prompt fic no 2
argh. i spoke with mom on the phone and she seemed, i don't know, sad? she wasn't very talkative and yeah. she took her mother to the hospital for some labs/tests this morning, turns out grandma will need to have an eye surgery at least. i don't know. i mean, mom said she was fine, but who knows! my parents lied to me about my cat's health for a whole month. like, who does that to a 21 year old? ahh, i just don't know. i'm all antsy now.
edit: also? i listened to the used on loveline, and i gotta admit: it was my favorite out of the three loveline episodes i've listened to. what the hell. hi, band. you were cool 5 years ago... and now, apparently, my love has been rekindled. :/
ANYWAY.
second prompt fic. this one is so hilariously bad, ahahaha. and really short. but anyway. /o\
unbetaed, short, rated g. pete wentz in love!
prompt: michael by franz ferdinand
at seven thirty-one in the morning, pete decides he has waited long enough.
he gets up from the couch, pocketing his sidekick as he skips over the crap on the bus floor, heading to the bunks. patrick's bunk is the one below joe's with the holey curtain that pete broke a fortnight into warped tour. he sticks his finger through the crack, giving patrick's shoulder a tentative poke.
and another.
*poke poke poke* "patrick."
"go 'way, pete," patrick mumbles, turning to face the wall, nose burying into his pillow.
"but there's something i wanna tell you!" pete says, poking more insistently.
"can tell me in the mornin'."
"but it is the morning," pete says. he has been up all night, but he can feel the giant cup of coffee he shared with a special friend starting to kick in.
"then tell me in the afternoon," patrick says as he swats at pete's hand halfheartedly.
"but i am in love, patrick!" pete exclaims, dodging when joe kicks his foot out almost hitting pete square in the face.
"that's great, pete," patrick says as joe says, "ev'rybody shuddup," his leg twitching.
pete sighs and sits on the floor waiting for the guys to get up.
-
pete grins toothily up at mikey when he comes in two hours later, more coffee and the contents of a candy machine in his hands.
"mikeyway!"
"'sup, dudes. i come bearing treats," mikey says, dumping the stuff on the bus table.
patrick looks up from the newspaper he has been savoring ever since he found it lying around some venue in arizona. "oh, awesome, man!" he says, reaching for a snickers bar.
pete grins at the both of them. two of his favorite people! friends with each other! he grins until patrick says, "dude, stop that, it's getting creepy," and mikey gives pete a fillip on his head. "yeah, dude, stop it," he says, smiling.
-
"so," patrick says in the evening. pete looks up from his sidekick, raising his eyebrows. they're both owning a corner of the couch, legs tangled under a thin blanket. it's dark outside, only headlights visible on the road as the bus hums contentedly, carrying them to the next venue.
"so," pete says, blinking.
"mikey, huh?" patrick says, smiling a soft, gentle smile that catches pete off-guard, makes his throat tighten momentarily.
"yes!" pete croaks. "mikey."
"cool," patrick says, giving pete's leg an affectionate kick.
pete's mouth stretches into a wide grin, and he nods, shaking his head. "you're still my favorite," he announces with importance, leaning over to wrap his arm around patrick's bent knee, hugging it to his chest. "always was, always will be."
"thanks, man," patrick says in what pete thinks is his faked nonchalant voice. he's never been very good at it, and pete can hear the affection poking out like a protruding bone or a cartooned heart. "that's, er, awesome. you too."
-
"what happened to 'above the waist gay'?" patrick asks conversationally, lazily stretching his limbs.
"oh, that's still there," pete says, "but then i guess there will always have to be exceptions that make the rule. isn't that how it is with practically everything?"
"i suppose," patrick says, shrugging a shoulder, looking at pete like he's really thinking it through.
pete grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "you've always been my exception to the rule, pattycakes," he says, laughing when patrick makes a face at the name. "but now there's mikey, too, i guess."
"great," patrick says, giving pete a pat on the leg. "great. i'm really happy for you, dude. don't fuck it up," he says, and pete says, "i'll try not to," leaning his head on the backrest, waiting to feel his sidekick vibrate announcing a new message from mikey, anxiously looking forward to the next truck stop or venue when he gets to see mikey again.
edit: also? i listened to the used on loveline, and i gotta admit: it was my favorite out of the three loveline episodes i've listened to. what the hell. hi, band. you were cool 5 years ago... and now, apparently, my love has been rekindled. :/
ANYWAY.
second prompt fic. this one is so hilariously bad, ahahaha. and really short. but anyway. /o\
unbetaed, short, rated g. pete wentz in love!
prompt: michael by franz ferdinand
at seven thirty-one in the morning, pete decides he has waited long enough.
he gets up from the couch, pocketing his sidekick as he skips over the crap on the bus floor, heading to the bunks. patrick's bunk is the one below joe's with the holey curtain that pete broke a fortnight into warped tour. he sticks his finger through the crack, giving patrick's shoulder a tentative poke.
and another.
*poke poke poke* "patrick."
"go 'way, pete," patrick mumbles, turning to face the wall, nose burying into his pillow.
"but there's something i wanna tell you!" pete says, poking more insistently.
"can tell me in the mornin'."
"but it is the morning," pete says. he has been up all night, but he can feel the giant cup of coffee he shared with a special friend starting to kick in.
"then tell me in the afternoon," patrick says as he swats at pete's hand halfheartedly.
"but i am in love, patrick!" pete exclaims, dodging when joe kicks his foot out almost hitting pete square in the face.
"that's great, pete," patrick says as joe says, "ev'rybody shuddup," his leg twitching.
pete sighs and sits on the floor waiting for the guys to get up.
-
pete grins toothily up at mikey when he comes in two hours later, more coffee and the contents of a candy machine in his hands.
"mikeyway!"
"'sup, dudes. i come bearing treats," mikey says, dumping the stuff on the bus table.
patrick looks up from the newspaper he has been savoring ever since he found it lying around some venue in arizona. "oh, awesome, man!" he says, reaching for a snickers bar.
pete grins at the both of them. two of his favorite people! friends with each other! he grins until patrick says, "dude, stop that, it's getting creepy," and mikey gives pete a fillip on his head. "yeah, dude, stop it," he says, smiling.
-
"so," patrick says in the evening. pete looks up from his sidekick, raising his eyebrows. they're both owning a corner of the couch, legs tangled under a thin blanket. it's dark outside, only headlights visible on the road as the bus hums contentedly, carrying them to the next venue.
"so," pete says, blinking.
"mikey, huh?" patrick says, smiling a soft, gentle smile that catches pete off-guard, makes his throat tighten momentarily.
"yes!" pete croaks. "mikey."
"cool," patrick says, giving pete's leg an affectionate kick.
pete's mouth stretches into a wide grin, and he nods, shaking his head. "you're still my favorite," he announces with importance, leaning over to wrap his arm around patrick's bent knee, hugging it to his chest. "always was, always will be."
"thanks, man," patrick says in what pete thinks is his faked nonchalant voice. he's never been very good at it, and pete can hear the affection poking out like a protruding bone or a cartooned heart. "that's, er, awesome. you too."
-
"what happened to 'above the waist gay'?" patrick asks conversationally, lazily stretching his limbs.
"oh, that's still there," pete says, "but then i guess there will always have to be exceptions that make the rule. isn't that how it is with practically everything?"
"i suppose," patrick says, shrugging a shoulder, looking at pete like he's really thinking it through.
pete grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "you've always been my exception to the rule, pattycakes," he says, laughing when patrick makes a face at the name. "but now there's mikey, too, i guess."
"great," patrick says, giving pete a pat on the leg. "great. i'm really happy for you, dude. don't fuck it up," he says, and pete says, "i'll try not to," leaning his head on the backrest, waiting to feel his sidekick vibrate announcing a new message from mikey, anxiously looking forward to the next truck stop or venue when he gets to see mikey again.