rated G for GENERAL AUDIENCES; 624 words; TAGGED with date night, post-episode: dead guy in room 4, short & sweet

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David leans over, whispering into Patrick’s ear. “What made you want to see this, again?” He crosses his legs to bump Patrick’s shin with his Converse clad toes. “There's no backstory here, the concept makes no sense. I mean, fairytale characters in high school? What do they need to go to school for; everyone is capable of slow dancing and smooching lips.”

A harsh shhh directed at the two boys can be heard from the row behind them, but David waves a hand, not caring enough to check who the voice belongs to. “I thought it'd be fun!”

"Patrick,” David grabs a hold of his… boyfriend’s bicep (maybe business partner or friends with benefits without the benefits is more accurate; they have yet to discuss labels and quite frankly, now is not the time for David to overthink their relationship status), rubbing the pale skin underneath his too tight and vaguely see-through baby blue button down. “Coming from someone who grew up with an in-home theater, plays are never fun.”

Patrick groans in exasperation while more seething glares and placated hushes are thrown their way. “I'm sorry, David, this was a bad idea.” Without warning, Patrick shoots up and out of his seat, angering the crowd of people who's view of the stage is momentarily blocked by a grown man in his early thirties walking out on his date as he exits the theater. David begins to stand up in lieu of following Patrick, however, intermission is starting soon and he's not a monster who disobeys basic show etiquette; it's not his fault his words carry, blame Mrs. Rose for that one.

As soon as the curtain is drawn shut and the house lights turn on, David doesn't waste a second on searching for Patrick.

After three minutes of hurried spying, quickly peering around corners and weaving through people, disregarding their personal bubble in the process, David finally lays eyes on him.

Patrick lifts his head from in between his legs at the sound of David’s butter smooth voice. “Hey,” David gestures towards the empty spot next to him on the staircase he's inhabiting. “Is this seat taken?” He shakes his head no, David hesitantly mirroring Patrick’s position at the invite to join him. “I hope you know my intention wasn't to make you feel bad—”

Cut off by the outstretch of one of Patrick’s arms, David cocks his head to the side as he waits for him to open his mouth and speak. “You didn't, David, I just… is this going to work? I mean, we're so different.”

"If we were carbon copies of each other, our relationship wouldn't exist; how boring would it be if we agreed on everything all the time and had identical interests?” Patrick chuckles, leaning his head on David’s shoulder.

A silence lingers over them as Patrick chooses his next words carefully. “Did you mean what you said, about not having fun?”

David sighs, looking down at Patrick's hand to ask for permission to intertwine their fingers. When the corner of his mouth quirks into a fond smile, David connects their hands in an affectionate embrace. “Oh, this has been terrible, but at least I’m with you.”

Patrick fully lifts his head up to properly look David in the eyes, tightening his grip on his hand in the process. “Would you rather head back to Ray’s? I think he's out for another hour.”

“If it means I don't have to watch Peter Pan do Algebra any longer, I would be open to entertaining your offer, although, we’ll have to leave now because it'll take us twenty minutes just to get back in Schitt’s Creek."

Jumping onto his feet, Patrick drags David up behind him. “Shall we?”

Before We Were Us, Before I Was Me

What is David and Patrick didn’t get back together after the Olive Branch?

Written by fairmanor @ineffable-wives

Status: Complete- 27,000 words

Rating: Teen

Type: Slow Burn, Olive branch AU, Heavy Angst

Why we love it:

Imagine a writer who can fully capture what it would have been like if Patrick hadn’t returned from getting lunch. There’s so much angst it hurts, but you cheer for the guys to get back together during the whole thing.

Patrick realizes how much he runs away when things get tough. It’s just really well written.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24902902/chapters/60259882

"There were people there that made me feel like I had never seen another human before. They made me feel like I had never lived. I had seen alcohol, but never crystalline fountains of sun and bubbles that slosh through your very veins and heart, cresting like a halo through my better judgement, a single glass more expensive than my Yale tuition. I had seen girls, but never these wandering, opal beauties that came and went like moths, fluttering and twinkling with an arresting confidence that made me believe every word they said. I had seen men, but never…never David Rose."