Christmas Eve will find me where the love light beams Title: Christmas Eve will find me Where the love light beams
Author:
p_will
Beta: Eris \u0026lt;3
Characters / Pairing: Pete
/ Ryan [List 3, 5 / 12 @
CUM ] + unresolved! Pete / Patrick, unresolved! Ryan / Brendon (Jon / Spencer, Andy / Joe, et cetera)
Rating: PG
Warnings: slash , so banality, written two in the morning.
Word Count:
2856 (FDP)
Disclaimer: well I hope to be less stupid than that.
Note: In the magical universe
where Panic were never separated and they are all gay and rather stupid \\ o / The title is from I'll Be Home For Christmas ... boh (personally I prefer the version with Bing Crosby) Summary:
Pete has a plan. Unfortunately, even Ryan. ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sh7x1yYnP_bqz08Oj5d4JKlbnqFS1Y15caLfkVi6-7mukw7iZq9zGj6CwxAlsCFgCA6ZhGDHT0nViwNIQx9JjKnMmm_HilfTukTLC7r-GBR_IASA=s0-d)
So Pete has a plan. is a simple plan, clever, and perfect in its obviousness. He wants to go to Patrick to let them know of the matter and give a hug to get a reward, but because the plan is to embed Patrick would not be very wise to inform him, so he gives a hug to reward yourself.
"Um," says Andy, stopping at the door, "I have to put the label does not disturb me when I leave?"
Pete turns around, still clutching tightly her shoulders and smiles in a way that shows off every now and then deliberately disturbing, because there 'is no one can dissuade him from his good mood now that he has discovered to be a genius. "Hurley, I have a plan!"
"Ossignore." "It's simple, ingenious, and Patrick will have no way out once that I caught."
Andy settles his glasses. "We still do not want to ask him out?"
"This plan is best ," Pete exclaims, throwing his hands in the air in a gesture annoyed. "It includes ambushes, atmosphere, pathos, Christmas, and sex under the mistletoe!"
"... use the family traditions that Wentz?"
Pete winces shocked, as if you were imagining at that moment under the mistletoe sex scenes in the corridors . "You're making it sound like my plan immoral nonsense!"
"Please forgive me, it was not my intention," says Andy flatly while rummaging in a drawer. "It's amazing that your plan Patrick kissing under the mistletoe has upset me deeply."
'Well,' Pete mutters "How I felt I had made the most witty."
There are few people who can do " hmm hmm "in a nerve-wracking as Andy. It must be something in the tone of voice, white nerves like a petulant little boy. "I do not need your understanding, spoilsport! Now, if you do, I have a load of lime to order. " 
" Sure, "she says, pulling out the iPod from the tray and doing to get out. Before leaving, she turns to Pete for a moment, he pulled out a quadernino and is finishing a huge title just written on top of a blank page and says slyly, "I still expect to reach at least December, making deliveries. You know, otherwise it rots. "
*
" But these things are planned for
time, Spence. "
" What are you planning? Buy a bunch of mistletoe, presented to his house and saltagli him when he opens the door! "
Ryan glares at him and, revenge, tries to slather on the couch that are dividing to take up all the cushions. It is pure illusion, which is to succeed, but the important thing is the intention. "See, this is why I
write our lyrics and
you limit yourself to beat drums."
Spencer returned the glances, take a half-dozen pillows that are not a hundred pounds of Ryan able to cover him and banging on his belly. Ryan makes a satisfying noise of air mattress that deflates. O, b ', in his case as an armrest that deflates.
"You're a madman. Jon Walker, tell him he is a madman. "
Jon, from his location on the carpet with their backs resting on the couch between their legs, gives some sympathy tap on the knee of Ryan without taking your eyes off the TV.
and his Discovery Channel documentary will be banned from this television forever, Ryan decides. Spencer stupid, stupid boy Spencer and his stupid animals fixed for tender (including Brendon).
Oooh, a report on the pandas.
"There are," Ryan says, opening her mouth stunned by his genius. Would expect some "ooh" and "aah" or even a "take your elbow out of my belly," but neither of those two spirits simply remarkable - as it would be right - so repeats "I know!" a few decibels higher, beating a hand on the open palm for emphasis.
"Where are you from?" Asked Brendon, who returned from the bathroom, which launched with much grace and agility over the back of the sofa and landed in the empty seat between Ryan and Spencer with pinpoint precision, throwing only three pillows and a can RedBull's empty and potentially reap an ear of Jon. Picks up a pillow from the floor, if he holds to his chest and turned to Ryan with a curious grin.
"Err-" Ryan is in trouble, not just because of mesh nell'acrobazia Brendon has raised
everywhere and now there is a good palm of his bare back which makes it difficult to concentrate on something else. What God wants to lick it. But if the plan works, you can do all this and more. "No, nothing, really. Hey, you there at the Christmas party of Pete, do you? "
*" What would you say that you're not?! "
Patrick winces and holds up a hand to cover the ear in which Pete is very ineducatamente, screaming like an eagle. This was not his idea of "composing session", if he is allowed to complain.
"Patrick is a Christmas party! It's my
Christmas party, "Pete continues, not so much sitting on the bench beside the above
Patrick. "If you're not there will be a disaster, horrible, all the trees will be limp and the lights do not shine el'eggnog will be bitter! You are the gift of all for me, you would not be there at Christmas! "
(Across the room, lying in the bunk of Andy, the drummer Joe looks in disbelief wondering what need there is already a Grand Piano when Pete says a couple of times a day. sufferer Andy shakes his head and points out that, while they can be a little 'alone, can better use his time meditating on the folly of Pete. Joe laughs and begins to read aloud Watchmen.)
"Pete, when we last met?" Patrick asked in a tone control.
Pete thinks for a moment, confused. "Uhm ..."
"You see? You do not even remember the last time we saw each other because we always see
, I can not brush my teeth or go to sleep without seeing you, and meanwhile are
few months that my mother does not see me, and is beginning to complain that I look skinny. "
" Do not you ever put on a diet, Patrick "Pete assured him fervently, with finger pricking the flesh side of Patrick to show what we take to have a soft singer.
Patrick casts his hand in exasperation, and safely ignore the term of offense Pete. "Pete, listen to me, I should spend the Christmas holidays with my family.
I spend Christmas with my family, it seems a reasonable request. "
" But we are
your family! "
Patrick rubs his eyes and holds the lenses in an exasperated growl. "Pete
..."
"Trick, Tricky Trickster, Pattycake, please
" Pete is gone begging him to Patrick spread than in any other place more reasonable "Come to my party, drop before midnight so toast, your relatives may not want you to keep under a glass case also Christmas Eve, Paaaaa-'
"Yes, yes, okay, I'm coming!"
Pete let out a yell of joy, Patrick sincerely swear never to do so more within a hundred yards away, Andy screams of berths and stop making noise for once.
* What the party is not mess it is
creative chaos, says Gabe.
Or a bunch of guys drunk who can not go in a straight line from a couch to another, as Andy says. He says a bit 'less since he allowed to get their hands anywhere on his
boy drunk to keep it straight, but still.
decoration 'murmurs Spencer as they pass in front of a chilling wreath in the shape of Bartskull inhuman size, hanging in the entrance of your home Wentz. It had to be green, at one time, before being almost completely covered with colored streamers at odds with each other and a pair of balls strategically hung.
Pete is a smile that lights up her face. "True? The base is William, but the decorated Gabe. "
course.
"But where is the alcohol," Ryan calls ringing, looking around discreetly and taking mental note of the position of each ball of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling (and there are very many, it is to say that). The best thing for Brendon Ryan would be able to nail under the sprig hung on the kitchen door - where there is alcohol -, and let him drink, and then exit and take Ribecco chance to discuss their feelings in a more discreet place . As a bedroom. The stairs to the upstairs are right next to the kitchen, too!
An excellent plan, really, except that before Pete can only indicate the direction of alcohol all his band mates were diverted to other places without mistletoe - or worse, having mistletoe without him. Maybe he should include the unknown "outside world" in his excellent plan.
"Ryro, you want something stronger?" Asked Pete, worried by the sudden negative aura of the guitarist, and puts an arm around my shoulder-(seh, you would like) to life to comfort him.
Ryan does not respond, and fixed with hatred Shane enthusiastic about his new hat with Christmas lights to Brendon. The Jon Spencer or at least they stayed back to Brendon's attention where it should be, but no, not, they too have succumbed to the lure of the festival - like the beer that is offering around William at mo 'Santa's too high, or other worldly amusements which Ryan could not care less.
"No, I just want to make a turn," murmured, and Pete just shakes that Life is too thin. Ryan can not suppress a small smile, and slips away from the wall of Pete with a playful kiss in his direction. Pete chuckles and raises his hand to pretend to catch the little kiss on the fly (and before taking things diosolosadove, because Pete), when a familiar voice makes him turn quickly.
A familiar voice with a hint of acidity as familiar, unfortunately, that is from a Patrick just arrived with his hat and coat still covered with snow, red cheeks and lips in a tight bend just conciliatory. Joe follows him - to the point of drunkenness where it is still shiny but try an unusual love for the whole world - that says, rubbing her arms strong to put away the cold: "Do you really need a butler, because with the cabbage that I go back to open by that time. Send us Ryan, her dress is perfect. "
" I think Ryan is engaged, "said Patrick in a light tone, but it is tightening the eyelids in the way that Pete know that Joe does not smell too good for the danger coming. Joe, who is still steady on his legs, until it can escape, but Pete was too excited since Christmas and Patrick and the plan that can finally start that it is as if he pulled a kick on the shin, to the danger.
"Pattycake," she smiles, lighting up the whole room, and takes him under his arm without even leaving time to take off her coat. "I began to worry about, you know? Cos'avrei done without my favorite singer? "
" Oh, I believe that one way to kill time you would have found "said Patrick, and it is only because it is finally warm and all his friends greet him warmly and Pete are virtually taking the hand that acidity should leak from his comment is almost gone.
Exactly why Pete does not understand anything and responds happily: "You're right, the party is great! Gerard has even promised to do some drawing when all will be too mushy to stay vertical! "
Patrick simply shakes his head and laughs.
*
"What is that long face at Christmas?"
Ryan grumpy grunts, but he did take the biscuit ginger which is port and munching gloomily as it moves to make room for Spencer in the chair. "Your husband is flirting with William, you should not look after him?"
"Your crush is ignoring you in a spectacular way, you should not get up and do something
?
Easy to say, but the main point of his plan has proved a double edged sword: there is so much mistletoe in the house every three steps you may end up making out with someone. The rate of exchange of saliva of this festival is in fact incredibly high even for a party of Pete.
On the other hand, Brendon is not over yet in the clutches of anyone - a sign of destiny ...?
Spencer snorts and stands up (to go to save troubled by Jon William maneuvers, because the romance was going backwards). "Just know," she says, "that your crush is going to end up under the mistletoe with Bob Bryar." Then he goes, chuckling shots from sprinter of that fool of his best friend.
"Ryan," Brendon says, pleasantly surprised by his appearance and not by the fact that he was just pulled out of his way to the desserts for no apparent reason. "What?"
"I, uh ... I wanted to save you from a kiss with Bob? "
Brendon looks at Bob and then the mistletoe at one meter from carefree with their concerns. "For me there was nothing wrong,"
"
Thanks, Ross" murmured Bob, and disappears into the crowd without the bunches of mistletoe as a ninja. The other two are vaguely impressed.
"Then," Brendon says finally, "I thirst, to accompany me in the kitchen?"
Ryan's eyes glow an eerie cast. Brendon takes him for a yes.
* "You know, I do not think you really need my presence to fix the sandwiches," says Patrick, head bent to one side while cover the dish that is composing.
"
Shcchesse
!" Trilla Pete, and perhaps his animalistic ways would make more sense if you took away that candy dog mouth to speak like normal people, or at least educated. (Pete has not the slightest intention to remove it, because it is a totally sweet in the most allusive and gives a good taste in his mouth, for the FINAL PHASE OF THE PLAN.) He stops behind Patrick and he studied the work in progress , nibbling the end of the cake. If he takes away from his mouth with a snap and obscene if the beats on his lips thoughtfully. "I do not see anything for a fir tree."
'Well, you try to do a Christmas tree with a sandwich and then tell me how you are. "
" I'm artistically incompetent, I have dragged you here on purpose 'and does a grin with teeth all red candy coloring, and Patrick looks bad but not that much.
"If I had known your sinister plans ..."
"You would have passed the same," says Pete, always with that ghignetto, but his stomach does a somersault
because we have, it's time
. "Come on, no matter if it looks like a birch, let's drag him there."
and walked towards the door, the berries of the mistletoe that golden seem a few steps away from their heads.
*
But mistletoe is a magic plant.
a couple of things happen simultaneously: *
Patrick, having been asked to carry alone with a tray of snacks stacked in an absurd, stays behind to make sure not to drop anything.
*
Ryan, to make sure no one is willing to undermine the guy who has to undermine him, he looks askance at all around, sure that their actual road is clear.
*
Pete, too excited by the plan and the final phase will arrive in time, has no time to think about the rest of the world, or dodge to pass Ryan on the other side of the door, with the result that you end up at him.
*
Brendon is an idiot.
*
"Ryro, six under the mistletoe with Pete," Brendon laughs, pointing to the branch above them. "You know it is bad luck if you kiss?"
"Yes Pete, bad luck," said Patrick, in a tone that ensures clear that the misfortune is already descending on him like a condor over a carcass. It is rather strange that it has already dropped all the sandwiches to wield the tray and break the teeth of Pete.
Ryan is simply too shocked to do anything but open and close the mouth without a whisper. He was ... he was in danger of
Brendon caught under the mistletoe with who knows who, not
him ... The murders of Patrick's instincts seem to be shared.
'Oh well', "says Pete, blinking, and need something much more intelligent if you do not want to be electrocuted on the spot," Ry, what a coincidence. "
Ryan A pinch your hands, really.
"We want to end by the evening? Stand in my way "exclaims Patrick, with a perverse sense of self-harm.
Pete looks at him, hesitated, then turns to Ryan and ... shrugs. Ryan is almost absolutely certain that they did not really intend to
- when Pete gets up just about Tips and takes his face in his hands to his lips and paste.
Brendon makes a little applause, that Patrick would imitate something banging on the head of Pete.
"
Wentz 'Ryan growls when you fall off, in the tiny space between their faces. "Tu-
you've ruined my plan-"
"You too," Pete mumbles, "but now ..." And
back to kiss him - kiss because Ryan has never been on the list of unpleasant things to do, despite everything - and Ryan shoves his tongue in his mouth because if he wants this war, this war will have. Squeezes the neck of the sweatshirt and Pete shoves her fingers through her hair per fargli piegare il viso verso un angolo migliore, ed è il miglior fallimento di piano che potessero desiderare finchè-
Finché il vassoio con i tramezzini non cade effettivamente a terra, mentre l’applauso divertito di Brendon si spegne in un silenzio freddo, e passano tutti un brutto quarto d’ora.
*
Pete passa la serata inseguendo Patrick nella speranza di riuscire a farsi ascoltare per spiegare che non era per fargli vedere
quello
che l’aveva supplicato di venire, e Ryan si ritrova costretto a dimostrare a Brendon che non gli interessava affatto baciare Pete limonando con metà degli invitati.
Nella loro corona di foglie, le bacche di vischio continuano maliciously to shine in the dim light of the Christmas lights.
