Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 3
Title: Sunshine and Eye Daggers- Chapter 3 (apparently the title has grown on me)
Author:
lovelyloveleave
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG (the f-bomb gets dropped)
Summary: Annoying!Pete/ Crabby!Patrick AU college fic. In which Patrick is easily embarrassed and Pete gets his kicks from it. Patrick is pathetically obvious sometimes.
Author’s Notes: This one is short, but the next couple chapters get longer, promise. I had to cut it off this way. And also, I'm in love with you. (yes, you.)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Pete had actually fallen asleep at night for once, and in his own bed, too, which was a rare happening, so when he woke up at 7:50 he was understandably confused. Rolling off his (lofted) bed and falling (the four feet) to the floor, Pete yowled and then pulled his sidekick out of the jeans he was still wearing to check the time.
“Fuck.” A funny streak of distress went through him upon looking at the time and he hurriedly grabbed a hoodie, ran his hand through his bangs, and skipped the eyeliner in favor of running out the door.
He arrived at the hall after Patrick but before lecture had actually begun. He plopped into a seat next to Patrick who gave him an expectant look.
“Oh fuck, I forgot coffee.”
Patrick frowned and made a pitiful noise. “Crap. How the hell will I be able to stay awake for...” he looked up at the blackboard where the day’s agenda was always written, “Pederasty and other Ho...” Patrick spluttered and went very red and Pete started laughing at him.
“Hold on, I’ll go get some.”
When he snuck back into the hall with coffee in hand Patrick was still a bit pink and when he put the coffee down in front of him, he didn’t look up but just started silently sipping the drink. Pete frowned to himself at not getting his smile, which didn’t seem very fair at all and flopped down next to Patrick to finish his own coffee.
Patrick seemed extremely intent on taking notes today, rather than on being irritated by Pete’s presence, which wasn’t going to work out for Pete, so he turned to initiate some conversation.
“So, Patrick, you seem like the type.”
Patrick turned very red again and stuttered, “What.What type?”
Pete was a little confused by the reaction, but went on anyway, “You like music at all, Patrick?”
Patrick seemed to return to his normal irritable self, “Yeah, well, good music.”
“Are you into hardcore at all?”
Patrick made a distasteful grimace that kind of made the words redundant, “Not so much.”
“Well, you’d be into us.”
“Us?”
“My band. We’re good music.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What d’you do?”
“Vocals.”
“So you shriek into a mic?” Pete laughed at his bluntness.
“Kind of... So you should see us. Since you’re into good music and all.”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“Aw, Patty, that’s not very nice.”
“Keep calling me Patty and I’ll get a whole lot less nice.”
“Okay, Patrick, please come to a show, we need all the support we can get.”
Patrick didn’t answer, he just kept taking notes.
“I’ll even pay your cover.”
Patrick looked over, “Fine.”
Pete laughed. “Who knew you were such a sucker for a freebie?”
Author:
lovelyloveleave
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: PG (the f-bomb gets dropped)
Summary: Annoying!Pete/ Crabby!Patrick AU college fic. In which Patrick is easily embarrassed and Pete gets his kicks from it. Patrick is pathetically obvious sometimes.
Author’s Notes: This one is short, but the next couple chapters get longer, promise. I had to cut it off this way. And also, I'm in love with you. (yes, you.)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Pete had actually fallen asleep at night for once, and in his own bed, too, which was a rare happening, so when he woke up at 7:50 he was understandably confused. Rolling off his (lofted) bed and falling (the four feet) to the floor, Pete yowled and then pulled his sidekick out of the jeans he was still wearing to check the time.
“Fuck.” A funny streak of distress went through him upon looking at the time and he hurriedly grabbed a hoodie, ran his hand through his bangs, and skipped the eyeliner in favor of running out the door.
He arrived at the hall after Patrick but before lecture had actually begun. He plopped into a seat next to Patrick who gave him an expectant look.
“Oh fuck, I forgot coffee.”
Patrick frowned and made a pitiful noise. “Crap. How the hell will I be able to stay awake for...” he looked up at the blackboard where the day’s agenda was always written, “Pederasty and other Ho...” Patrick spluttered and went very red and Pete started laughing at him.
“Hold on, I’ll go get some.”
When he snuck back into the hall with coffee in hand Patrick was still a bit pink and when he put the coffee down in front of him, he didn’t look up but just started silently sipping the drink. Pete frowned to himself at not getting his smile, which didn’t seem very fair at all and flopped down next to Patrick to finish his own coffee.
Patrick seemed extremely intent on taking notes today, rather than on being irritated by Pete’s presence, which wasn’t going to work out for Pete, so he turned to initiate some conversation.
“So, Patrick, you seem like the type.”
Patrick turned very red again and stuttered, “What.What type?”
Pete was a little confused by the reaction, but went on anyway, “You like music at all, Patrick?”
Patrick seemed to return to his normal irritable self, “Yeah, well, good music.”
“Are you into hardcore at all?”
Patrick made a distasteful grimace that kind of made the words redundant, “Not so much.”
“Well, you’d be into us.”
“Us?”
“My band. We’re good music.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What d’you do?”
“Vocals.”
“So you shriek into a mic?” Pete laughed at his bluntness.
“Kind of... So you should see us. Since you’re into good music and all.”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“Aw, Patty, that’s not very nice.”
“Keep calling me Patty and I’ll get a whole lot less nice.”
“Okay, Patrick, please come to a show, we need all the support we can get.”
Patrick didn’t answer, he just kept taking notes.
“I’ll even pay your cover.”
Patrick looked over, “Fine.”
Pete laughed. “Who knew you were such a sucker for a freebie?”