bipolaroid ☹ andtrick

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It was lonely without Andy there, no doubt about that. Patrick couldn't wait until he got discharged. Then he could call him.

He sighed, putting all of his things in the backpack he had brought with him.

Dobby is free.

Pete stood in the doorway. "Did you just make a Harry Potter reference to yourself, Stump?"

The blonde shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Maybe. Get out of the way."

The older man chuckled and moved, putting up his hands in defense.

He then grabbed Patrick by his shirt. "Listen, faggot, I know you have a thing for Hurley. Do yourself a favor and stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble."

Patrick blinked, standing still as Pete walked away.

Nothing but trouble.

...

Click.

"Stop taking pictures of me!" Andy laughed, putting a hand in front of the camera lens. He and Patrick had been dating for a year now.

"But you're so handsome! You'd make a good model."
"I'm too short."
"Height doesn't matter."
"Do you even know how modelling works?"

Patrick shrugged and smiled as he shook the photo. It was a vibrant image of Andy sitting on a bench in front of a bush of pink roses.

Andy pulled Patrick towards him, their lips colliding.

"I love you, Pattycakes."
"I love you, too, An'."