Since reading about Patrick throwing stuff over chord progressions, I just *KNEW* somebody was going to write fic about it.
This captures their dynamics perfectly, and that phonecall to Ashlee was just icing on the pumpkin pie.
"Big Bad Wolf," he tries to say. "Blowing down my cushion house. But you'll never get me!" Except for how oh, fuck, that sweet red face, sweaty disheveled hair, and soft, grim mouth, Patrick -- Pete's been got for an awful long time.
Patrick stops pushing at the arm of the couch and looks up, eyes narrow behind his glasses. "Did you just make a three little pigs reference?"
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," Pete swears, and the force of Patrick's glare sets him off again.
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Date: 2008-09-14 02:29 pm (UTC)Since reading about Patrick throwing stuff over chord progressions, I just *KNEW* somebody was going to write fic about it.
This captures their dynamics perfectly, and that phonecall to Ashlee was just icing on the pumpkin pie.
"Big Bad Wolf," he tries to say. "Blowing down my cushion house. But you'll never get me!" Except for how oh, fuck, that sweet red face, sweaty disheveled hair, and soft, grim mouth, Patrick -- Pete's been got for an awful long time.
Patrick stops pushing at the arm of the couch and looks up, eyes narrow behind his glasses. "Did you just make a three little pigs reference?"
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," Pete swears, and the force of Patrick's glare sets him off again.
BRB LOLLING FOREVER.