After the girl left with her drink, the barista gave me a confused look. He didn't speak though. He stared at me as if trying to place me somewhere, and I looked down uncomfortably.
I chucked my cup into the trash and left for the studio. Recording went so fast it was unbelievable.
"Pete, can Ryan and I come back to your place?" Brendon, from the band I'm recording says.
"You were too loud last time, I don't know." 😏😏
"Pleeeeaaaasssse?" He begged, I finally gave in.
"Fine. Just don't be loud." I said. I'm really tired of them fucking in my basement.
"Thank you!" He said hugging me tightly. I may just be recording his band, but where really close friends.
I drive home tired as fuck. I spent my whole day on some girly coffee drink. I stop at the same Starbucks again to get a more "manly" drink. Manly being the same frappe but with two extra shots of expresso.
"Patrick can you get this order?" The barista shouted towards the back. The same guy from earlier nods and goes to the coffee machine. Damn he must have a long shift.
He finally got it done and called my name.
"Have a nice day." He said in that earily familiar voice.
"You too." I say turning and walking away.
-time skip-
I sit down on my bed and take my shoes off. I stare at the tacky white intercom that determines life, basically. Just kidding, but to me it feels that way. I'm almost thirty, and I've yet to answer.
Long story short, every house has an intercom, and it's connected to someone else's, that someone else is supposedly your soulmate.
But now, there is something new on the intercom, two letters. A p and an a. Weird ass little box.
You're fucking welcome
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Intercom (Peterick)
FanfictionEvery house is programmed with an intercom. The intercom connects two house. But your soulmate is in the other house. This would be amazing, except Patrick's doesn't speak back and he's starting to loose hope for finding his soulmate. Until Patrick...
