Patrick wearily opened his eyes, adjusting them to the thin shafts of sunlight peeking through the closed blinds. He smiled and closed his eyes again -- when suddenly, a voice next to him said, "Hey, Patrick."
Patrick re-opened his eyes and looked over at Pete, laying in bed next to him. "Hey, Pete," the fedorable man greeted. Speaking of fedoras, Patrick reached over onto the nightstand and picked up his fedora, placing it on his chest. "Good, you're safe," he said. "Are you talking to the fedora?" Pete asked, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. "Yes, I am," Patrick said, slightly defensive. "His name is Harrison, and he's the-- what are you doing stop laughing!" "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Pete said, seeing the hurt in Patrick's eyes. "Really, I am." "You'd better be," Patrick said, still hurt. Pete wrapped his arms around Patrick and hugged him close. "Don't pout, Patrick," he soothed. "It doesn't look good on you."
Patrick smiled and turned around, looking into Pete's beautiful dark brown eyes. Pete gazed equally fondly into Patrick's unique blueish-green ones, and the bandmates lay there for a moment, just staring.
As the boys lay together, Patrick slowly closed his eyes, slipping into a light slumber. I could stay like this forever... just you and me, Pete, until the Earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away. He opened his eyes, right as Pete flinched back, breathing in rapidly. Confused, Patrick began to speak. "Pete--"
"ACHOOOOO!!"
"HOLY SMOKES!!" Patrick cried out, tumbling out of the bed in fear. Pete leaned over the bed and looked down at him, snickering. "Pete! Why'd you do that?" Patrick asked. "I can't control my sneezes," Pete shrugged. He extended a hand to Patrick, who accepted it. "You should probably get out of bed. It's 8:00," Patrick said, standing up and looking at the clock. "Alright, fine," Pete replied, sliding out of bed and wrapping his arms around Patrick, who returned the embrace. "Thanks, Pete-- DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!" Patrick turned to glare at Pete, who was barely holding in his laughter.
"....MEMED IT!" Pete burst out.
"I need some coffee..." Patrick groaned. "And a Tylenol."
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The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book
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