Chapter 17

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oK IS ANYONE GONNA GO SEE PANIC! AT THE DISCO ON APRIL 4th??? IM GOING AND IM SO FUCKING SHOOK

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"-like you a lot." Pete whispered the last part, but Patrick was fast asleep.

He sighed, firmly hugging and cuddling Patrick, but not to the point where he would hurt him. Soon, he was fast asleep, with Patrick in his arms.

*time skip to a few hours later*

"diD YOU GUYS FUCK YET?!?" Patrick and Pete were woken up when Brendon banged on the door.

"Ugh, no, beebo! Go awayyyy!" Patrick whined.

"Fine then, bitch," Brendon said sassily. "Go find your own waffles then, damn."

"WAFFLES!" Patrick screeched with excitement.

"Pancakes are better," Pete said, laughing at Patrick's horrified expression. "What?"

"How dare you?"

"Pancakes are way better than waffles, it's just a fact."

"Lies.....Lies everywhere."

"Oh, shut up, Patrick." Pete playfully shoved Patrick.

"Fuck you and your dumb pancakes."

"Race you there!" Pete jumped out of the bed and raced to the kitchen after throwing the door open.

"Ugh."

"RYAN!" Pete ran into the kitchen, Patrick following behind.

"Yes, my child?"

"Pete's an ass face!" Patrick interrupted before Pete could say anything.

"Hey!" Pete defended himself.

Brendon snorted, making Ryan glare at him, then look back at Patrick with a smirk. "And why is Pete an ass face?"

"Who sat on Pete's face?" Josh asked, walking into the kitchen, shirtless.

"Patrick sat on Pete's face? What?" Tyler joined the conversation, also coming into kitchen, but with Josh's shirt on.

"Pete tried to say pancakes were better than waffles!" Patrick ignored Josh and Tyler, pointing accusingly at Pete.

"Ew, pancakes," Tyler said, scrunching up his face. "Gross."

"Same," Josh agreed.

"What the fucking hell, Pete?" Ryan threw his arms up. "I did not raise my child this way!"

"Me neither!" Brendon yelled.

"I'm sorry I'll never be like you!" Pete screeched.

"Shut up and eat your damn waffles, Pete," Ryan ordered. "Now, Peter."

Pete looked at Brendon desperately. "Help me," he mouthed, pointing at Ryan.

"Sorry, can't do that. Gotta agree with the babe," Brendon shrugged. "Your mother is the boss..."

"Yeah. Except for in the bedroom," Patrick said in a sing-song voice as he basically inhaled his waffles. (Bitch me too)

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THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER BCUZ FUCK YOU (JK JK)

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