The day Pete meets Patrick, he wakes up to the sound of rain against his windows.*
Patrick’s never been any damn good at ignoring Pete Wentz.*
Patrick just wants to get laid! Is that really too much to ask?*
“Dude,” Pete says, dropping down onto the lounge couch next to Patrick. “Dude, did you know we’re playing a bar show in Billings?”*
It’s not at all representative of the anger pooling in my abdomen, but I’m not lying when I say I don’t wanna get into it.* Chronicles Pete and Patrick’s complicated relationship, from best friends to more, in alternating first-person POV, post-Best Buy Incident through the present. This author has kind of disappeared off the face of the planet and that makes me sad. I’ve been obsessively trolling the community in hopes of catching the next part (tags! tags are awesome, people. use them!) but if anyone knows anything about this author or this story could you email me? I’d love to know how it ends…
Pete’s doorbell rings at 5:26 p.m. on his thirtieth birthday, roughly four hours before any of his friends are supposed to show up to help him get blitzed out of his mind. Pete is far from opposed to pre-gaming, but four hours is kind of pushing it. Like, even Joe’s not there yet.*
The first time Patrick brought it up again after it happened, it was to ask for a divorce.*
It actually made things easier, in a way, seeing Pete as a means to an end – a beautiful orgasm or two – because otherwise she might have been tempted to really fall in love with him.*
Patrick, the musical prodigy and sheltered student. Joe, the ex-student, pissed off and exultant. Pete, the privileged rebel, the visionary. Andy the maquis. Together, somehow, they become a band.*
Some people are really good liars. Some people can lie like breathing, they can look you straight in the face and sell you on a green sky and a moon made of cheese and send you away happy.*
Pete was in what people called a fucking bad mood. He was glowering. It takes energy to glower in the furnace-like heat that was Orlando’s shimmering summer, but he was doing it, alright, and doing it good. It was really Patrick’s fault. After the show last night, when they were sleeping (well, he didn’t get to sleep) Patrick had kicked him mercilessly; stolen all the covers (and one of his pillows); and had the AC turned to arctic levels.*
Currently PeteandPatrick, also PetePatrick, still no surprising anybody, are sitting in a hotel room in varying states of frustration.*
Background: Marilyn Manson dissed MCR for wearing makeup? Frank handled it gracefully, we’re all going to pretend Gerard did not.*
Sometimes your suddenly sentient action figures need to teach you valuable life lessons. Just saying.*
Two Heads Are (Sometimes) Better Than One: The Pete&Patrick Variety Show. VH1, Wednesdays, 9pm (ET) Four out of five stars.*
It’s the sound of the phone ringing that statles Pete from a restless, shivering half-sleep he fell into only because his body just couldn’t stay awake any longer.*
Pete likes to draw on Patrick’s skin. This leads to porn. Obviously.*
Brendon turns into a koala while on tour in Australia. Really. There’s not much else I can say after that.*
Patrick turns seventeen on the usual day and in the usual way: he oversleeps, cuts himself shaving, folds his birthday waffle in half (it has extra chocolate chips and a whipped cream smiley face with hearts for eyes that turns into a good-intentioned mess when the sides press together), and eats it on the way to school.*
When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and “Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you’re too old for a babysitter, but we worry,” he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. “Hey, kid,” he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It’s slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete’s jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick’s teeth on edge. “I’m here for Patricksitting. I assume you’re the Patrick?”*
Simon doesn’t pick up River on Persephone. Instead HE is put in the cryo-chamber.*
Sometimes learning to let go is just as hard as holding on.* Set after both the series and movie.
Mal starts to self-destruct after Inara announces she’s leaving and Simon decided to intercede.*
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