'm really happy for you two. Like, properly happy," He sniffled, "I feel like my brother and my sister grew up and decided to fuck each other."

Travis placed his hand on Patrick's shoulder.

"I get the sentiments, bud, but that's really creepy. Please, oh please, never say that again."

"What he means," Gigi cut in smoothly, "Is that he's supporting both of you. As I am. Don't stay up too late tonight, kiddos. Au revoir!"

The limo pulled away as she threw a kiss.

"Oh, like she's not going to be doing the exact same thing," Travis grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Taylor leaned up, kissing him softly, "Babe, let's not think of Gigi and Pat right now, or the rest of the night."

So, they didn't.

XXxxXX

Near the end of April, the college had a three-day weekend, due to the main campus being used for some bit event. While it meant most of the kids would be having parties and shuffling around New York, Taylor should have known that Gigi was not going to let something so casual happen to her friends.

"My dad is sending the driver with the jeep and we're going up to our Lodge," She said on the Monday before the break.

Travis, sitting with his arm slung over Taylor's shoulder, snorted, "I like how she never asks if we'd like to do things. Travis, would you like to go upstate for a weekend? Gee, I think I would. No, she's rather attached to telling us what to do. Thinks she gets off on it?" Travis whispered in Taylor's ear.

Taylor kicked his shin, "Sounds fantastic, Gi!" Because it did. Taylor had never seen the Lodge in person, but she'd heard about it. She was sure it wasn't your regular old hunting lodge, but probably closer to a Taj Mahal in the middle of woods.

The trip up on Thursday evening was about three hours, filled with people fighting over the AUX cord. It was only when Taslor suggested they each take half-an-hour turns that people begrudgingly allowed this. As it turned out (but, unsurprisingly) everyone's music tastes were wildly different. Taylor also suggested the rule that they would have three minutes to criticize tastes, and then it was done because otherwise, it would be a very miserable trip.