urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xlikexaxbulletx xlikexaxbulletx xlikexaxbulletx 2007-04-03T22:33:00Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xlikexaxbulletx:2520 2007-04-03T22:33:00Z 2007-04-03T22:33:00Z <b>Reflection</b><br /><br />Patrick reflects on Pete when he can no longer do what he's so well known for.<br /><br />Just a drabble, my first post on here and only my second fic so constructive criticism welcome and appreciated. Written for the <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/we_are_cities/37973.html#cutid1">Feb 17 07 prompt</a><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />It hurts. Sitting here in this room with you. A white room. A room with no character. A room that's so different from the one I know you'd rather be in. I'd rather be in that other room with you. It's warmer. It's safer. You wouldn't be lying there. As pale as the walls. As pale as the sheets on the bed. As pale as the negative of the shadows dancing across the wall opposite the window.<br /><br />And that's wrong too. How can the shadows dance? How can they have the energy? How can they be so frivolous? When you're lying there and you can't dance. You don't have the energy. Nothing about you is frivolous anymore. You don't laugh when something gets knocked over. You don't smile when I accidentally say double entendres. You don't make me blush with a wink. Or duck my head with a comment. You just lie there. You make me be your words as well as your voice.<br /><br />And it's not even like it's your fault. I know that. It's the disease that's eating you. I know that too. I know that you'd rather be running around in the sunshine. Chasing your shadow. Making Hemy chase sticks. Just to see you smile and hear you laugh when he brings them back. I know that you'd rather sit on the grass, notebook in your lap. Just writing. Doodling with words. Just like you used to.<br /><br />But you can't. And that's what hurts the most.<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xlikexaxbulletx:1078 2006-04-09T18:36:56Z 2006-04-09T18:36:56Z Ok, so I'm usually a lurker but I found this on fobrock and I thought of this community. It made me squee anyway!<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br />asked by ashlee on Apr 8 2006 6:35PM<br /><br />go to quizilla .com search patrick stump and theres this gross story about patrick...........um....yeah<br /> answered by peter on Apr 8 2006 7:58PM<br /><br />patrick doesnt do gross things. his body is made up of kittens, saturdays, 70 degree weather, first kisses and butterflies. trust me, i cut that bitch open once to check.<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xlikexaxbulletx:992 2006-04-07T22:58:25Z 2006-04-07T22:58:25Z p!atd "Lying..." i don't know if anyone even bothers to look at this. really this is just my writing journal for when i get the balls to actually post in any of the communities i'm a member of. my proper journal is <a href="http://invisiblenutter.livejournal.com">http://invisiblenutter.livejournal.com</a> and i think thats all i need to say. go have a look if you give a shit. &hearts; xxx urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xlikexaxbulletx:380 2005-11-06T14:35:12Z 2005-11-06T14:35:12Z Foo Fighters - Tired of You ok guys, in case u didn't read the user info, this journal is friends only. comment if u want me 2 add u. don't jst say "add me" tho coz thats stupid. if i added every1 who said that, i'd be as well having a public journal. leave me some info. if u look cool, i'll add u.