From: Joe Trohman [7:22 PM]
Message: yo man where r u?
From: Joe Trohman [7:22 PM]
Message: hey patrick y r u not home yet? where r u?
From: Joe Trohman [7:25 PM]
Message: patrick! message me already pls
From: Joe Trohman [7:27 PM]
Message: patrick pls txt me back did something happen?
From: Joe Trohman [7:28 PM]
Message: psst patrick im dying here pls txt back
To: Joe Trohman [8:13 PM]
Message: Sorry, sorry. Wasn't able to check my phone. Can you please pick me up?
From: Joe Trohman [8:13 PM]
Message: dude! what the fuck u scared me! but ok imma be there
From: Joe Trohman [8:14 PM]
Message: wait i thought u will just ride a cab? or is it a sudden change of heart towards my dearly beloved courtney? ;)
To: Joe Trohman [8:14 PM]
Message: Just get your ass here. I can't use the cab. Something happened.
From: Joe Trohman [8:15 PM]
Message: sounds serious. u sure ur ok?
To: Joe Trohman [8:16 PM]
Message: I'm perfectly alright. I'll tell you when we get home. Still in Decaydance, just please come here ASAP. I would really appreciate it.
From: Joe Trohman [8:16 PM]
Message: okie dokie be there in 20
*~*
"What the fuck happened to you?"
Damn, Joe, back at it again with the f-bombs.
"Long story," Patrick sighed in exhaustion as he climbed inside Joe's car, getting on the shotgun seat. He mentally cursed at himself and made a mental note not to let Joe, of all the people he knows, pick him up from practically anywhere next time. Patrick even reconsidered for a moment if he should give the Jewish man the cream cheese bagels that he had brought with him.
Maybe he should have taken his boss' offer earlier. Maybe his driver was a much lesser asshole than his supposedly best friend.
"No, dude, we're talking about this"—Joe motioned at the bloodstains on the front of Patrick's shirt—"right the fuck now. I need answers, man."
Patrick sighed, running a hand over his face tiredly. Joe only looked at him at horror, probably wondering 'holy shit, what the actual fuck just happened to Patrick?!'. "Look, it's a long story, alright? I promise, I'll tell you everything when we get back to our apartment."
Joe visibly hesitated on turning the car engine back on. Patrick just seriously wanted to punch his nose. "Please tell me you didn't kill anyone." Obviously, the "or else I'm not driving you anywhere without an answer and I'm fucking calling the police" went unsaid, but Patrick knew that Joe could be really paranoid sometimes, perhaps even more paranoid than he was.
"Joseph Mark Trohman, if you don't start driving right now, I'm going to kick you in the nuts."
"As if you can," Joe snorted loudly as the engine finally came back to life. Patrick turned to glare at him, but Joe just waved it off. Well, at least that somewhat cleared the tension in the car. "No offense, Patrick, but I bet your short legs couldn't even reach my balls. You also didn't answer the question, mind you."
"I'll explain later. I just wanna fucking go home, Joe."
"But you still didn't answer—"
"Just fucking drive, Joe. God."
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On the Bad Side of 25 [Peterick AU]
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