Rain

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"Pete. This is really unnecessary." Patrick stumbles, arms sticking out in front of him.

Pete has to disagree, this is so necessary.

Instead of normally leading him the the gazebo, Pete has thrown a blanket over Patrick so he can't see at all.

"This is so necessary."

"Not really. I know where we are going."

"Maybe I lied." Pete says with a smirk.

Patrick's heart races, what if Andy and Joe were right? What if he's in a big place and Pete will just let the rain fall on him? Patrick hasn't gotten wet yet though, Pete's been extremely cautious.

"I'm kidding." Pete notes the silence.

"Okay." Patrick squeaks.

"Stop!" Pete yells suddenly.

Patrick jumps back, into Pete. "HOLY SHIT."

"Sorry, you were gonna touch the gazebo and it's all wet so."

"Ohhh okay. Thanks." Patrick nods.

"No problem." Pete steps out from behind Patrick and opens the door, wiping his wet hand on his slightly wet jeans.

He's literally soaked from rain.

At least Patrick is okay.

Pete removes the blanket and Pete's eyes widen. There's no light fixture on the inside so Pete strung fairy light all around the inside. It's kinda magical in a way. On the floor, there's a blanket or two and some...

"McDonalds?" Patrick laughs at the brown bags with the golden arch.

"I can't cook." Pete shrugs.

Patrick laughs.

"You like Coke right? Because that's what I got you." Pete points to the large cup.

"Yeah...thank you...you really didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to." Pete shrugs.

Patrick smiles.

"If you don't like dipping sauces we can fight."

"Who doesn't like dipping sauces?" Patrick cocks his head, smiling.

"Trisha Paytas."

"Point taken." Patrick plops down. "Ooh these blankets are fuzzy as hell."

"Right?" Pete sits down too, immediately digging into the bag of food. "They're hypoallergenic and really fucking soft."

Damn, Pete gave a lot of thought to this, more than Patrick thought.

"Here ya go!" Pete hands Pete a red container of fries.

"Thanks!" Patrick eats one, the salty, greasy taste never fails to make his tastebuds sing.

"Do you like chicken nuggets or a burger more because I got both to make sure...?" Pete pauses, elbow deep in the bag.

"Chicken." Patrick nods.

Pete tosses him a 10 piece. "Sauce?"

"Ketchup."

Pete tosses him a pack. "You're boring."

"Hey, leave my sauces alone, Ketchup is delicious."

"I said it was boring not gross." Pete pulls out a handful of sauces, opening them all.

"You like all those?" Patrick raises an eyebrow.

Pete smirks. "Nope. Only a few." Pete grabs a fry and dips it into each one, finishing in the white ranch, which is now multicolored and gross.