The Storm Comes Before The Rainbow

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Should I make a spam book?

Turns out Brendon sustained two injuries. His lower leg snapped in two and he was casted from heel to knee. He picked a yellow cast because it's flashy and bright and people will want to sign it. He was actually going to pick Black so he could continue hunting down Mr Semicolon. Brendon admitted he has an idea who it was but on his concussion came with a small amount of memory loss.

And of course he lost his idea of who it was.

Brendon does insist it was pretty moving.

He sobered up off the meds and was able to give a description of the car, that's all.

Dark.

Compact.

Sleek.

He almost mentioned he feels like he's been around it before.

It's familiar.

But they went home late last night. It wasn't until 1:35am when Pete and Patrick curled up next to one another in their bed.

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"I'm fine." Patrick restates into the phone.

"Patrick, I don't know what this persons next move is or if they two things are connected." Pete frowns.

Patrick decided to leave 10 minute sago to walk to Brendon's. He wants it visit his bedridden friend. Pete was out grabbing a few things from the store and was extremely concerned when he didn't see Patrick upon returning.

"Baby, I promise I'll be safe."it's only a 25 minute walk."

"You really should have waited."

He doesn't blame Pete for being like this. In any other situation, he would've called Pete somewhat overprotective. He gets it though. Someone is after them and quite possibly their friends. Pete needs to make sure Patrick's alright.

"It's a nice day and I could use some exercise. All I do is eat, sleep, and make out with you."

"Sex counts as an exercise!" Pete protests.

"Yeah, I definitely did that in my physical education class."

"Shut up. I bet you're naked under those clothes." Pete teases.

"I bet you shower naked, you slut." Patrick hisses into the phone, a smile on his face.

"I'm not the slut."

"Yes you are."

"Well a few night ago, you were calling yourself-"

"You can stop now." Patrick smiles sweetly.

"It's not like people are listening."

"I dunno maybe people can hear you."

"HEY EVERYONE!" Pete shouts, causing Patrick to rip away the receiver. "MY BOYFRIEND IS MY LITTLE SLUTBAG."

"PETE!" Patrick snaps.

"I'm kidding! You're not my little slutbag. You're my precious little angel."

Patrick blushes. "You're adorable."

"Debatebale." Pete rolls his eyes.

"I'm almost at Brendon's. Gotta go. I love you."

"Okay, Bye, Love. I love you too."