By: meh.
Pete leaned into the mirror, caressing his gorgeous face. His stubbly face.
Patrick knocked on the wooden paneled door. "Almost done in there? We need to get going..."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be right out."
Pete sighed and looked down. As he gripped the bathroom door handle, he glanced up.
Turning the handle, he stepped into the cozy hallway. "Finally!" Patrick exclaimed as his face lit up. "Don't worry, you look fine."
Pete and Patrick had a double date at a bar a few doors down. You could say they were nervous.
They walked down the hallway into the living room. "Got everything?" Patrick snickered. "No turning back now."
Pete nodded and took the lead outside. It was a chilly autumn night and he immediately started shivering.
"Forgot something?" Patrick playfully said, standing in the doorway and holding Pete's jacket.
Pete turned around and snatched the leather jacket from Patrick. "Geez, could've said thank you at least," Patrick mumbled, the smile quickly disappearing from his face as he walked to the car.
"Sorry! I'm just... nervous," Pete apologized.
"S'all alright. Promise, if I get drunk, you'll carry me home?" Patrick smiled.
"Only if you'll do the same."
Patrick laughed. "Fine."
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We don't have to talk,
We don't have to dance,
We don't have to dance!
"His voice is like a sexy chainsaw, I swear," Patrick smiled as he nudged Pete. "Something wrong?"
Pete turned to Patrick, sighing. "That girl you set me up with left."
"Oh. Well, you'll get 'em next time!" Patrick encouraged.
"Doubt it. Nobody likes me," Pete joked.
"I do." Patrick stopped smiling and stared into Pete's brown eyes.
"I was joking, man," Pete laughed.
Patrick awkwardly started laughing along. "Well... I gotta get back to my date. See ya later."
THE END OF PART 1
PART 2 COMING SOON
The song mentioned was We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black btw
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Band Fanfiction (One-Shots)
FanficAn assortment of fanfiction that includes but is not limited to the emo quartet. Written by my good friend @LostKilljoy_ and me.
