This is a bad idea

[wednesday_whimsy]

Stolen from dizzydame

For the first 10 commenters (limit 1 per customer, cheeky little monkies) leaving me a starting sentence, I will write you a (short) fic. You can also provide me the pairing you'd like (if you want one).

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[jacqui-hw.livejournal.com]

The bus pulled onto the road somewhere around 2 that morning.

Pete could hear Joe moving around up front. This whole arrangement was the worst idea ever. He reached for his phone and sent Patrick a message.

This is all your fault. I hate you.

The reply was so fast, Pete thought Patrick must have been waiting for his text.

Go and talk to him you idiot.

Like Patrick even knew what he was talking about.

His phone beeped again.

I know what I'm talking about.

Pete really hated it when Patrick did that. He crawled off the bed and reached for the door handle. It took several deep breaths before he found the courage to open the door.

"Hey," Joe said, with a forced lightness when Pete finally ventured into the lounge. "Can't sleep?"

Pete shook his head.

"Me neither. You want a beer?"

Pete nodded and took the bottle that was offered. Joe walked back to the sofa and picked up the remote. "You want to watch something?"

"Sure," Pete murmured, but he didn't sit down. It couldn't be this easy to go back to being friends. Not after everything that had happened between them.

Joe sighed. "I'm not going to bite. We're going to have to live like this. Come on. Sit down."

Pete looked at Joe, curled up in the corner of the sofa. His eyes were sad and his face was red. He looked like Pete felt.

"What are we watching?" Pete asked, mimicking Joe's easy tone as he sat down beside him.

[ditchwitchbitch.livejournal.com]

You forgot the italics.

I wish there was more of this, as I said the other day, but I love it all the same.