[idk filler]
"I just don't get it!" I yelled pacing my living room "How could she want him again after everything he's done!? It just makes absolutely no sense!" I looked at Pete. He had a bored look on his face. Probably since he'd been listening to me rant about this all day. "I'm sorry. This is just all so hard to fathom. I've been bitching your ear off all day about this"
"It's alright Patrick" he said.
"We should do something. Let's go do something"
"Like what?" he asked. I sped over to him and sat on his lap. He looked up at me.
"Let's go see a movie" I said.
"A movie?" he asked.
"Yeah. Let's have a date night" I smiled a little bit.
"A date night? Surrounded by humans? In a dark theater? No. Patrick not a good idea" I frowned.
"Awh Please. Okay how about bowling?" I asked.
"I hate bowling" he mumbled.
"You hate everything" I pouted.
"What about ice skating?" he asked. I bit my lip and shrugged.
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"How do you keep falling!?" he yelled laughing at me. I pouted and he helped me up. Us and two other people were the only ones at the rink. "Follow my lead" He held my hands tightly in his facing me. He started skating backwards with ease pulling me along.
"How are you so good at this?" I asked.
"I'm a hundred and thirty eight years old Patrick" He glided across the rink with ease.
"Okay don't you dare let go of me" I said.
"Calm down I won't" I was actually ice skating now which was cool "Wait I lied" he dropped my hands. I stared in shock for a second before hitting a wall and falling to my ass. I stared up at the ceiling then he was looking down at me smirking.
"I want a divorce" I mumbled. He laughed and I couldn't help but smile. His smile was a contagious one. "Help me up you fucking wonton"
"Wonton?" he asked.
"Yes. You are a wonton"
"I uh, oh" He mumbled scratching his head.
