I love this. I just realized how little Gabete there is... I didn't expect this but I was kind of hoping to find out what Pete and Pat said afterward Job well done.
So in case you didn't know, you won SECOND PLACE IN THE CONTEST!
Oh yeah, oh yeah. So here comes my comment of epic, even though you really don't need it:
"It's not going to happen."
Pete snapped back to reality, having been so deep in thought, he was surprised it didn't take a search party to get him out. "What isn't?"
"That thing you're thinking about while staring at me blankly," Patrick deadpanned, eyes still focused on his laptop. "It's not going to happen. So stop."
Immediately, the conflict started. It was like BAM! And basically I knew what Pete wanted immediately, because it's Pete and Pete always wants that from Patrick. 8)
And it figures that Pete would follow his advice just to spite him. Pete's such a little bitch sometimes, but that's why we love him.
So then Pete goes onto the Cobra bus, and we all knew it was downhill from there.
He glanced up and grinned slyly as Pete slumped against the doorway. "I take it Suareasy got you with the ol' ball sweat hand."
"Right in the face, dude," Pete cringed, still rubbing at the skin. "Fucking gross. It smells like a jock strap soaked in Burberry."
That is fucking SICK, even if it is Suarez. But it also made me :lmfao which is good.
"We have a really strange friendship, don't we?"
"Yes, but I never get to fully reap the benefits."
"What, is the Wentz finally willing to break his above-the-waist rule and ride the Cobra?" Lifting the brim of his cap, Gabe bit his lip and gave him the dirtiest stare known to man.
"That depends..." Shifting to his knees on the cushion, he returned the look. "If I say yes, will you promise not to refer to it as 'the Cobra' during?"
"What about 'disco stick'?"
If you read the comment above, you already knew that was my favorite part. :lmfao
"But you just told me to be gentler."
"I don't care, fuck me now."
"God, such a fickle little bitch-"
"Fuck me now or I swear to God, I will drop you from Decaydance."
Again, :lmfao :lmfao
And then the end... my heart was breaking.
His mouth drying out, Pete swallowed and shuffled his feet. "I didn't think about it that way... it was, like, a snap decision..."
"Snap... I'm so sure... thanks for making me your gay silver medal." The statuesque boy shot him one last disappointed glare before shutting the door.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Why?! Pete, you little bitch!
The only thing, though, is that it doesn't feel finished. It feels like there's something left that hasn't been told.
"That depends..." Shifting to his knees on the cushion, he returned the look. "If I say yes, will you promise not to refer to it as 'the Cobra' during?"
"What about 'disco stick'?"
Oh. My. GOD. :lmfao
Seriously, you fell from motherfucking HEAVEN.
I need a sequel. I don't give a shit about the contest, JUST GIMME A SEQUEL.