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Song: Shortie Like Mine by Bow-Wow.

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"I need to talk to you." Patrick said tensely walking into his friend Pete's classroom.

"Okay." Pete said sounding amused as he leaned back in his seat. "Having problems with Robin?" He asked with a smirk.

"No. I am not 'having problems with Robin'. Robin and I have no problems. You and I have a big one though." Pete raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"And that would be…?"

"I love Robin, and I understand that you are stuck in your bachelor days or whatever but I won't tolerate you treating her the way you do. You're going to treat her with the respect she deserves or I'm not going to be around you." Pete furrowed his eyebrows deep in thought.

Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around 'cause
I done looked out and searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine
baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me
Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me
search around the world but you will never find another shorty like mine
shorty like mine

Suddenly his eyes lit up in recognition and a hint of shock. "You really love her don't you?" Pete asked looking as though all his ideal shad been put through a paper shredder.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" Patrick exclaimed.

"I didn't think it was possible." Pete said more to himself then to Patrick. "I'll be nicer to your darling Robin." Pete said his smirk now firmly back in place. Patrick shrugged his shoulders; he didn't care that his friend was mocking him as long as he finally understood what he'd been saying all along.

I knew when I ran into this one she would be the redrum of my pimpin'
Knew she would be the one to make me stop caring about other girls
on my jock and gettin' them she was the one to slow me down hold me down
I roll wit her know go wit it now Im'a grow wit it now I'ma go get her thas how
I got her don't be mad you can't get one hotta broke the mold when they made lil' momma
I don't care what my niggas say she been there everyday for my drama Some of the homies
hate 'cause they want her wish they the ones thas datin' my woman gone get a good look 'cause she fine
and I don't mind 'cause she mine

"You want to ask her to marry you, don't you." Pete said. Despite the wording it was a statement not a question. Pete knew him too well, they had always been two of a kind.

"I knew, from the moment I met her, I knew, I saw her and instantly, I knew she would be the one to change me, she was the one for me, and it scared me, but I knew. It's her, it's always been her, and it's always going to be her." Patrick answered ignoring his friend's comment.

"So, when are you going to ask her?" Pete asked his eyes dancing in amusement.

"I'm not sure." Patrick admitted.

Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around 'cause
I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine
baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me
Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me
search around the world but you will never find another shorty like mine
shorty like mine

"Well…what does she like?"

"Work."

"Be serious." Pete said the smirk never leaving his face.

"Er, she likes the carnival, we went last year, but personally I thought we were going to die…I warned her the Ferris wheel would stop, the metal would rust and we would fall to our deaths, but did she listen…?...No!"

"…" Pete raised an eyebrow at his friend leaning back still farther in his chair.

"Great! Thanks!" Patrick said fleeing the room and shouting a goodbye over his shoulder to his friend.

And i got all this love inside of me and all I wanna do is give it to her
I don't care wat the fellas say bout it 'cause i got something to say bout
Wat I'm about to say is straight up real talk no cut I don't play bout'by that
There ain't a price u can put on a girl who knows just wat to say when
you need to hear it the most and I'ma tell you somethin' else if
I don't know nothin' else I know

Pete was standing on the pier and pondering his latest conversation with the person he cosnidered to be his bestfriend when he felt someone crash into him headlong. He spun quickly and grabbed the person by their arm to prevent them from falling. "Robin, just the woman I wanted to talk to." Pete said as he set her back on her feet and stooped to pick up the file she had dropped when she bumped into him. Robin raised an eyebrow at him but murmured a thank you when he handed her the folder. "I was talking to Patrick today, and I just, don't expect me to say this again, but I wanted to say I was sorry, I was rude to you, and I didn't respect you or your relationship with Patrick, I realized that somehow shockingly you two have stumbled upon actual love, not just the common figmantation of it most people have nowadays."

"…" Robin gaped at the profesor open mouthed. Pete flashed her a grin. "I wasn't the nicest to you either." Robin acknolwedged.

"Don't apologize. I deserved it." Pete ordered.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that, but then I never thought I'd fall in love with Patrick, and I did."

"Patrick was insistant that I learn to respect you, and in the course of his ravings I realized that in order to act that insane, he'd have to really love you." Robin laughed at that. "I have to go, I have a night classt to teach, but I really am sorry." Pete said grinning at her.

"Bye, don't worry about it." Robin said smiling back at him.

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