remember me as i was, not as i am...
I was wandering through my stories folder and realized I have even more fic that I was never going to finish than I had originally thought. So, here's part two of the unwritten meme. Enjoy, I guess?
Heroes, Sylar/Peter Petrelli
It wasn't the first time Peter had to make a decision between what he wanted and what was right -it was, however, the first time he was even considering doing what he wanted.
His father had been very skilled at applying the pressure to get his sons to do what he wanted; the phrase “Think of the family,” had been said as often as some other families used “I love you,”.
Peter quickly learned that there were two categories when it came to his actions and desires; what he wanted and what was right -for the family, for their station in life, for what his father had decided his life was going to be.
Wrestling, CM Punk/Colt Cabana
Colt wasn't surprised that there was a wolf following him; regardless of what Punk may have thought about how sly he was, even Colt couldn't fail to notice being stalked by a white and gray wolf every month.
It probably would have worried him if he didn't already know that the wolf was his best friend.
Punk might be good at keeping secrets, but Colt was no slouch, either. After all, Punk had no idea that Colt knew he was a werewolf -and had known for almost ten years now.
What caught Colt's interest this time was that Punk was only a half a block or so behind him. Usually, Punk stayed far enough away from him that Colt could barely tell he was there. Up until now, the only way he had known that Punk was around, was this weird second sense that kicked in whenever he was near Punk; it worked when Punk was furry just as well as when he wasn't.
Bandom (Fall Out Boy), Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump; this was suppose to be a new band signing to DD and getting a first hand look at their bosses' Big Gay Love Affair, but I couldn't get it to come together.
It was the weirdest meeting Ian had ever been to.
Even getting the call that Decaydance was interested in signing them had seemed surreal; it wasn't just that they didn't play the kind of music that Decaydance usually signed, it was that plus where they were from, who their parents were -it seemed off, that was all. But when Nash had pointed that out, Pete Wentz (Pete Wentz, the bassist from Fall Out Boy, ex-husband of Ashlee Simpson, clothing and media mogul had called them himself; it boggled Ian's mind) had just answered, “Look, you guys are talented, that's what matters. Plus, 'Trick gave you guys the seal of approval and his instincts are never wrong. At least fly out to LA and have a meeting with us about it.”
Ryan and Jamie had done their usual back and forth bitching with Nash throwing his two cents in every few minutes; none of them had been sure about even just going for a meeting but Ian had argued for it -and for signing with them, for that matter; as he pointed out to his band, Decaydance wasn't a big label but every artist they had signed to them were hugely successful, going platinum at least once, if not multiple times.
Maybe they agreed with Ian or maybe they were just surprised that their usually laid back friend had argued for something so vehemently, either way, they all decided to put together a small demo and shipped it out to LA and agreed on a meeting at the end of the month.
Star Trek: AOS, Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
It started at a party.
They spent the first hour they met trying to one-up each other in a drunken slur of words and syllables that had Zach practically vibrating with glee. After that, they spent the rest of the night drinking all the wine they could get their hands on and gossiping like vicious twelve year old girls.
He got Chris's number and stumbled home with Kristen when she came to collect him; he took great delight in informing that her “fag hag services would no longer be needed, since I've found someone with actual junk to hang out with.” Kristen had just rolled her eyes, kissed his forehead and made sure Noah went outside before she locked his house up and left.
A few days later, Zach ran into Chris at the gym; when he found out they both had the same trainer and that they lived only a few blocks away from each other it sealed the deal as far as he was concerned -he had a new best friend. The fact that they got along better then some people Zach had known for years was just a bonus.
They ran into each other all over town, too; coffee shops, restaurants, parties. Before Zach knew exactly what was happening, he had the extra key to Chris's apartment and Chris had one for his house. It wasn't until he stumbled out of the shower and headed straight for the cup of coffee that Chris had sitting on counter for him, that he realized that this thing between them had gone beyond friendship and had entered a new, gray area for him.
“I walked Noah.” Chris offered without looking up from the paper spread out in front of him.“And I fed Harold, too,”
Zach grunted and took another gulp of coffee with his eyes closed so he could properly enjoy the rush of caffeine.
“You're welcome,” Chris told him, correctly interpreting Zach's pre-caffiene noises. “There's bagels in the bag,” he added as he filled in another space in the cross word puzzle.
Zach made another noise -this one between appreciation and annoyance- and grabbed a chocolate chip bagel out of the bag. He sat down across from Chris and drank some more coffee before he broke off a piece of the bagel and popped it into his mouth.
“You know I have no will power over carbs,” Zach accused and pointed his finger at him. “If my thighs get any bigger, I'm sending you the bill from Mike.”
“You're welcome,” Chris repeated, smirking when he glanced at Zach and saw him eating more of the bagel. “Eight letters, third letter's 'r', blue.”
“Cerulean.” Zach answered after a second.
“Thanks,” Chris said offhandedly, stopping to scratch Noah's ears when he wandered over.
All in all, it was a normal morning when they were both in town at the same time -which was kind of strange in itself, but Zach just shrugged it off and ignored it.
By the time they started shooting Star Trek, it was obvious to everyone that they were attached at the hip; Kristen still showed up at his house whenever the hell she felt like it and they still went to lunch and parties, and she was still usually the one who drove home, but now she usually had two drunk idiots to corral instead of one.
It should have been uncomfortable for the rest of the cast to get along with them; they already had their own rhythm, their own jokes and the ease that comes from knowing another person inside and out. But it wasn't; maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just that JJ was that good at putting together movies and casts, but they automatically clicked with each other. They hung out on off days together, meeting up for coffee and drinks whenever they could. They took turns teasing Anton about how young he was and got him into clubs so he could get drunk illegally like every other teenager in America did.
Chris and John bonded over going to Berkeley -and Karl, Zack and Zoe bonded over teasing them for being “California Boys”. Simon and Karl absolutely delighted in making fun of the Americans and they all took turns teaching each other curse words in different languages -Italian, French, Russian, Spanish, Scottish Gaelic, Maori and Korean, to be exact. Anton tried to teach Chris bass when he mentioned wanting to learn and ended up in hysterics halfway through their first lesson and used his phone to film it and sent it to everyone else.
When Zoe started dating Bradley, he had to get the “if-you-hurt-her-I'll-gut-you-with-my-bare-hands” speech six different times, from each of them; including Anton, who barely came up to Bradley's forehead and was half his age, but still managed to sound and look threatening. And when he proposed right after they finished filming, Zoe called them and announced that they were all going to be in the wedding party whether they wanted to be or not.
When John had to leave the set early because Kerri went into labor two weeks before she was supposed to, they all left as soon as they could get into normal clothes; Zach peeled his ears off in the car while Chris drove them to the hospital. Ten hours later, an exhausted John stumbled into the waiting room to find Chris and Zach passed out and leaning on each other, Anton curled up on a chair and snoring, Karl stretched out on the floor, face down and Zoe sitting straight up, looking completely perfect but with her eyes closed. The resulting celebration once they all woke up got everyone -except John- kicked out of the hospital.
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel
The first time Castiel saw Dean Winchester he was only a few months old; he slipped into the infant's room and found it hard to believe that the baby sleeping so quietly would one day be called on to be Micheal's vessel.
His orders were to watch the Winchester family; their place in the forthcoming Apocalypse had been assured from the beginning and it was part of Castiel's duty to see that certain events unfolded the way they were meant to.
He doesn't watch them all the time -Castiel has other duties he has to see to on his Father's behest and the Winchesters aren't his only charges. The time when Dean will need his full attention is decades away; only a second in time for Castiel but for Dean it would seem much longer.
He stops by on and off over the next few years.
Castiel was there when Dean took his first steps, said his first words and when Mary and John tell him he's going to be a big brother. Dean didn't react jealously like so many children did, he nodded and assured both his parents that he would look after his baby brother no matter what happened.
Mary laughed and ruffled his hair while John pointed out that they didn't know if the new baby was going to be a boy or a girl; Dean just fixed them with a pitying look -he knew he would have a little brother and that was that.
Castiel was there when they brought baby Sam home; he looks at the baby with...well, not distaste -he is an angel, not a human with human emotions and feelings- but with full knowledge of what the tiny infant sleeping peacefully in his crib would wrought one day.
And he was there a few months later when Azazel showed up, saw through the haze of smoke and flame when John thrusted Sam into Dean's arms and told him to bring his brother outside and wait in the yard for him.
What no one knew -not even Castiel; who, decades down the road would look back at that moment in time and know it was true- was that with one gesture, John had changed more events then he could ever understand. Castiel had been told that it would be John that carried Sam out of the fire and this was the first time that things didn't go the way they should have around the Winchester boys -but it wouldn't be the last.
He watched as Dean figured out how to soothe and take care of a baby while his dad fell apart from grief, he watched as Sam learned to walk; his first wobbly, halting steps straight into his big brother's arms while John was busy planning another move. Castiel heard Sam's first words -'Deeeeee!'- saw Dean laugh, as proud as a parent would be, and make a big deal of it while John left them behind in a hotel room to go on a hunt.
Castiel observed Dean carefully using salt to circle the bed they shared; Sam's eyes wide as the toddler followed his big brother's movements with his gaze, the hunting knife that rested on the nightstand next to Dean's side of the bed that was always in easy reach of the seven year old's hands.
He saw John Winchester teach Dean how to shoot and stab, fight and brawl, lie and charm, while Sam napped within sight of Dean or followed his big brother around, trying to mimic the moves as best he could.
Castiel watched as Dean told Sam bedtime stories about witches, demons, vampires and werewolves; heard when Dean made sure to include how to kill them in each story. He listened as Sam repeated every night how to kill them, what to do if any creature ever had him cornered, why he had to lie about his name and his family, where they came from.
Castiel saw Dean pack the little bit of clothes and things that they had, every time John heard about a new hunt in a different part of the country. He watched as the boys got older and learned to depend on no one else except for each other -and that included their father.
Castiel came and went for the next few years -he listened for any news of his charges while he was gone; he knew that Sam was shaping up to be as stubborn as Dean was, he heard that John was going on more and more hunting trips, leaving Dean in charge of Sam's training.
By the time he was able to check in on them himself, Dean was twenty and Sam was sixteen.
Castiel wasn't sure why he was surprised to see that their dynamic had changed slightly; they were children the last time he had been able to observe them personally and now they were almost adults. He doubted anyone who wasn't as familiar with the Winchesters as he was would notice the quick glances that grew heated, the touches that lingered a second too long when Dean was correcting his brother's fighting stances. But Castiel saw them and wondered -as much as any angel ever wondered about anything- what it could mean.
He got his answer a few nights later when John left on another hunt.
Dean and Sam were sharing a bed; there was nothing unusual about that, there was hardly ever enough money for them to get more than a single hotel room -John slept on the couch or the floor and the boys got the bed.
Castiel watched as Sam slowly moved closer to Dean, snaking his arm around his older brother's waist and nuzzling Dean's neck. He saw Dean roll his eyes and grumble before he turned around to face Sam, the grin on his lips betraying the fact that he wasn't any where near as annoyed as he acted.
Castiel left when Dean threw his leg over Sam's and straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed.
Bandom (Fall Out Boy), Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Nightmare Before Christmas crossover
Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. And if you haven't yet, I'd say it's time you begun.
Pete left the celebration behind him and headed toward the old graveyard where he went when he needed to think.
Another Halloween come and gone; Pete sighed and continued his slow walk. The holiday had been a complete success -not that that was a huge surprise, it always was- but there was still a feeling of discontent itching underneath his skin.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him, he had everything that anyone could ask for; he was the Pumpkin King, for fuck's sake. People would kill to be where he was and all Pete felt like doing was going off by himself and sulking.
As he walked into the cemetery, he felt a draft around his ankles, followed by a quiet woofing noise and knew that Hemingway had floated over to play with him.
“Not now, Hemmy,” Pete muttered. “I'm not in the mood.”
Hemingway whined a little and butted his head through Pete's leg.
“Fine,” Pete sighed but he smiled a little when he heard Hemmy's happy whine and heard him leave to go over to his grave.
After a second, he felt Hemmy's favorite bone nudge against his hand; Pete grabbed it and tossed a few feet away from him, Hemingway barked happily and chased after it. They repeated this a few times as Pete slowly walked past the gates of the cemetery.
He didn't notice Patrick sitting under the huge Weeping Willow that was tucked into the far corner of the graveyard but Patrick's eyes watched him until he was too far away to see clearly.
*
Patrick huffed out a breath as his best friend wandered out of sight; normally, he would have tried to talk to him, but he had to get back to the apartment he shared with Gerard.
Just the thought of it was enough to make him groan; usually, Gerard was pretty easy to get along with, but lately, he was acting demented. And not in his usual hide-in-the-basement-and-brood-and-drink-enough-coffee-to-kill-a-horse-and-only-grunt-at-people-while-working-on-the-latest-art-project; that Patrick could handle.
No, this new behavior of his would make even Pete raise an eyebrow and if it wasn't pissing Patrick off so much, he would have been worried about it. As it was, Patrick had taken to poisoning him any time he wanted to leave the apartment.
Heroes, Sylar/Peter Petrelli
It wasn't the first time Peter had to make a decision between what he wanted and what was right -it was, however, the first time he was even considering doing what he wanted.
His father had been very skilled at applying the pressure to get his sons to do what he wanted; the phrase “Think of the family,” had been said as often as some other families used “I love you,”.
Peter quickly learned that there were two categories when it came to his actions and desires; what he wanted and what was right -for the family, for their station in life, for what his father had decided his life was going to be.
Wrestling, CM Punk/Colt Cabana
Colt wasn't surprised that there was a wolf following him; regardless of what Punk may have thought about how sly he was, even Colt couldn't fail to notice being stalked by a white and gray wolf every month.
It probably would have worried him if he didn't already know that the wolf was his best friend.
Punk might be good at keeping secrets, but Colt was no slouch, either. After all, Punk had no idea that Colt knew he was a werewolf -and had known for almost ten years now.
What caught Colt's interest this time was that Punk was only a half a block or so behind him. Usually, Punk stayed far enough away from him that Colt could barely tell he was there. Up until now, the only way he had known that Punk was around, was this weird second sense that kicked in whenever he was near Punk; it worked when Punk was furry just as well as when he wasn't.
Bandom (Fall Out Boy), Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump; this was suppose to be a new band signing to DD and getting a first hand look at their bosses' Big Gay Love Affair, but I couldn't get it to come together.
It was the weirdest meeting Ian had ever been to.
Even getting the call that Decaydance was interested in signing them had seemed surreal; it wasn't just that they didn't play the kind of music that Decaydance usually signed, it was that plus where they were from, who their parents were -it seemed off, that was all. But when Nash had pointed that out, Pete Wentz (Pete Wentz, the bassist from Fall Out Boy, ex-husband of Ashlee Simpson, clothing and media mogul had called them himself; it boggled Ian's mind) had just answered, “Look, you guys are talented, that's what matters. Plus, 'Trick gave you guys the seal of approval and his instincts are never wrong. At least fly out to LA and have a meeting with us about it.”
Ryan and Jamie had done their usual back and forth bitching with Nash throwing his two cents in every few minutes; none of them had been sure about even just going for a meeting but Ian had argued for it -and for signing with them, for that matter; as he pointed out to his band, Decaydance wasn't a big label but every artist they had signed to them were hugely successful, going platinum at least once, if not multiple times.
Maybe they agreed with Ian or maybe they were just surprised that their usually laid back friend had argued for something so vehemently, either way, they all decided to put together a small demo and shipped it out to LA and agreed on a meeting at the end of the month.
Star Trek: AOS, Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto
It started at a party.
They spent the first hour they met trying to one-up each other in a drunken slur of words and syllables that had Zach practically vibrating with glee. After that, they spent the rest of the night drinking all the wine they could get their hands on and gossiping like vicious twelve year old girls.
He got Chris's number and stumbled home with Kristen when she came to collect him; he took great delight in informing that her “fag hag services would no longer be needed, since I've found someone with actual junk to hang out with.” Kristen had just rolled her eyes, kissed his forehead and made sure Noah went outside before she locked his house up and left.
A few days later, Zach ran into Chris at the gym; when he found out they both had the same trainer and that they lived only a few blocks away from each other it sealed the deal as far as he was concerned -he had a new best friend. The fact that they got along better then some people Zach had known for years was just a bonus.
They ran into each other all over town, too; coffee shops, restaurants, parties. Before Zach knew exactly what was happening, he had the extra key to Chris's apartment and Chris had one for his house. It wasn't until he stumbled out of the shower and headed straight for the cup of coffee that Chris had sitting on counter for him, that he realized that this thing between them had gone beyond friendship and had entered a new, gray area for him.
“I walked Noah.” Chris offered without looking up from the paper spread out in front of him.“And I fed Harold, too,”
Zach grunted and took another gulp of coffee with his eyes closed so he could properly enjoy the rush of caffeine.
“You're welcome,” Chris told him, correctly interpreting Zach's pre-caffiene noises. “There's bagels in the bag,” he added as he filled in another space in the cross word puzzle.
Zach made another noise -this one between appreciation and annoyance- and grabbed a chocolate chip bagel out of the bag. He sat down across from Chris and drank some more coffee before he broke off a piece of the bagel and popped it into his mouth.
“You know I have no will power over carbs,” Zach accused and pointed his finger at him. “If my thighs get any bigger, I'm sending you the bill from Mike.”
“You're welcome,” Chris repeated, smirking when he glanced at Zach and saw him eating more of the bagel. “Eight letters, third letter's 'r', blue.”
“Cerulean.” Zach answered after a second.
“Thanks,” Chris said offhandedly, stopping to scratch Noah's ears when he wandered over.
All in all, it was a normal morning when they were both in town at the same time -which was kind of strange in itself, but Zach just shrugged it off and ignored it.
By the time they started shooting Star Trek, it was obvious to everyone that they were attached at the hip; Kristen still showed up at his house whenever the hell she felt like it and they still went to lunch and parties, and she was still usually the one who drove home, but now she usually had two drunk idiots to corral instead of one.
It should have been uncomfortable for the rest of the cast to get along with them; they already had their own rhythm, their own jokes and the ease that comes from knowing another person inside and out. But it wasn't; maybe it was fate, or maybe it was just that JJ was that good at putting together movies and casts, but they automatically clicked with each other. They hung out on off days together, meeting up for coffee and drinks whenever they could. They took turns teasing Anton about how young he was and got him into clubs so he could get drunk illegally like every other teenager in America did.
Chris and John bonded over going to Berkeley -and Karl, Zack and Zoe bonded over teasing them for being “California Boys”. Simon and Karl absolutely delighted in making fun of the Americans and they all took turns teaching each other curse words in different languages -Italian, French, Russian, Spanish, Scottish Gaelic, Maori and Korean, to be exact. Anton tried to teach Chris bass when he mentioned wanting to learn and ended up in hysterics halfway through their first lesson and used his phone to film it and sent it to everyone else.
When Zoe started dating Bradley, he had to get the “if-you-hurt-her-I'll-gut-you-with-my-bare-hands” speech six different times, from each of them; including Anton, who barely came up to Bradley's forehead and was half his age, but still managed to sound and look threatening. And when he proposed right after they finished filming, Zoe called them and announced that they were all going to be in the wedding party whether they wanted to be or not.
When John had to leave the set early because Kerri went into labor two weeks before she was supposed to, they all left as soon as they could get into normal clothes; Zach peeled his ears off in the car while Chris drove them to the hospital. Ten hours later, an exhausted John stumbled into the waiting room to find Chris and Zach passed out and leaning on each other, Anton curled up on a chair and snoring, Karl stretched out on the floor, face down and Zoe sitting straight up, looking completely perfect but with her eyes closed. The resulting celebration once they all woke up got everyone -except John- kicked out of the hospital.
Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel
The first time Castiel saw Dean Winchester he was only a few months old; he slipped into the infant's room and found it hard to believe that the baby sleeping so quietly would one day be called on to be Micheal's vessel.
His orders were to watch the Winchester family; their place in the forthcoming Apocalypse had been assured from the beginning and it was part of Castiel's duty to see that certain events unfolded the way they were meant to.
He doesn't watch them all the time -Castiel has other duties he has to see to on his Father's behest and the Winchesters aren't his only charges. The time when Dean will need his full attention is decades away; only a second in time for Castiel but for Dean it would seem much longer.
He stops by on and off over the next few years.
Castiel was there when Dean took his first steps, said his first words and when Mary and John tell him he's going to be a big brother. Dean didn't react jealously like so many children did, he nodded and assured both his parents that he would look after his baby brother no matter what happened.
Mary laughed and ruffled his hair while John pointed out that they didn't know if the new baby was going to be a boy or a girl; Dean just fixed them with a pitying look -he knew he would have a little brother and that was that.
Castiel was there when they brought baby Sam home; he looks at the baby with...well, not distaste -he is an angel, not a human with human emotions and feelings- but with full knowledge of what the tiny infant sleeping peacefully in his crib would wrought one day.
And he was there a few months later when Azazel showed up, saw through the haze of smoke and flame when John thrusted Sam into Dean's arms and told him to bring his brother outside and wait in the yard for him.
What no one knew -not even Castiel; who, decades down the road would look back at that moment in time and know it was true- was that with one gesture, John had changed more events then he could ever understand. Castiel had been told that it would be John that carried Sam out of the fire and this was the first time that things didn't go the way they should have around the Winchester boys -but it wouldn't be the last.
He watched as Dean figured out how to soothe and take care of a baby while his dad fell apart from grief, he watched as Sam learned to walk; his first wobbly, halting steps straight into his big brother's arms while John was busy planning another move. Castiel heard Sam's first words -'Deeeeee!'- saw Dean laugh, as proud as a parent would be, and make a big deal of it while John left them behind in a hotel room to go on a hunt.
Castiel observed Dean carefully using salt to circle the bed they shared; Sam's eyes wide as the toddler followed his big brother's movements with his gaze, the hunting knife that rested on the nightstand next to Dean's side of the bed that was always in easy reach of the seven year old's hands.
He saw John Winchester teach Dean how to shoot and stab, fight and brawl, lie and charm, while Sam napped within sight of Dean or followed his big brother around, trying to mimic the moves as best he could.
Castiel watched as Dean told Sam bedtime stories about witches, demons, vampires and werewolves; heard when Dean made sure to include how to kill them in each story. He listened as Sam repeated every night how to kill them, what to do if any creature ever had him cornered, why he had to lie about his name and his family, where they came from.
Castiel saw Dean pack the little bit of clothes and things that they had, every time John heard about a new hunt in a different part of the country. He watched as the boys got older and learned to depend on no one else except for each other -and that included their father.
Castiel came and went for the next few years -he listened for any news of his charges while he was gone; he knew that Sam was shaping up to be as stubborn as Dean was, he heard that John was going on more and more hunting trips, leaving Dean in charge of Sam's training.
By the time he was able to check in on them himself, Dean was twenty and Sam was sixteen.
Castiel wasn't sure why he was surprised to see that their dynamic had changed slightly; they were children the last time he had been able to observe them personally and now they were almost adults. He doubted anyone who wasn't as familiar with the Winchesters as he was would notice the quick glances that grew heated, the touches that lingered a second too long when Dean was correcting his brother's fighting stances. But Castiel saw them and wondered -as much as any angel ever wondered about anything- what it could mean.
He got his answer a few nights later when John left on another hunt.
Dean and Sam were sharing a bed; there was nothing unusual about that, there was hardly ever enough money for them to get more than a single hotel room -John slept on the couch or the floor and the boys got the bed.
Castiel watched as Sam slowly moved closer to Dean, snaking his arm around his older brother's waist and nuzzling Dean's neck. He saw Dean roll his eyes and grumble before he turned around to face Sam, the grin on his lips betraying the fact that he wasn't any where near as annoyed as he acted.
Castiel left when Dean threw his leg over Sam's and straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed.
Bandom (Fall Out Boy), Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump, Nightmare Before Christmas crossover
Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems, in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with holiday worlds of old. Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from. And if you haven't yet, I'd say it's time you begun.
Pete left the celebration behind him and headed toward the old graveyard where he went when he needed to think.
Another Halloween come and gone; Pete sighed and continued his slow walk. The holiday had been a complete success -not that that was a huge surprise, it always was- but there was still a feeling of discontent itching underneath his skin.
He didn't understand what was wrong with him, he had everything that anyone could ask for; he was the Pumpkin King, for fuck's sake. People would kill to be where he was and all Pete felt like doing was going off by himself and sulking.
As he walked into the cemetery, he felt a draft around his ankles, followed by a quiet woofing noise and knew that Hemingway had floated over to play with him.
“Not now, Hemmy,” Pete muttered. “I'm not in the mood.”
Hemingway whined a little and butted his head through Pete's leg.
“Fine,” Pete sighed but he smiled a little when he heard Hemmy's happy whine and heard him leave to go over to his grave.
After a second, he felt Hemmy's favorite bone nudge against his hand; Pete grabbed it and tossed a few feet away from him, Hemingway barked happily and chased after it. They repeated this a few times as Pete slowly walked past the gates of the cemetery.
He didn't notice Patrick sitting under the huge Weeping Willow that was tucked into the far corner of the graveyard but Patrick's eyes watched him until he was too far away to see clearly.
*
Patrick huffed out a breath as his best friend wandered out of sight; normally, he would have tried to talk to him, but he had to get back to the apartment he shared with Gerard.
Just the thought of it was enough to make him groan; usually, Gerard was pretty easy to get along with, but lately, he was acting demented. And not in his usual hide-in-the-basement-and-brood-and-drink-enough-coffee-to-kill-a-horse-and-only-grunt-at-people-while-working-on-the-latest-art-project; that Patrick could handle.
No, this new behavior of his would make even Pete raise an eyebrow and if it wasn't pissing Patrick off so much, he would have been worried about it. As it was, Patrick had taken to poisoning him any time he wanted to leave the apartment.