Fall Out Boy

The Little Doggy Who Was Too Shy To Say His Own Name (Peterick)

Being half- shepherd was never easy.

Patrick always felt self-conscious about his ears and his tail, his tail being something he couldn't do much about. His ears, however, fit perfectly under his fedora. Half the time he even forgot they were there.

One night before a big show in Denver, Patrick was fixing his hair and his ears when the door swung open. A head poked its way through, revealing a reporter.

"Fall Out Boy! Very nice to see you!" The reporter said nonchalantly. Patrick flattened his ears to his head, curling his tail around his thigh and dropping his fedora on the floor. He bent down to pick it up and was about to put it on before he was scared by the reporter butting in again.

"Your ears! I've never seen them before." He said, a little too loudly. "Your name?"

Patrick opened his mouth but couldn't get anything out. His ears twitched nervously, his tail swaying back and forth behind him.

"I may already know your name, but I wanna hear it from you." The reporter said, his smile seeming too wide.

Patrick just stood there and stared at him, fiddling with his fedora and whining quietly.

"You'll have to excuse Patrick. He's a little shy." Pete said. Patrick looked down and blushed, suddenly aware that all eyes were on him- and his ears. He perked his ears back up and gently set his fedora over them. He reached down and stroked his tail, whining lightly and glancing at Pete, who wrapped his arm around Patrick.

"It's alright, Trick. I've said it millions of times before and I'll say it again. Your ears are adorable, and I don't see why you hide them. But that's up to you." Pete whispered to the rim of Patrick's fedora so he could hear him. Patrick looked over at Pete, smiled a bit, then sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Why bless you, pup," The reporter teased, making Patrick feel more uncomfortable.

"It's alright. Don't listen to him," Pete said. Patrick hated when people called him 'pup' or 'puppy' or said things like 'want a treat?' just to tease him. Patrick just ducked his head into Pete's chest, cuddling close and making Pete stumble a bit.

"Sorry," Patrick said quietly.

Pete flicked his hand in dismissal and told him it was okay, then Joe popped his head in and said, "Guys, we've gotta get out there," and Pete, Patrick and Andy followed him out to the stage. Patrick adjusted his fedora one last time before skipping out onto the stage happily.

"Hello, Denver! How are you all doing tonight?" He asked. The crowd cheered, and Patrick smiled. "Good! We're gonna start off with one of our new ones." Pete started singing a little bit of the beginning to Centuries, and the crowd screamed in happiness, silencing once Patrick started singing.

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One more song, that was it. Patrick had decided to play Irresistible last, so he started up on that.

"Draw me in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile. I just followed your scent, you can't just follow my smile."

Everything was fine up until the second chorus, when Pete decided it would be fun to play with Patrick.

"I love the way, I love the way, I love the way you hurt me ba-byaAAH!" Patrick whipped around to Pete groping at his ass next to his tail, sliding his hand over his fur and walking away. Andy stopped on his drums and Joe cut off on his guitar, leaving silence.

Patrick just turned back around and started back where they were.

"Secondhand smoke, you're secondhand smoke, I breathe you in, but honey I don't know what you're doing to me, emotionally, but the truth catches up with us eventually."