Given that Mike Richards is one of Johnny's bros, it's not altogether surprising that Patrick gets second-or-third-hand experience with the convoluted mess of emotions that is the relationship between Carts and Richie. Johnny's the sort of ass who texts his friends during movie time with Patrick, which would probably be annoying if Patrick hadn't perfected the art of rolling onto Johnny to sneak a glance at the screen just in case Johnny's complaining about Patrick's taste in movies. Again.
They're right in the middle of a Twilight marathon - or rather, Patrick's in the middle of a Twilight marathon; Johnny hasn't even started - and all of a sudden Johnny throws his phone across the room in disgust.
"Woah," says Patrick. "I didn't know you were Team Edward."
"Of course I'm Team Edward," replies Johnny irritably. "He's the one who wins in the end. Fuck, I hope my phone isn't broken."
"If you want to keep your phone in good shape, you probably shouldn't be chucking it at walls," says Patrick slowly.
"Fuck off," says Johnny. He flaps a hand in the general direction of the phone. "Get me my phone?"
"Get it yourself," Patrick mutters, but he slides off the couch anyway. "What's your problem today? Didn't win all your face-offs at practice?"
"I won all the ones I had against you," scoffs Johnny, the arrogant dick. Patrick rolls his eyes. There's a reason he doesn't play center anymore, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
"You've got like, a dozen texts from Mike Richards," he tells Johnny. "I thought you said he was the quiet type."
"Ignore them, they're not important."
Okay, it's like Johnny wants Patrick to see the texts. Patrick taps in the passcode with one hand and hauls himself back to the couch with the other. He's not that drunk; he's just too tired to walk or whatever people usually do to move around.
"You look like a walrus," snorts Johnny.
"Your mom looks like a walrus," Patrick retorts, then claps a hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean it."
Johnny snorts again. Patrick throws the phone at him.
"Check your own damn messages."
"I don't want to hear from Mike ever again," Johnny groans, and yeah, Patrick knows he's being baited, but he can't help tackling Johnny and digging his elbows into Johnny's abs until Patrick knows what the hell Mike Richards has done to piss Johnny off so much.
A SAMPLE OF TEXTS SENT FROM MICHAEL RICHARDS TO JONATHAN TOEWS IN THE MONTH OF JULY 2011
FUCKING FLYERS.
Flyers don't know meaning of loyalty.
Probably because none of them speak very good english.
THEY FUCKING TRADED CARTSY.
Can't believe they fucked carts over too. Sucks to be traded, sucks more to be traded after being told you wouldn't be.
LA sucks.
LA is okay, better than philly of course but too big.
should I book a plane ticket to columbus? Just for a weekend or something.
How soon is too soon for traded players to be traded again?
Don't tell anyone okay but I really miss jeff.
Jeff and I talked today we should all catch up sometime now that we're in the same conference y/y?
You ever think about what would happen if they traded you and kane?
"Okay," says Patrick, dropping the phone into Johnny's lap with a grimace, "I see your point."
They're right in the middle of a Twilight marathon - or rather, Patrick's in the middle of a Twilight marathon; Johnny hasn't even started - and all of a sudden Johnny throws his phone across the room in disgust.
"Woah," says Patrick. "I didn't know you were Team Edward."
"Of course I'm Team Edward," replies Johnny irritably. "He's the one who wins in the end. Fuck, I hope my phone isn't broken."
"If you want to keep your phone in good shape, you probably shouldn't be chucking it at walls," says Patrick slowly.
"Fuck off," says Johnny. He flaps a hand in the general direction of the phone. "Get me my phone?"
"Get it yourself," Patrick mutters, but he slides off the couch anyway. "What's your problem today? Didn't win all your face-offs at practice?"
"I won all the ones I had against you," scoffs Johnny, the arrogant dick. Patrick rolls his eyes. There's a reason he doesn't play center anymore, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
"You've got like, a dozen texts from Mike Richards," he tells Johnny. "I thought you said he was the quiet type."
"Ignore them, they're not important."
Okay, it's like Johnny wants Patrick to see the texts. Patrick taps in the passcode with one hand and hauls himself back to the couch with the other. He's not that drunk; he's just too tired to walk or whatever people usually do to move around.
"You look like a walrus," snorts Johnny.
"Your mom looks like a walrus," Patrick retorts, then claps a hand over his mouth. "I didn't mean it."
Johnny snorts again. Patrick throws the phone at him.
"Check your own damn messages."
"I don't want to hear from Mike ever again," Johnny groans, and yeah, Patrick knows he's being baited, but he can't help tackling Johnny and digging his elbows into Johnny's abs until Patrick knows what the hell Mike Richards has done to piss Johnny off so much.
A SAMPLE OF TEXTS SENT FROM MICHAEL RICHARDS TO JONATHAN TOEWS IN THE MONTH OF JULY 2011
FUCKING FLYERS.
Flyers don't know meaning of loyalty.
Probably because none of them speak very good english.
THEY FUCKING TRADED CARTSY.
Can't believe they fucked carts over too. Sucks to be traded, sucks more to be traded after being told you wouldn't be.
LA sucks.
LA is okay, better than philly of course but too big.
should I book a plane ticket to columbus? Just for a weekend or something.
How soon is too soon for traded players to be traded again?
Don't tell anyone okay but I really miss jeff.
Jeff and I talked today we should all catch up sometime now that we're in the same conference y/y?
You ever think about what would happen if they traded you and kane?
"Okay," says Patrick, dropping the phone into Johnny's lap with a grimace, "I see your point."
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