Andy’s gotten the room draw. Again. He doesn’t know what his friend’s deal is, but Patrick’s been really restless since Andy’s been rooming by himself, and not with the rest of the guys.
Now Andy’s thoroughly confused, Patrick’s thoroughly embarrassed - he is, after all, asking to sleep with Andy - and they’re both standing in the doorway of Andy’s room, Patrick half in the hallway.
"No, it’s fine." Patrick says. "I’m not - it’s not - I don’t mind, Andy. I totally get it. I’ll room with Pete, or something."
"No, Patrick, it’s okay, you can sleep here if you’d like," Andy says, trying to fix his mistake, which would be easier if he knew what it was. "If you want the room you can have it. I can room with Pete."
Patrick sighs heavily in frustration. “No, it’s not - ugh, you don’t get it.”
"What don’t I get?" Andy waves his hands around. "I thought - ugh." He raises his eyebrows at Patrick. "There’s a serious lack of communication here, and I’m going to close the door if it isn’t fixed."
"I want to sleep with you," Patrick mumbles incoherently.
"I want to sleep with you." Patrick’s gone bright red and he stares at his shoes. "You know, sleep. In your bed. With you."
Andy’s jaw goes slack for a quick second, but then pulls Patrick into the room and shuts the door. “You could’ve just said that from the beginning, you know.”
Woahwoah first time reading a FOB fanfic
we live in a world where pizza gets to your house before the police.
That’s because the pizza guy has consequences if his job is done incorrectly.
but not by the pizza guy
Sherlock Holmesor Malcolm Tucker