Fall Out Boy

Twitter Fails And Puppy Dog Tails (Peterick)

Patrick scrolled through his Twitter comments on Pete's phone, therefore on Pete's account. He had his headphones in and was listening to The (Shipped) Gold Standard, still loving the lyrics Pete had wrote years ago.

He hummed along, pitching in a word or two every now and then while beating his tail to the beat.  Once the song was almost over, Patrick hit the repeat button and let it go into a loop. He didn't even realize he was singing as he went through, eventually finding a tab that said 'spam comments'.

He stared at it, curious, but not wanting to see it, knowing what happened last time he did. He thought about how Pete would lecture him for going into the spam comments and how Patrick himself would regret it so badly afterwards, but Patrick hit the tab regardless.

Immediately he was blown up with hate comments, laughing at some of them and just brushing off the rest. Patrick stopped scrolling at one in particular. It read:

'You know, I ship Peterick, but I think Pete deserves a hell of a lot better than Patrick. I kinda feel bad for him.
@petewentz @PatrickStump'

Patrick felt the tears threaten to fall to his cheeks, but he pushed them away. 'Its not your fault people are stupid,' Patrick told himself, and screenshotted the tweet before flicking Twitter away. He didn't know why, but he did it. He set Pete's phone down, singing still as Pete walked in.

"Well don't you look happy," Pete said as he peeked in and saw Patrick with his headphones.

"Damn, you have timing." Patrick jumped. "People are stupid." He stated. Pete looked confused for a moment, then it obviously clicked in his head.

"Were you going through those goddamn spam tweets again, Trick?" He said sternly. Patrick ducked down and nodded underneath his fedora.

'You can only blame your problems on the world for so long. Before it all becomes the same old song.'

Patrick found himself still singing. Pete smiled.

"You still like that song, don't you?" Pete asked.

"It's always been one of my favorites. And- hold up, question, why the hell do the people care if I listen to my own music? I can listen to my music if I wanna!" Patrick ranted, throwing his hands in the air. He always knew how to make Pete laugh, even in the worst situations.

"Where are Joe and Andy?" Pete asked, hanging up his jacket and his fedora he bought to match Patrick's. Patrick smiled at it. He took off his own fedora as he answered,

"No clue," perking his ears forward and running his hands over them to straighten the fur. He caught Pete smiling out of the corner of his eye, looking up.

"What?" He asked. Pete just chuckled and walked into his room.

"Nothing," He called back. A few moments later he heard Pete whistle for him, and headed over to see what he needed. He stopped dead once he saw Pete, belly down, shirtless and laying on his bed.

Pete turned his head around to see Patrick, smiling. "Hey, c'mere." He said, patting the sheets next to him. Patrick blushed hard, slowly making his way over to Pete. He sat down a fair distance away, staring at Pete's phone instead of him.

"No, Patrick, come here." Pete put more emphasis on it this time, in a more demanding manner. Patrick obeyed, scooting closer to Pete. Pete grabbed his neck and pulled him to lay down with him, Patrick yelping at the sudden tug.

Patrick pricked his ears forward as he watched Pete on his phone, his tail swishing back and forth. Pete smiled, as every time it rounded back it smacked him on the butt, and Patrick didn't even realize it.

He decided not to say anything, for he liked it and thought it was adorable. A few moments later, Patrick yawned his squeaky little puppy yawn and closed his eyes. Before long he jolted up, ears alert and tail up. He relaxed seconds later and began falling asleep again.

"Trick, you should go to bed." Pete whispered sweetly. Patrick whimpered and wrapped his arm around Pete's waist, cuddling into his chest. Pete blushed, but cuddled him back. "You wanna sleep with me tonight?" He asked softly. Patrick just barely nodded, then Pete knew he was out. He smiled, kissing Patrick's forehead before adjusting the blanket overtop them both.

"Night, Patrick."