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Pat couldnât help but laugh at the convoluted reasoning the other gave and he shook his head, running a hand through his messy blonde locks. âYouâre ridiculous.â he teased his friend back, knowing that he would in fact miss his company. It wasnât as though Patrick wasnât 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 wasnât 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. âOH, so thatâs the going rate for your free time these days, race tickets? How come Iâm not getting any!â he joked, knowing full well he could get into whatever race he wanted. Everyone knew him around the track; afterall, he was Oâs best friend since they were kids. That didnât change just cause the dark haired male had made it big. This time Patrickâs blue hues rolled as another laugh escaped him. âYeah, right. Just the usual, you know how it is.â he commented with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he turned toward the drive-thru. âItâs too easy sometimes.â














