Tails Of A Love Triangle {Collab}

Chapter 1

{Fleeger} the picture above is Patrick's outfit so you can have a visual. I'll draw up the others too on my parts. I'll be doing odd chapters, baileywolfy will be doing evens. Hope you enjoy!!!

Patrick walked in the classroom that Monday, expecting nothing out of the ordinary to happen. He was extremely shy at school, being one of the few half-dogs there. Everyone else had some other animal part to them.

Andy Hurley, for example, was part cat. Pete Wentz part bat, Joe Trohman part deer, Brendon Urie part Monkey, and so forth. Patrick was one of the 13 half-dogs left on Earth, and one of the 3 in the US. The other two were across the country and were brother and sister.

He flicked his tail nervously as he sat next to his science partner, which happened to be one of his friends, Pete. Andy and Joe sat behind them, while Brendon and Ryan Ross sat on the other side of the room. His ears burned up under his hat as he stared at his crush in front of him, Elisa Yao.

But there was one thing wrong with this situation.

Pete and Andy were both bisexual, and both happened to like Patrick. Neither knew the other liked him, but both knew he had eyes for another. Patrick himself had liked a guy before, and decided to ignore it. He moved on to Elisa, a pretty popular girl with long brown hair and the most beautiful wings and feathered tail Patrick had seen.

Patrick liked Elisa. Andy and Pete liked Patrick. Joe liked Andy. Elisa liked Brendon. Brendon liked Ryan. Ryan liked Brendon.

See the issue?

Patrick's tail flicked shyly and his face blushed brightly as Elisa turned to look at him. She smiled, for she considered the boy a friend. She admired his fashion sense, especially the fedoras he always wore and his thick black glasses. His rare dog parts were really cute on him, too. The fact that he was really shy just made him adorable. But the thing she loved most about him was his voice.

Patrick never sang in public or when he knew someone else was around. His social anxiety didn't let him. He had wanted to try choir one year, but he couldn't bring himself to sing in front of even just the teacher. He was in the choir room one day by himself after school, singing one of his favorite songs when Elisa passed by.

"I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while; and she will, be loved. She will, be loved...."

Elisa stopped dead when she heard him. She peeked through the glass to see Patrick standing there in a red cardigan with black jeans and black boots, his soft light brown hair flowing out from under his black fedora, singing his heart out. He looked so happy, so at home and so comfortable- you'd have thought he was a completely different person.

She stepped in, smiling and applauding him softly as he finished the song. Patrick gasped, stepping back and blushing madly, eyes wide. He covered his mouth with his hands, his too-long cardigan sleeves over them.

"H-how long were you standing there....?" He asked quietly. Elisa smiled more.

"Since the first chorus- Jeez, your voice is amazing! I've never heard anyone as good as you. You seriously need show that to Mr. Daniels!" She said excitedly, Mr. Daniels was the music teacher. Patrick shook his head rapidly, covering his face with his fedora and exposing his ears, which he never did. Elisa looked up at them as they flattened and flicked around.

"Awh! They're so adorable...." She said sweetly. Patrick rushed out of the room embarrassed, shoving the fedora back on his head.

That was the only time she'd heard him sing, but she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to. She turned back around, talking to her best friend Meagan Camper, who happened to like  Pete. Patrick's blush eased a little, tail flicking wildly behind him and occasionally hitting Andy's legs.

Andy was somehow turned on by the teasing of Patrick's tail just barely hitting his knees. He was too focused on watching his the boy's tail to notice the growing bulge in his jeans. But Joe certainly noticed.

He couldn't take his eyes off it, having to close his eyes in order not to stare. Thank God for Andy being too distracted with Patrick. But- oh. Joe could have Andy. It's not like he was taken or anything. But he was just the issue:

Patrick.