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Title:We All Scream For Ice Cream.
Author:spikemhinoda------>jess.
Rating:Pg-13.
Pairing:[Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz.]
Summary:...and when Patrick was having some awesome orange juice Pete decided he wanted ice cream. Right then. In the middle of December in Chicago. Right.
Disclaimer:Don't own FOB, but I do talk to Pete. Trust me, this never happened.
A/N:Uh, so I'm like 20million pages behind on this site.I've been writing an AFI chaptered fic on fandom, but I haven't posted it to any communities. It just sits all lonely in my journal. So I'm really sorry patrickxpeter. Uhm, I wrote this is Algebra and Social Studies and this annoying girl kept asking to read it. I let her, then she made me put her name in. She was like "Oh, when they get ice cream, they could meet me there," and I was like ahaha.no. I used to write stories about me and Joel and her and OC Chris. She doesn't know what slash is I don't think.
Dedications:Not Elise!Uhm...I guess to Alex <3 because I haven't heard from him in a while...hm.
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"Patriick!" Pete whined, "Let's go get ice cream." Patrick looked up at Pete from the glass of Florida orange juice set in front of him on the table. Seriously, when you live in Chicago you need some form of Florida.
"You need ice cream this very moment? Even more, you need it in December?" Patrick asked. You'd think by now Patrick was used to Pete's weird antics, but he wasn't.
Pete nodded enthusiastically from his spot perched on the kitchen counter. "Duh 'Trick! Ice cream is like...a necessity," Pete answered. Patrick stared hard at Pete for a moment before getting up, leaving the orange juice behind. He knew if he didn't, Pete would give him that look. That stupid cute pout that almost made Patrick do whatever Pete said. Patrick figured the day would go by smoother if he just gave in. Then after Pete ate his ice cream they could maybe record. Maybe.
"Alright, let's go," Patrick agreed, obviously annoyed his best friend basically had mind control over him. Pete squealed happily, hopping off the counter to give Patrick a huge hug. Patrick rolled his eyes, but hugged back nonetheless.
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"Pete, just pick one," Patrick sighed as he and Pete looked over the frozen foods. They had been there for a good twenty minutes, just Pete, Patrick, and the frozen food isle. Patrick was getting restless. Pete would pick one up, then put it back complaining it wasn't flashy enough, or the name was too boring. Come on, it was ice cream! You're going to eat it then throw it away anyways.
Patrick yawned as he half-assedly watched Pete's brown eyes trying so hard to decide on an ice cream flavor. Patrick cursed Dominic's for carrying so much ice cream. Today just wasn't Patrick's day. He was planning on a good night's sleep, a day of writing new songs, and going out to eat with Andy and Joe later on that night. Turns out Patrick woke up early after almost suffocating in Pete's mop of moused hair [how Pete had gotten into Patrick's bed was still a mystery.] Then Patrick decided he'd have to get up if anything was going to be done around the apartment. Then when Patrick was having some awesome orange juice Pete decided he wanted ice cream. Right then. In the middle of December in Chicago. Right.
"I think I'm going to go with 'Chunky Monkey' since you'll actually eat it with me," Pete decided picking up the ice cream container. Patrick was surprised Pete didn't complain about how lame the label was. That was what held them there for twenty minutes. Besides, "Phish Food" sounded way cooler, but who was Patrick to complain? They were getting out of Dominic's, yes?
"I don't care, just pick something already!" Patrick irritatedly responded. Pete trotted back over to Patrick, container in hand.
"Jeez, Mr.Cranky..." Pete mumbled as he and Patrick headed over to the check out isles.
Great, almost no line. That was something good. Pete watched as the teen-aged girl at the counter [whose name tag read "Elise"] scanned his beloved "Chunky Monkey". As Pete handed over the $3.42, the girl's eyes widened.
"Oh shit," Patrick mumbled. He'd seen that look before.
"Oh my gosh! You're Fall-Out Boy!" she all but screamed. Heads of teen-aged girls in the store all whipped over at hearing "Fall-Out Boy". Patrick pulled his hat down over his face, maybe thinking it would help somehow. Pete grinned broadly. Attention whore. As girls started to crowd around, Patrick grabbed the [paid for] ice cream in one hand and Pete's arm in the other, tearing ass out of there, ushering Pete into his car.
"Well, that's another Dominic's we can't go to," Patrick mumbled pulling out of the parking lot and starting back home.
"Eh, they seemed nice to me," Pete commented. Patrick stared at him in disbelief. Okay, time to end conversation, now.
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Patrick draped his grey coat on a kitchen chair before plopping down on the couch, trying to relax a little before Pete made him do something else incredibly stupid like walking around a mall with a sign that read "Hi, I'm Patrick Stump from Fall-Out Boy". Patrick seriously wouldn't be surprised. Patrick could hear Pete noisily digging through the silverware drawer most likely looking for spoons. Patrick rubbed his closed eyes tiredly before feeling another body presence on the couch and something cool being pressed into his hand. Patrick opened one eye and looked at Pete wearily.
"Aren't you going to have some with, me 'Tricky?" Pete asked, holding the pint out to Patrick. Patrick sighed.
"Pete, it's the middle of December. I do not want ice cream," Patrick tried to say without whining. Too bad it didn't come out the way he planned.
"Is it because it's 'Chunky Monkey'?" Pete asked, "Because if you wanted there's 'Cherry Garcia' in the freezer."
"No, it's not because it's 'Chu'-wait. We have ice cream in the freezer?" Patrick asked, both eyes coming opened. Pete nodded, shoving a glob of "Chunky Monkey" into his mouth. Patrick stared mouth agape at Pete.
"So you're saying we went out in the freezing cold, got ice cream I didn't even want, and got mobbed by fangirls when we already had ice cream in the freezer?" Patrick asked. Pete nodded happily, not noticing how angry his best friend was getting.
"So are you going to eat some or not?" Pete asked after swallowing. Patrick sighed and calmed down.
"Sure," he replied. Seriously, how could you say no to sharing Pete trying to eat globs of ice cream that were clearly too big for his mouth? You couldn't. Patrick raised the spoon that Pete had set into his hand and began to eat the hard-earned ice cream that caused Patrick to almost have a heart attack over.
Once the ice cream pint was half gone, Patrick felt something cold on his cheek following by Pete giggling. He looked over to Pete who was trying to stiffle giggles.
"Patrick, you have something on your cheek." Alright, as if that wasn't obvious. Alright, two can play it that game. Patrick dabbed Pete's nose with the half eaten ice cream, Pete pouting at him.
"It's your fault," Patrick said with a shrug, taking another bite of the "Chunky Monkey". He halted when he felt Pete lick his cheek.
"What was that?" Patrick asked turning his head to face Pete. Pete shrugged.
"I was trying to clean it up," Pete responded. Patrick furrowed his brows.
"You could've just wiped it off with your hand," Patrick said as he saw Pete rubbing the ice cream off of his nose. Pete shrugged.
"It's way more fun that way though," Pete said, smiling. Patrick blushed and looked down at the ice cream, taking another spoonful [not as big as Pete's globs, of course.] Patrick felt another smudge of "Chunky Monkey" being set on his neck. Patrick's eyes widened in realization of what was to come. Pete grinned as he licked Patrick's neck, earning an appreciative sigh from Patrick, causing Pete to grin as he sucked gently at the now imaginary ice cream mess. Pete noticed as he pulled away from Patrick that Patrick's eyes were still closed. Pete grinned.
"See? I told you it was fun," he joked. Patrick opened his eyes and blushed again.
"You try," Pete suggested. Patrick thought about it for a moment before dabbing his finger into the "Chunky Monkey" and rubbing it on Pete's lips. Pete tried to closed-mouth smile. It was a challenge. Patrick trembled slightly as he brushed his lips against Pete's, tongue cleaning off the Ben and Jerry's. Pete decided he didn't want to have Patrick pull away and instead held Patrick's head in place. Patrick figured blowing off Andy and Joe wasn't that bad of a way to spend the night. Guess the ice cream was worth it.
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so that was creative vomit.
review?
Author:spikemhinoda------>jess.
Rating:Pg-13.
Pairing:[Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz.]
Summary:...and when Patrick was having some awesome orange juice Pete decided he wanted ice cream. Right then. In the middle of December in Chicago. Right.
Disclaimer:Don't own FOB, but I do talk to Pete. Trust me, this never happened.
A/N:Uh, so I'm like 20million pages behind on this site.I've been writing an AFI chaptered fic on fandom, but I haven't posted it to any communities. It just sits all lonely in my journal. So I'm really sorry patrickxpeter. Uhm, I wrote this is Algebra and Social Studies and this annoying girl kept asking to read it. I let her, then she made me put her name in. She was like "Oh, when they get ice cream, they could meet me there," and I was like ahaha.no. I used to write stories about me and Joel and her and OC Chris. She doesn't know what slash is I don't think.
Dedications:Not Elise!Uhm...I guess to Alex <3 because I haven't heard from him in a while...hm.
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"Patriick!" Pete whined, "Let's go get ice cream." Patrick looked up at Pete from the glass of Florida orange juice set in front of him on the table. Seriously, when you live in Chicago you need some form of Florida.
"You need ice cream this very moment? Even more, you need it in December?" Patrick asked. You'd think by now Patrick was used to Pete's weird antics, but he wasn't.
Pete nodded enthusiastically from his spot perched on the kitchen counter. "Duh 'Trick! Ice cream is like...a necessity," Pete answered. Patrick stared hard at Pete for a moment before getting up, leaving the orange juice behind. He knew if he didn't, Pete would give him that look. That stupid cute pout that almost made Patrick do whatever Pete said. Patrick figured the day would go by smoother if he just gave in. Then after Pete ate his ice cream they could maybe record. Maybe.
"Alright, let's go," Patrick agreed, obviously annoyed his best friend basically had mind control over him. Pete squealed happily, hopping off the counter to give Patrick a huge hug. Patrick rolled his eyes, but hugged back nonetheless.
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"Pete, just pick one," Patrick sighed as he and Pete looked over the frozen foods. They had been there for a good twenty minutes, just Pete, Patrick, and the frozen food isle. Patrick was getting restless. Pete would pick one up, then put it back complaining it wasn't flashy enough, or the name was too boring. Come on, it was ice cream! You're going to eat it then throw it away anyways.
Patrick yawned as he half-assedly watched Pete's brown eyes trying so hard to decide on an ice cream flavor. Patrick cursed Dominic's for carrying so much ice cream. Today just wasn't Patrick's day. He was planning on a good night's sleep, a day of writing new songs, and going out to eat with Andy and Joe later on that night. Turns out Patrick woke up early after almost suffocating in Pete's mop of moused hair [how Pete had gotten into Patrick's bed was still a mystery.] Then Patrick decided he'd have to get up if anything was going to be done around the apartment. Then when Patrick was having some awesome orange juice Pete decided he wanted ice cream. Right then. In the middle of December in Chicago. Right.
"I think I'm going to go with 'Chunky Monkey' since you'll actually eat it with me," Pete decided picking up the ice cream container. Patrick was surprised Pete didn't complain about how lame the label was. That was what held them there for twenty minutes. Besides, "Phish Food" sounded way cooler, but who was Patrick to complain? They were getting out of Dominic's, yes?
"I don't care, just pick something already!" Patrick irritatedly responded. Pete trotted back over to Patrick, container in hand.
"Jeez, Mr.Cranky..." Pete mumbled as he and Patrick headed over to the check out isles.
Great, almost no line. That was something good. Pete watched as the teen-aged girl at the counter [whose name tag read "Elise"] scanned his beloved "Chunky Monkey". As Pete handed over the $3.42, the girl's eyes widened.
"Oh shit," Patrick mumbled. He'd seen that look before.
"Oh my gosh! You're Fall-Out Boy!" she all but screamed. Heads of teen-aged girls in the store all whipped over at hearing "Fall-Out Boy". Patrick pulled his hat down over his face, maybe thinking it would help somehow. Pete grinned broadly. Attention whore. As girls started to crowd around, Patrick grabbed the [paid for] ice cream in one hand and Pete's arm in the other, tearing ass out of there, ushering Pete into his car.
"Well, that's another Dominic's we can't go to," Patrick mumbled pulling out of the parking lot and starting back home.
"Eh, they seemed nice to me," Pete commented. Patrick stared at him in disbelief. Okay, time to end conversation, now.
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Patrick draped his grey coat on a kitchen chair before plopping down on the couch, trying to relax a little before Pete made him do something else incredibly stupid like walking around a mall with a sign that read "Hi, I'm Patrick Stump from Fall-Out Boy". Patrick seriously wouldn't be surprised. Patrick could hear Pete noisily digging through the silverware drawer most likely looking for spoons. Patrick rubbed his closed eyes tiredly before feeling another body presence on the couch and something cool being pressed into his hand. Patrick opened one eye and looked at Pete wearily.
"Aren't you going to have some with, me 'Tricky?" Pete asked, holding the pint out to Patrick. Patrick sighed.
"Pete, it's the middle of December. I do not want ice cream," Patrick tried to say without whining. Too bad it didn't come out the way he planned.
"Is it because it's 'Chunky Monkey'?" Pete asked, "Because if you wanted there's 'Cherry Garcia' in the freezer."
"No, it's not because it's 'Chu'-wait. We have ice cream in the freezer?" Patrick asked, both eyes coming opened. Pete nodded, shoving a glob of "Chunky Monkey" into his mouth. Patrick stared mouth agape at Pete.
"So you're saying we went out in the freezing cold, got ice cream I didn't even want, and got mobbed by fangirls when we already had ice cream in the freezer?" Patrick asked. Pete nodded happily, not noticing how angry his best friend was getting.
"So are you going to eat some or not?" Pete asked after swallowing. Patrick sighed and calmed down.
"Sure," he replied. Seriously, how could you say no to sharing Pete trying to eat globs of ice cream that were clearly too big for his mouth? You couldn't. Patrick raised the spoon that Pete had set into his hand and began to eat the hard-earned ice cream that caused Patrick to almost have a heart attack over.
Once the ice cream pint was half gone, Patrick felt something cold on his cheek following by Pete giggling. He looked over to Pete who was trying to stiffle giggles.
"Patrick, you have something on your cheek." Alright, as if that wasn't obvious. Alright, two can play it that game. Patrick dabbed Pete's nose with the half eaten ice cream, Pete pouting at him.
"It's your fault," Patrick said with a shrug, taking another bite of the "Chunky Monkey". He halted when he felt Pete lick his cheek.
"What was that?" Patrick asked turning his head to face Pete. Pete shrugged.
"I was trying to clean it up," Pete responded. Patrick furrowed his brows.
"You could've just wiped it off with your hand," Patrick said as he saw Pete rubbing the ice cream off of his nose. Pete shrugged.
"It's way more fun that way though," Pete said, smiling. Patrick blushed and looked down at the ice cream, taking another spoonful [not as big as Pete's globs, of course.] Patrick felt another smudge of "Chunky Monkey" being set on his neck. Patrick's eyes widened in realization of what was to come. Pete grinned as he licked Patrick's neck, earning an appreciative sigh from Patrick, causing Pete to grin as he sucked gently at the now imaginary ice cream mess. Pete noticed as he pulled away from Patrick that Patrick's eyes were still closed. Pete grinned.
"See? I told you it was fun," he joked. Patrick opened his eyes and blushed again.
"You try," Pete suggested. Patrick thought about it for a moment before dabbing his finger into the "Chunky Monkey" and rubbing it on Pete's lips. Pete tried to closed-mouth smile. It was a challenge. Patrick trembled slightly as he brushed his lips against Pete's, tongue cleaning off the Ben and Jerry's. Pete decided he didn't want to have Patrick pull away and instead held Patrick's head in place. Patrick figured blowing off Andy and Joe wasn't that bad of a way to spend the night. Guess the ice cream was worth it.
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so that was creative vomit.
review?