I Do I Did

Forty Three

"You look fuckable as hell right now!"

Brendon walked around his best friend to get a look at him from every side. Cream colored pants, light blue button up folded at his forearms, black bowtie, black suspenders, and of course the infamous Pradas. Ryan sort of had a thing for Prada.

"I don't feel fuckable." Patrick stared at himself in the long mirror. "I feel like a school boy in these suspenders. And why don't my pants cover my ankles? Why is my shirt tucked in? And why-"

"Hey!" Brendon grabbed his shoulders to calm him down. "It's fashion. And that's how it's supposed to be."

"No one knows fashion like your Ryan."

"No one knows how to be an asshole like Ryan." He covered his mouth with his hand. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I keep making this about me and it's your day-"

"Its okay, Brendon. I don't mind and Pete isn't here."

"Are you sure?" He slid his hand from his mouth and eyed him warily.

"Of course. You're my best friend. I care about your feelings.

"Girrrrl!" Brendon stretched out the words as he sat on the bed. "Ryan is such a dick!"

"What happened this time?" Patrick sat down beside him.

"You know about the whole thing with me tripping out about Pete, right?"

"Uh huh."

"Well last night Ryan comes to bed hella late. So I'm all, what took you so long? And he's all, stuff. Stuff? Stuff?! He was alone with Pete the entire day almost. What the hell were they doing? How can you not worry about that shit?"

"Because I trust, Pete." Patrick smiled to himself. "And even though Ryan is still a little pissed at me, I trust him too." Patrick turned to face his friend. Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Ryan loves you, Bren."

"Yeah yeah, but look at Pete."

"I do. All the time. I stare someti-"

"He's successful, hot, smart, sexy, and have you seen that smile?" He sighed dramatically. "And don't even get me started on his chest or his abs. I could write thesis papers on his huge-"

"Brendon!" Patrick elbowed him roughly in his side.

"I was going to say bank account." He rubbed his side gently. "Calm down boy."

"Watch it."

"You don't think Pete ever thinks of Ryan that way?"

"Nope!"

Patrick stood up and grabbed his fedora from the dresser. He placed it on his head carefully. Making sure not to mess up the style Brendon spent so long creating.

"Come on, Pat. Ryan's hot. He has way more in common with Pete. They've known each other for years-"

"That's exactly why it wouldn't work! It's too familiar. It'd be like you and I fucking."

"Wait, you wouldn't fuck me?"

"No, Brendon." He laughed. "You're like my sister."

"But like a sister you'd want to secretly fuck, right?"

"Brendon, this is ridiculous." Patrick turned away from the mirror. "And we have to get going soon. Listen, Pete isn't fucking Ryan. That's all there is to it!"

"Ryan can be really seductive. I hated him when we first met. Now look at us! Having hate sex every few hours."

"That's way more than I needed or wanted to know."