spare me

The idea of living in an all girls dorm, brought Patrick immediate satisfaction. His arms crossed with a tell me more’ expression, he was liking what he was hearing. He watched Matty banter back and forth with Lucy, completely tuning them out. He was a guy, he couldn’t help but really think about it. He smiled to himself, discreetly. At Lucy’s call, he snapped back into reality, clearing his throat. “I say yeah,” he replied quickly, a huge grin plastered on his face. He turned to Matty, completely smug. “Fannntastic,” Lucy mused, typing away. After a few moments, she clasped her hands together, facing the two. “Alright. You’re officially out, and have been listed as a commuter. I placed in our home address, just in case they decided mail anything to you so Gram and Gramps don’t have to be alerted by anything.”

Tilting his head from side to side, Patrick’s eyes wandered over the crowd, in deep thought. He couldn’t help but day dream the consequences of failing, and how Rachel would resent him for it. If the blonde was completely innocent, Patrick would feel more sympathetic than guilty— but he was full on paying for lying to her, for much longer than he anticipated. Taking a deep steady breath, Patrick lazily motioned his head to his left, eyes quickly catching onto a black hooded figure. He paused, quickly pushing himself off the wall as he walked over to the guy. “Hey! Travis!” he called, jogging over to him. The two barely knew each other, but Patrick knew that Travis was notorious for his drug dealing in the boys dorm since the first day. The two shared a math class together, despite the guy only showing up once a week. Turning, he took off his sunglasses, nodding to Patrick. “Hey, man,” he greeted, the two quickly sharing a handshake. “Hey.. you got any on you?” Patrick was quick to the point, knowing that Travis was the same way. He reciprocated with a nod, momentarily surprised that Patrick was asking for drugs. He then nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, you look like a high mother fucker,” he chuckled. Patrick made a face, questioning his impression on others, but was quick to shake it off when he pulled out a black plastic bag. “Alright, whatchu want? I got some co—” “Anything, man. Anything relatively ‘strong’.” Nodding, Travis dug into the bag, pulling out a tiny Ziploc. “S’gonna be fifty, man.” With a heavy eye roll, Patrick groaned, taking out his wallet. This is fucking bullshit, he mentally cursed, exchanging the money with the Ziploc.

The carnival was beginning to hit a slump by the time Matilda came back from her dirty, dirty deed. She looked for Violet but she was nowhere to be seen; the brunette probably went on a break or something--something she definitely deserved considering how long Matilda was gone. It was better that way... Better in terms of Violet not seeing how anxious and stressed out she was getting just by the thought of what could happen not only to her, but to Deacon. She had just gotten closer to him as a friend, and if ever the whole thing blew over, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself not telling him that it was her who did it. He’d probably call her a coward, a name she wasn’t a stranger to, and probably leave her like her brother had years ago. She couldn’t stand being alone. Only recently had she been happier than she ever was--making friends at the absolute last year of high school, rekindling her relationship with her brother-- But no, the Geminis had to roll in and ruin everything for her. “What a great fucking way to start off the fucking year,” she said mostly to herself as she sat over the water of the tank.

Making a face at the dwarf beside him, Patrick rolled his eyes, not amused. What in the world could possess God– if there was one, to have him room with the possessed demon that is ‘Gerry’? Huffing, he continued to rub his eyes with annoyance, blocking out Matty’s sarcastic support. Peaking through his fingers and low hung head, he looked up when Aunt Lucy started to speak, as though she’d shine some sort of light on the situation. Opening himself from his slump, Patrick straightened his back when she stopped herself, then shooting a look at his opposing friend. “Don’t even what?” he stood, intervening. Lucy bounced her focus from Matty and Patrick, biting her lip with a shrug. “Matty’s roommate dropped out last minute… something about commuting. Since you two lived together for a while already… I was just thinking.. you know..”

Leaning against the entrance way of the fun house, Patrick dug his hand into his pocket, reaching for his phone. “Have fun,” he muttered lazily to the kids, running past him. Without much thought, he tapped onto the message icon, after hearing a notification going off. Patrick never really took the Gemini’s seriously; they seemed like a huge joke. Like, who the hell blackmails random teenagers for the hell of it? However, he swallowed hard after rereading the text for the fourth time. If Patrick’s secret was just about him, he wasn’t sure he’d care about following the Gemini’s orders. He didn’t know about everyone else, but this was not just about him. He breathed in deeply, keeping his cool as he nodded to a family walking past him. Fuck, me.

Patrick briefly looked Matty’s way, before completely turning his attention back to Lucy. He recalled the moment she announced to the two of them about her new job position. It was a late afternoon, and Patrick was at their house, as usual. In a hot second, Lucy came barging in, yelling about some new job. The position didn’t occur to Patrick until this very moment, where her assistance was very much needed. Lucy raised a brow, turning to her computer to look up Patrick’s roommate. “….Gerald Carpenter,” she said aloud, in attempt to recall his face. “Oh! Gerry!” she called, walking away from her desktop. “Oh, Gerry!” Patrick mocked, impatient. “Luce, switch me, please!” Her lips pressed into a thin line, she rolled her eyes, shrugging. “I can’t. There’s no more room in the boys dorm. It’s all filled up, Pat.” His expression fell, lazily dropping into the chair beside Matty. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, rubbing his temples.