Good Idea, Bad Idea, Fall Out Boy/The Academy Is.../Gym Class Heroes
Title: Good Idea, Bad Idea
Author: becomingblurred
Pairings: Pete/Patrick, Travis/William
Word Count: 576
Rating: PG-13 for gracious use of f-bomb
Summary: Patrick likes to proclaim his love the old-fashioned way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is..., or Gym Class Heroes
Author’s Note: I always wanted to do something with a little Travis and William in it... so I decided to make them be a contrast of sorts to the Pete/Patrick pairing. I also made Patrick more... uh... in charge. Please enjoy!
Warnings: Language
Good Idea, Bad Idea
By Donna
“He’s not gonna go for this,” Travis mumbled, his hands on William’s waist. “He’s in one of those ‘I’m so emo I’m going to turn away from the world forever’ moods... you’re not...”
“Travis, shut up,” Patrick snapped. He looked at William. “Throw the rock.”
“Why am I doing this again? We’ve been out of high school for years...”William mumbled, tossing and catching a pebble in his hand.
“You didn’t have to say yes,” Patrick pointed out, “Stop being a goddamn drama queen.”
“Dearest Patrick,” Travis slid into the conversation, “I do believe that you are talking to my boyfriend in a tone I do not appreciate. I am also quite taller than you.”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna get food after this. I promise. Just be quiet.”
“Please, you’re gonna be having sex and even Wendy’s will be closed.”
“I’m throwing now!” William exclaimed. He launched his hand back like a shotputter and threw the pebble. It dribbled down the top window, barely making a sound.
“What kind of shitty-ass throw was that?” Travis asked.
“Shut up!” William replied.
“Your fuckin’ quarreling will make everyone wake up!” Patrick hissed.
“Sorry,” the couple replied, looking back at the window.
Patrick gulped. “C’mon... open, damn you.”
“There’s a brick on the ground,” Travis said, sarcastically, “You wanna use that? It’ll make a louder noise... Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just, I don’t know, call him? Ring, Ring. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hi, Peter-baby! I love you!’ Then you can hang up and you can leave him in some haze of confusion. But no, you had to go ‘Say Anything’ on us and have a fucking...”
“Sh! The door is opening!” William pointed out.
Sure enough, a silhouette appeared against the window they were aiming at. The three men on the lawn heard the click of a lock. “Time to go,” William said, grabbing Travis’ wrist, and fleeing toward a bush.
Patrick leaned toward them, but Travis shoved him back. “Hell no. You dragged us. Don’t you dare wuss out.”
Patrick sighed, looking back up at the window. Inked arms pushed up glass and a pair fo hazel eyes looked down at him. “...Patrick?”
“Please don’t hate me,” Patrick begged, lifting up a piece of neon orange posterboard, reading, “I love you, Peter!” in Sharpie.
Peter, or Pete, rather, laughed. “That’s so awesome!” he exclaimed. He looked around. “Wait a sec, alright?” He ran downstairs and bolted onto the yard and hugged Patrick. “That was so sweet!”
“I knew you were a sucker for old school stuff,” Patrick said, blushing.
Travis peeked from the bush, his hands protectively over William’s shoulder. “Why the hell didn’t he just tell him... I mean, clearly Pete’s always known.”
“Because this was more thoughtful. You know Patrick’s not as good with words,” William replied, placing his hand on Travis’.
“Oh, so that’s it?”
Pete smiled grabbing the sign. “I’m totally putting this up on my wall... I might have to take down some shit... oh well. You wanna help me? Then we can talk and shit.”
Patrick nodded. “Of course!”
Pete grabbed Patrick’s hand and led him inside.
Travis sighed angrily.
“What? It’s a happy ending,” William said, looking up at Travis.
“It’s not that,” Travis said, leaning his chin on William’s head, “It’s just that I knew we weren’t going to get any food.”
END
Author: becomingblurred
Pairings: Pete/Patrick, Travis/William
Word Count: 576
Rating: PG-13 for gracious use of f-bomb
Summary: Patrick likes to proclaim his love the old-fashioned way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is..., or Gym Class Heroes
Author’s Note: I always wanted to do something with a little Travis and William in it... so I decided to make them be a contrast of sorts to the Pete/Patrick pairing. I also made Patrick more... uh... in charge. Please enjoy!
Warnings: Language
Good Idea, Bad Idea
By Donna
“He’s not gonna go for this,” Travis mumbled, his hands on William’s waist. “He’s in one of those ‘I’m so emo I’m going to turn away from the world forever’ moods... you’re not...”
“Travis, shut up,” Patrick snapped. He looked at William. “Throw the rock.”
“Why am I doing this again? We’ve been out of high school for years...”William mumbled, tossing and catching a pebble in his hand.
“You didn’t have to say yes,” Patrick pointed out, “Stop being a goddamn drama queen.”
“Dearest Patrick,” Travis slid into the conversation, “I do believe that you are talking to my boyfriend in a tone I do not appreciate. I am also quite taller than you.”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna get food after this. I promise. Just be quiet.”
“Please, you’re gonna be having sex and even Wendy’s will be closed.”
“I’m throwing now!” William exclaimed. He launched his hand back like a shotputter and threw the pebble. It dribbled down the top window, barely making a sound.
“What kind of shitty-ass throw was that?” Travis asked.
“Shut up!” William replied.
“Your fuckin’ quarreling will make everyone wake up!” Patrick hissed.
“Sorry,” the couple replied, looking back at the window.
Patrick gulped. “C’mon... open, damn you.”
“There’s a brick on the ground,” Travis said, sarcastically, “You wanna use that? It’ll make a louder noise... Jesus Christ. Why don’t you just, I don’t know, call him? Ring, Ring. ‘Hello?’ ‘Hi, Peter-baby! I love you!’ Then you can hang up and you can leave him in some haze of confusion. But no, you had to go ‘Say Anything’ on us and have a fucking...”
“Sh! The door is opening!” William pointed out.
Sure enough, a silhouette appeared against the window they were aiming at. The three men on the lawn heard the click of a lock. “Time to go,” William said, grabbing Travis’ wrist, and fleeing toward a bush.
Patrick leaned toward them, but Travis shoved him back. “Hell no. You dragged us. Don’t you dare wuss out.”
Patrick sighed, looking back up at the window. Inked arms pushed up glass and a pair fo hazel eyes looked down at him. “...Patrick?”
“Please don’t hate me,” Patrick begged, lifting up a piece of neon orange posterboard, reading, “I love you, Peter!” in Sharpie.
Peter, or Pete, rather, laughed. “That’s so awesome!” he exclaimed. He looked around. “Wait a sec, alright?” He ran downstairs and bolted onto the yard and hugged Patrick. “That was so sweet!”
“I knew you were a sucker for old school stuff,” Patrick said, blushing.
Travis peeked from the bush, his hands protectively over William’s shoulder. “Why the hell didn’t he just tell him... I mean, clearly Pete’s always known.”
“Because this was more thoughtful. You know Patrick’s not as good with words,” William replied, placing his hand on Travis’.
“Oh, so that’s it?”
Pete smiled grabbing the sign. “I’m totally putting this up on my wall... I might have to take down some shit... oh well. You wanna help me? Then we can talk and shit.”
Patrick nodded. “Of course!”
Pete grabbed Patrick’s hand and led him inside.
Travis sighed angrily.
“What? It’s a happy ending,” William said, looking up at Travis.
“It’s not that,” Travis said, leaning his chin on William’s head, “It’s just that I knew we weren’t going to get any food.”
END