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... vibrate on the bathroom floor. Patrick pulled back, grabbing it in time before his answer machine picked up. He pinched it between his cheek and his shoulder, covering the male's eyes again. "Hello?" "Pattycakes, baby!" Gabe exclaimed. Patrick frowned. He hated that fucking nickname. He sighed loudly into the receiver. "What do you want, Gabe?" "Can't a guy call his friend once in a while?"...
...gold-diggers that plastered tabloids and newsstands. All shrouded in various degrees of richandfamous, Patrick was in way over his head. He pulled the fedora( ‘You can’t wear a trucker cap, Pattycakes, just no.’ ) further down and hunched up, sipping from his (third)flute of champagne; the bubbles tickling his nose. He wondered if he could somehow slip away without anyone noticing. A furtive...
...little scar escaping from the hoodie sleeve Patrick had on. Pete took Patrick's hand and slid the sleeve up slowly, unsure if he really wanted to see what was underneith. His eyes teared up straightaway, "Pattycakes... what... what are these... I... why?" Patrick pulled his arm back gently, "I love you, Pete. I can't live without you." he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing in ...
... out." "Okay. We'll be waiting in the van. Hurry." Andy said as he left the two boys on the bed. "You sure you want to do this, baby?" Patrick asked. Pete nodded, and stood up. "Yes, Pattycakes. I'm sure. Now stop worrying your pretty little head, and let's go." he smiled. Patrick stood up too, and put his arm pertectively around Pete's waist, "Okay. But do one thing for me?" "What's ...
... whole time, tugs at the brim of his cap and says in a deep voice that kind of surprises Frank, "Patrick Stump. Mostly vocals -" The dark-haired one cuts him off, "Bullshit," he states playfully. "Pattycakes writes all the music and is basically a genius." Frank grins. "Good to know," he responds while a faint pink tinge creeps into Patrick's cheeks. "Pete Wentz," the dark-haired one - Pete, ...
.... "What is with you bringing every piece of rift raft back from Borders? Seriously Trohman, I'm banning you from that place." Here he goes again-"Hey I'm not rift raft you asshole!" "Of course you aren't Pattycakes." He got up and tried to wrap his arms aroung me from behind. Nope not this time. I will not give in. I will NOT give in. I WILL NOT GIVE IN. He kissed my neck. That little fucker....
...say good night.” Patrick looks at his watch. Not even one. He wonders why Pete is so tired, but shrugs nevertheless. “Okay. G’night, Pete,” he says softly, not sure if that’s right. “’Night, Pattycakes. Love you.” “You too.” “Bye.” “Bye…” Patrick hears the click that signifies the end of the call and puts the phone down, hoping he was the one to make it. He gets up and turns the lights...