alone together

[spencerhellareid]

[luke-avery-blog]

Luc heard Patrick clunking around in the kitchen and hoped he was making some food. After all Patrick knew that he couldn’t cook and therefore couldn’t survive fending for himself. When he was done going though the file he was working on for a case he walked out of his room and found Patrick laying on the couch. Grinning he ran over and jumped on top of his roommate screaming like a wildman. 

[pxtrick-blog]

Patrick didn’t react to the wild screaming or being jumped on because at this point he was used to it. “What do you want Luc?” he said into the pillow not bothering to move so he could be heard better. He knew he would have to be getting up to make dinner soon and suspected that was what all the jumping and hollering was about. 

[pxtrick-blog]

Patrick had been unusually exhausted and didn’t know what was draining him so much. As soon as he got home from grocery shopping he put all of the refrigerated and frozen stuff away before walking over to the couch and plopping down. He grabbed a pillow from behind and held it against his chest. @evans-luc

[lcrnadanes-blog]

“ shhhh, shhh. will you let me contemplate my life goals and whether or not i should dye my hair brown and get bangs in peace?? a new season of new girl is on netflix and that is all this shop is going to see for the next week, probably. ” 

[pxtrick-blog]

“I wasn’t saying anything?”

[tfwtaylor-blog]

it took taylor a second to fully grasp what the other was telling him. “oh!” he responded finally, still a bit shocked at his mistake. “shit, i’m sorry. you just –– you look like someone else, i guess. my bad.” 

[pxtrick-blog]

“It would be pretty cool to think I have a doppelgänger somewhere” he smiled setting his camera down, “I’m Patrick. Just moved back here about a month or two ago. You probably know my nephews, they’re about your age”

[tfwtaylor-blog]

grateful for the few remaining weeks left of break, taylor decided to do something a little different with his day. he found himself wandering around the closest park, scuffing his sneakers on the gravel pathway, his eyes wandering between the food stands and the people lying in the grass. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar face and didn’t hesitate to make his way to where they stood. “hey,” he began, a joking smile growing on his face, “haven’t seen ya since last year.” 

[pxtrick-blog]

Patrick looked up from his camera, not recognizing who the voice came from. He was just going through some of the photographs he’d just taken of the landscape when the male spoke. He furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know you at all?”

[noellejpeg-blog]

to say that noelle was relieved about today’s change of plans was a severe understatement. the girl was running on fumes - last night was spent at a draining opening reception for a new exhibition. she was just about ready to fall asleep mid-listening to an older staff member ranting about how much of a mess her office was until being informed that the artist she requested to speak to - what was he again? an interviewer? a filmmaker? - cancelled. it left noelle scrambling about to make time for patrick, but more importantly, with a reason to do anything other than refresh her gmail inbox all day. when the time came, she lingered by the visitor center until the man she’d only spoken to a handful of times appeared. given their distance from each other, all noelle did was send him a curious look that asked, ‘is that you?’

[pxtrick-blog]

The male with nervous energy looked at the woman and offered her a smile as he walked over, “Noelle, is it?” He asked stopping at the counter to rest his arms on it. Out of the handful of times he’d visited the Auckland Museum before Patrick had never been graced with the presence of Noelle, but she seemed really nice and he was hoping that was true. “I’m Patrick. I believe we’ve been exchanging emails. Is the artist here yet?” he asked sweetly unaware of the change in plans.

[pxtrick-blog]

what is your favorite thing about your family?

They’re all really nice and understanding and always looking out for me.

[pxtrick-blog]

do you have any new year's resolutions?

I don’t really feed into any of that. If I wanted to change something about myself I can do it at any time. I don’t need the excuse of a new year to do that.

[pxtrick-blog]

Who can make you smile on your worst days?

Luc always does a good job with that. I love that lil dummy.

[pxtrick-blog]

Who was the last person you kissed?

I don’t remember? I kissed my cat, Fresnel, this morning though.

[pxtrick-blog]

[pxtrick-blog]

Patrick had gathered all of his thing he would need for the shoot he was headed to. His destination for the day was the museum Auckland. The filmmaker had been in correspondence with the art curator earlier in the week, who went by the name Noelle, to set up the appointment. Patty was supposed to be meeting a local artist for a featurette on a webseries there. He said a quick goodbye to his roommate and headed down to the gallery. When he got to the gallery he walked in and tapped on his bag, out of nervous energy, as he looked for someone to speak to. @noellejpeg

[spencefck-deactivated20171210]

“how did i not know that? i’m way behind on my gossip, i swear. i need to get caught up again. – don’t worry, i’ll introduce you to everybody! just be yourself and everything will be fine, really.”

[pxtrick-blog]

“It’s okay, I don’t think I ever mentioned it to you. I might’ve told Ryan to tell you, but I guess he forgot?” he replied shrugging his shoulders since it really wasn’t a big deal. “Spaghetti, do you know who you’re talking to? Me being myself will result in embarrassment and people wishing they didn’t come to the party”

[spencefck-deactivated20171210]

“you’re going to fit in just fine, honestly. aren’t you friends with luc? i’m sure he’ll be there! i won’t let you stay in the corner all night long.”

[pxtrick-blog]

“Yeah he’s my roomie. I was actually going to ask if he could come.” he admitted, “I just don’t want to be hanging around you and Ry all night. You know I don’t have many friends, or have the skills to make them”

[spencefck-deactivated20171210]

“of course, ricky!” spencer insisted, putting his hands on his hips and giving patrick a serious look. “you’re not crashing the party, you’re just attending it. my friends are gonna love you, honestly! just give them a chance.”

[pxtrick-blog]

Pat rolled his eyes at the use of his nickname. "Honestly, you know parties aren't really my thing. I'm not going to fit in and I'm probably going to be sat in the corner doing nothing."

[pxtrick-blog]

“Should I even bother going, Spence?” he asked rubbing his chin where his five o’clock shadow was already growing in. “I mean isn’t it just going to be all of your friends? I don’t want to crash your party.” @spencefck