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Nov. 8th, 2007 10:41 amIt actually got typed
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Pete/Patrick
PG-ish(vauge mention of sex)
I loved ya since I knew ya,
I wouldn’t talk down to ya.
I have to tell you just how I feel.
I wont share you with another boy.
Patrick watched him as he worked the room. They had a few minutes before warm-up, so, of course, Pete felt the need to “meet new people”. That evening he’d watched from their shitty hotel room, they’d lucked up and made enough money to get two rooms, as Pete pulled on the red hoodie he’d christened the “Boy Catcher”, a name only corny enough for Pete to have thought up. He’d asked Patrick if he thought it’d get them an actual place to stay tonight, as if they hadn’t been entangled with each other an hour earlier. Patrick hadn’t answered, just hummed “Roxanne”, the song they’d chosen to cover tonight. When Pete asked again, louder, he shrugged and began to sing softly. ‘I loved ya since I knew ya.”
“Trick.” Pete gave him a pleading look. “Don’t. You know we can’t—“ Patrick shrugged and rolled out of the bed.
“I know,” He said, and closed the door to the bathroom.
They stood on the stage, actually it was an abandoned warehouse t but hell, they’d just gotten a name a few weeks ago. Patrick’s foot tapped as the song began. “Roxanne,” He sang, and it began.
As a general rule, covers weren’t played with the same intensity as their original stuff. This song was an exception. Patrick would throw a look to Pete then aim the smoldering look at a random kid in the crowd. Jealousy became fuel for Pete, and his energy amped up Joe. Andy, always intense, played ever louder, wilder.
“Don’t put on the red light.” Patrick sang to the crowd, then turned to receive a face full of Pete. The crowd, which was most definitely breaking fire safety rules, screamed fir the violent kiss, and Pete pulled back with a nearly-bloodied lip. “I won’t share you with another boy.” Patrick said and Joe launched into a new song before Pete could respond.
Oh...I have to actually go work now...