even in your darkest hour -- patch

[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] Still kind of annoyed that Gabe could be so casual, Patch glared at his best friend in the darkness as he caught the ipod. “It will be your fault if I don’t get high, you know.” He told the other boy, turning the music device on. “Your fault that you didn’t get good quality stuff.” Sure, it was a petty comment, but Patch was in a mood and what could anyone do about it? Nothing. Truth be told, it was really just easier to be pissy than to deal with what had happened, and the fact he kind of wished he could kiss the other boy again. “Your music sucks, too.” He added, as he scrolled through the collection of tunes on the ipod, looking for something to play.

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[gabe]

"You don't know the meaning of the word suck." Gabe rolled his eyes and plopped back down into his spot next to Patch. Leaning over he lifted the ipod from his friend's grasp and quickly scrolled down the menu. Okay, so maybe it sucked a little bit. "I haven't updated that thing in forever." He handed it back and instead focused on the altoid tin he'd brought back with him. It was funny, Gabe didn't really even want to get high but would just to please Patch. "You know, it's okay... if you liked that. I'm not saying you did. But if you did... I'd be the last person to judge you."

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[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] Patch pouted as the ipod was taken away from him. However the pout was soon replaced with a smile as his best friend conceded to him, agreeing that the ipod’s selection of music wasn’t the best. “When this stupid blackout is over, I’m going to sync it with my itunes then you will be cool.” He told Gabe. Selecting some of the songs that didn’t completely suck and putting them on a playlist. He stiffened at Gabe’s next sentence. The frown coming back to his features. He didn’t want to talk about if he liked it. So, the boy did what any self respected man would do, and feigned ignorance. “What the shit are you talking about? I like smoking pott..”

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[gabe]

Gabe rolled his eyes and reached a hand out to smack Patch square in the chest. "You know what the fuck I meant, asshole." Okay, so maybe Gabe wanted the other to admit that he liked it. It would put an end to a lot of jokes and even if it didn't Gabe just wanted to hear that he was right. With an irritated sigh, and before he could even light one of the joints, he leaned over. His hand shot up to Patch's face to guide his chin and allow Gabe easier access to his lips. And there it was again, connection. Lips to kiss swelled lips.

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[PATRICK CONNER PATTISON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,310,true] The kiss took Patch by complete surprise. Considering what a complete prick he had just been when the previous kiss was brought up, it was the last thing he expected. In fact, he probably deserved to be punched in the mouth. Parting their lips just enough to let out a whimper, he spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?” However, without even waiting for an answer, lips crashed upon lips again with vigour. He could deny to Gabe all he liked, but Patch couldn’t deny to himself that he liked this. Though he was completely ready to admit it was just because he hadn’t been with a girl in forever. Yeah, that was it. He was just missing a warm body to make out with.

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