Aren't the Best Conversations the Ones with Yoursefl?
Aren’t the Best Conversations the ones with yourself?
Pairing: Patrick/Patrick(or Bad Twin)
Rating/Warnings: R, swearing, self-sex (is that a word?)
Prompt: Patrick/?
Summary: Patrick woke up to a major surprise
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, and this will never happen
Patrick had woken up to the sound of rustling next to him in bed, assuming it was Penny just being a silly puppy this morning. So rolling over and seeing himself lying in the bed most defiantly caused him to fall out of the bed in his boxer and probably bruising his ass all in the same motion.
“Who the fuck are you? And why do you look like me?”
“I am you, sort of and therefore I must look like you too”
“How can you be me when I am me?”
“I’m you your bad side”
This still seemed weird to Patrick but he thought his other side looked pretty damn fine for him. “So what do I call you? Patrick, Rick, Trick…”
“Bad Twin, you call me Bad Twin”
“okay Bad Twin, if you’re my bad side what do you do for me?”
“Do you remember when you drove without a license? Or when you were on the couch in Bedussey?”
“I remember the cell but not leaving the house nor do I remember posing but I remember putting my cloths on”
“That was me. But any way would you like to see what else I do?”
Patrick just looked at Bad Twin with a clearly defined What the Fuck face
“Oh just grab the fucking lube and I’ll show you where “you” learned all your skills with Pete”
Patrick just nodded and ran to grab the lube. “This is going to be awesome”
fin