September 25, 2013

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by cairbu

by cairbu

Patrick

"No, you have to tell me what happened!" I leaned against the counter, rolling my eyes. "I wouldn't have told you at all if you hadn't finally remembered, 'oh yeah, Patrick went on a date two days ago!'" Ryan scoffed, using a sponge to scrub the dishes. "You need to tell us everything, Patrick! You can't keep the details from us!"

I looked at him, unamused as Brendon slid in the kitchen with his socks. "Patty! My man! So, what went down?" I turned to Ryan, raising my eyebrows. "Both of you live with me, and you didn't ask until now?" Brendon held up his hands in surrender, almost crashing into the fridge as Ryan almost dropped a dish because of it.

"Patrick, just tell us." I sighed, pulling out a barstool and resting my elbows on the kitchen island as I answered, "The friend that was supposed to come didn't show up. It happened again for the third time." Brendon gasped, scooting over to me. "Patrick, I'm so sorry. I thought he was different. That he'd come."

Ryan sent me a sympathetic look as I went on, "Then I was about to leave and this random guy sat down and rescued me from embarrassment. People were staring at me, you know?" Brendon slipped on his socks, grabbing the counter as he shrieked, "You didn't even tell me! Who was he? Did you get his number? Did he want to have se-" "Brendon! Not everything has to do with sex!"

He shrugged, about to argue with me about that when I said, "His name's Pete, I did get his phone number, and no, Brendon, you can't have it, and yeah, he saved me from the judgement of a bunch of random people, so I'd say he's cool. And nice."

Ryan held out his hand, Brendon high fiving him as I rolled my eyes. "This doesn't mean your little matchmaking thing worked. You didn't set me up with him. He came to me." Ryan scoffed. "It's obvious you like him, though. Good enough for us. Anyway, you should invite him over to meet us."

"God, you act like you're my parents," Brendon shrugged as I went on, "I told him he could come over anytime. Now that I've seen your reaction, however," I said, sending a glare at Brendon, "I'm having second thoughts." "No, please! I'll make Brendon shut up, I just want to meet him. He sounds cool." Ryan pleaded, and I sighed as I agreed. "Fine."

"But this doesn't mean you bring up anything about me. He doesn't need to know anything yet, especially not the whole...insecurity thing. I don't...I just don't want to scare him away."

They both nodded, Ryan grabbing a towel to dry off the dishes he'd just washed, as Brendon took a seat on a barstool next to mine. "We get it, Patrick. No embarrassing comments." Ryan glanced over his shoulder at me, concerned. "Didn't your stutter come when he talked to you?"

My eyes widened, and I excitedly sat up as I replied, "No, actually! I mean, it was there at first, but it went away, which it never does without you guys there!" Brendon patted my shoulder, picking the peel off of an orange that had been laying on the counter as he popped it into his mouth. "I'm proud of you, Patrick." came his muffled reply.

Ryan dropped the towel by the sink after putting the dishes away, walking over to us. "That's actually...kind of weird, isn't it?" I shrugged. "Yeah. But I'm just glad it went away." He nodded, and I continued. "I'll tell Pete to come over sometime. But," I reminded them, "nothing embarrassing. Remember." Brendon raised his eyebrows.

"Sheesh. I get it." I rolled my eyes, sliding off the barstool as Brendon did the same. "Well, I'm heading to bed. I swear, if you idiots keep me up with your disgusting habits, I will actually murder you both." Ryan just snorted as Brendon gasped, "Uncalled for!" I rolled my eyes, patting Brendon on the shoulder and brushing past him.

I mean, Brendon could usually keep his immaturity to a minimum when he wanted to. And that's what I wanted him to do around Pete.

Hopefully he wanted to do that too.