#patrick convo

Pat couldn’t help but laugh at the convoluted reasoning the other gave and he shook his head, running a hand through his messy blonde locks. “You’re ridiculous.” he teased his friend back, knowing that he would in fact miss his company. It wasn’t as though Patrick wasn’t getting enough money from jobs to chauffer them both around. The blonde let out a bark of a laugh as the other man snorted. It wasn’t much of a surprise, girls always liked the idea of a bad boy, far more than they actually liked being with a bad boy. He knew that story all too well. “OH, so that’s the going rate for your free time these days, race tickets? How come I’m not getting any!” he joked, knowing full well he could get into whatever race he wanted. Everyone knew him around the track; afterall, he was O’s best friend since they were kids. That didn’t change just cause the dark haired male had made it big. This time Patrick’s blue hues rolled as another laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right. Just the usual, you know how it is.” he commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he turned toward the drive-thru. “It’s too easy sometimes.”

Patrick looked at the other with a small grin as he shook his head from side to side. “You know I’m not your chauffeur right?” he teased the other, a smirk forming on his lips as his brows raised. “I’m gonna start charging for these late night fast food calls.” 

“C’mon, it doesn’t have to be like that...” Pat started, trying to convince the other not to walk away from him. He knew everything was going to be more complicated since the day she’d walked away at the alter, but he didn’t think she was going to try to completely shut him out....especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong. “I still want us to be friends Kenz. I...I’d choose you anyday. You know that.” @dontxletxgo​

“I’m not really quite sure why you’re making a super big deal out of this?” Pat said, his brows furrowing as he shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s just a little weed.”  

Patrick let out a slight chuckle as she climbed into his lap, and he moved the seat backwards with the electric setting on the side. "When I said you could come for a ride this ain't what I expected." He said, his smirk evident as his hands moved to her hips.

A small chuckle left him at the fact that she sounded more responsible than he did. It wasn’t his fault he’d rather sleep, eat, and drive fast cars all day. A slight smirk lifted the corner of his lips before he gave her a questioning look. “Hey, who says I’m not reformed?” he teased, unable to hold the serious expression for long before a full smirk broke onto his lips. “I’ve got a nice stable girl on my arm and everything.” he joked, staring appreciatively at her body before she covered it. He still had to run home and get changed, so he got up out of the comfortable bed as well, running his fingers through his mused hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good.” he said with a playful eye roll, though his brow rose slightly. “You tryna get me to sneak out to come back and see you? You’re a bad influence.” he teased.

Patrick couldn’t help the small smile on his face, though he still shook his head slightly against the headrest before looking back at them. “I told you not to make a big deal out of this.” he reminded with a light chuckle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of his birthday, mostly because it had always been forgotten about in favor of what his father considered more important things. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone bothered to even wish him a Happy Birthday.