THIS IS FICTION. IT IS NOT TO INSULT, MOCK, OR IN ANY WAY EMBARRASS THE PEOPLE MENTIONED IN IT. ESPESCIALLY FALL OUT BOY. DEFINITELY NOT FALL OUT BOY. THANK U.
Patrick laughed. What had happened to Daryl with the giant drums was quite funny.
"So, Patrick, what embarrassing thing's gone wrong on stage for you guys?"
Patrick knew Daryl was talking about his band, Fall Out Boy, but swallowed thickly when they were brought into the conversation. He was very cautious to avoid questions about them, considering people always thought it was appropriate to ask them whether they would have a new album, or a new song after their 'decompression', as Pete had put it. Pat smiled at the mention of one of his best friends.
"Pat? You feelin' alright?"
Patrick looked up, startled out of Memory Lane by the sound of the country singer's voice.
"Huh? Y-Yeah, it's cool, just zoned out, that's all. Well, there was once when we had to do this, like, jump thing through the stage with hydraulic power, you know, but, like, you see, there was this whole 'FOB' thing, and we had Jay-Z announcing for us, and it was, like, so awesome, but the hydraulics froze, and we had to, like, crawl through the platform, and it was just, like, so totally embarrassing."
Everyone laughed at Patrick's confession, and Patrick flashed that 'adorable grin', as his friend – that everyone assumed was his girlfriend – put it. Why people came up with that assumption, he really didn't know. Wait, what that you said? Which am I talking about? Oh, both. Sure, his friend since four years old was pretty attractive, and she was his first kiss – if you count cosplaying a Star Wars kissing scene a first kiss, then yeah – but they weren't like that. She was actually engaged! But because of all the damn media and their inability to keep those wretched cameras to themselves, she had to secretly elope. Secretly elope! As if eloping wasn't bad enough……but, if the media heard that she was getting married, and NOT to Patrick, her 'alleged' boyfriend, oooh, that wouldn't be too good for Patrick. As for the adorable-ness, he really didn't get a say in what names people dubbed him and his doings, did he? Again, he remembered when Joe pinched his cheek and said that he looked 'like a little kid that was an undercover angel'.
Patrick didn't take that as a compliment in the slightest.
At that moment, Pete had slapped Joe's hand away and wrapped an arm around Patrick, as he usually did, in a way that made Patrick feel insecure.
"Go get your own play thing." He had growled.
Patrick had turned his head from one to the other, annoyed at the idea of being anybody's toy.
"You guys both know that I'm still legally a human being, therefore that would be a violation of the human code of conduct to treat me, a human being, as a belonging of any sort, right…..?"
A hand waved impatiently in front of Patrick's face. He was snapped, yet again, from a memory.
"Patrick? What the hell? Are you sure you're ok?"
The cameras and other recording equipment was resting on the floor in the dining room, and hence the time Patrick finally decided he wouldn't have to smile all the time when someone talked to him. He looked up at Elisa and pursed his lips. "I'm fine. I can daydream without the FBI bringing me to court, you know."
"Sheesh, what's got stuck up your-"
"Anyhow, Patrick, I must say that you're quite the musician. I bet you can play any instrument at all!" Daryl said, interrupting Elisa before she could say something too inappropriate.
Patrick smiled, a little embarrassed. "Well, I don't think I'm really any good at playing instruments or anything……."
"Sure you are! Guitar, drums, piano…..you can play it all!"
Patrick was a little taken aback. "Well, maybe not all, but a few, I guess."
"Tell you what; I'll give you a challenge – be able to play all the different variety of your instruments by the time you're back for another episode."
"W-wha….?"
"Knew you would agree! Thanks bud!" Daryl thumped Patrick on the back. Patrick almost choked on his own spit, and ended up coughing instead. Daryl chuckled nervously. "Eh, sorry about that, Pat…"
"I-t's, *hack* fine, re-*cough*-really."
Daryl nodded absentmindedly before going off to talk to one off the acoustic guitarist, leaving Patrick and Elisa in bizarre.
"Patrick…?"
"Yeah..?"
"What did he say…..?"
"Oh, nothing really. I just have t learn how to play every kind of drum, guitar, and piano by the time I'm in another episode…."
"What?! That's……!"
"I know,' friggn' impossible, why the hell didn't I say something, and im a total idiot', am I right?"
Elisa smirked. "You know just what I think at the right times, Patty."
Patrick gritted his teeth. "Don't call me that. And that's got nothing to do with the problem."
"What problem? All you have to do is learn to play like some psychotic teenager with that musical disorder that means they can't put down anything that can play 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' for two friggn' seconds."
"That's not it either."
'The problem is I'm screwed.'