MYTHOLOGICAL
based on Mythological Beauty by Big Thief
literally my first fanfic ever so it's more of a test. very short
art donaldson x patrick zweig
582 words
synopsis: FLUFF based on artrick at mark reballato. their first kiss since patrick's recent breakup.
showered, clean, dressed in his pyjamas, in bed. what was missing? this is what art found himself thinking as he lay in bed 'studying', (he was not). patrick. that was it. he missed patrick. he hadn't seen his dormmate/best friend in days. he's been staying at his stupid girlfriend kat's house. art hated kat but he could never seem to understand why. she's nice, he supposed. one thing he's sure of though, is that he is NOT jealous. why would he be? sure, the two boys have been sharing casual kisses since they were 13. annddd cuddling. lots of cuddling. but so what? it's normal for boys to explore what they like. and it definitely didn't make art depressingly upset that they hadn't been doing any cuddling or kissing since kat came into the picture. he just hoped pat didn't notice how he curls up in bed every night almost shivering without human contact. he remembers it so clearly; the day after patrick and kat got together, art got changed and began to crawl into patrick's bed before he looked up. ''uh, hey man... i thought, maybe because i have a girlfriend now, we should... sleep apart for a while.'' art tried so hard to not show his face physically dropping at that. he nodded and trudged over to his own bed across the room from pat's. it was winter for god's sake! it's not weird to cuddle up to your homies when it's literally 0 degrees outside. safe to say art went to bed bitter that night.
art finally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door to the dorm open and close quietly. he took his fingertips out of his mouth which he didn't even realize were there. god, he needed to stop chewing his nails. patrick walks into the dorm looking absolutely crushed. he looks at art and smiles in a way that art recognized. not a real smile. ''oh, hey art. i thought you'd be asleep.'' he kicks his shoes off and flops into bed face-down. art raises an eyebrow and gets up, shuffling over to pat's bed and standing for a moment before extending his arm and poking his arm gently, receiving a muffled "hmmgh?'' from pat. ''what's up? you look fucking terrible," art said softly, how he always spoke. patrick slowly, reluctantly sits up on the bed. art's eyes widen. geez, he looked worse than he thought. patrick's eyes were slightly red and watery, below them looking puffy and darker than usual. ''she dumped me.'' is all he says. art furrows his brows. ''kat?'' patrick nods sadly. art sits beside his best friend, looking at him. ''what happened?'', patrick sighs, ''dunno. she said i dont pay her enough attention or something.'' hm. art could kind of see her thought pattern there. he hesitantly and slowly puts his arm around patrick, praying that he wasn't in a no-touching mood. pat leaned into art's touch, prompting a relieved sigh from the blonde. they stay like that for a while, neither of them knowing what to say. ''i'm sorry, man'', art finally blurts out. patrick nods slightly. ''it's late. lets get you to sleep.'' he continues, gently rubbing circles on patrick's shoulder. the brunette looks up, his eyes still sad but now there was a small smile forming. a real smile. without a word, patrick presses his lips to art's briefly, but long enough to count. art smiles dopily when pat pulls away.
oh, we're back.