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thinking about how badly patrick probably took the fact that him and art aren’t friends anymore :(

a couple days after tashi’s injury patrick had texted art to see how he was and to somehow get him to get tashi to text him back. no new notifications had came in from art which was unusual, art was such a prompt texter. so when patrick doesn’t get a response he basically begs for a response.

“art”

“answer”

“come on don’t be a dick”

more desperate texts were sent and still no answer. the reality of tje situation was finally sinking in for him. he realized what he did to tashi was terrible but the one person he could actually call his friend leaving him over it? he wanted his person back. since art wasn’t answering, the next best option was to call the closest person to him other than him and tashi. out of desperation he has called art’s grandma. god he felt like a child. it brought back the feeling of calling someone’s parent to see if they could hang out. except he was a grown man and it was ridiculous at this point. once he dialed her number in, it only rang a couple seconds before a sweet elderly voice came over the phone.

“hello?”

“mrs. donaldson?”

“oh patrick! i haven’t heard from you in years! how’ve you been?”

“im- im alright… hey, i don’t want to hold you up. i was just calling to see if you knew how art was doing.”

“oh i havent talked to him in awhile, but im sure he’s fine- do you need his number?”

“no- no that’s fine. just next time you see him, tell him to message me back sometime..”

“okay will do, patrick. nice hearing from you.”

“yeah, you too.”

the phone clicks as he hangs up. god he was pathetic. it finally dawned upon him on how embarrassing this situation was. he should be able to get over art. if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore, he should accept it. but unfortunately patrick doesn’t live in a perfect world and he yearns for his best friend art more than anyone in the world.

patrick finally got a break from tour and headed to his apartment for the weekend. he plopped himself on the bed he hasn’t seen in weeks. he grabbed his phone from his pocket, his eyes searching for a notification from art. nothing. so calling his grandma didn’t work.

he sighed as he sat up. he looked at the palms of his hands and sat there in silence. the sickening feeling he had been bottling up was approaching. the feeling that felt like everything was going to come out. the feeling where he can’t control his sobs anymore. the feeling where the only person he had left moved on from him.

he couldn’t think of how many times in public he had saw something and thought art would find that funny. he constantly thought it was all going to be okay because at the end of the day he could go to art. but no, there was no art. he chose to part ways and there’s nothing he can do about it.

once it all set in for him, he could feel tears prickling his eyes. he wasn’t one to cry often, so it was a strange foreign feeling. he stood up with blurry eyes and made his way to his closet with shaky hands. he fumbled through his clothes all the way to the back of his closet. grasping at a worn blue hoodie, he pulled it off the hanger lazily. instead of putting it on he took it to bed with him. holding it close to his chest. he buried his head into the hoodie, softly sobbing. he cried and cried himself to sleep. breathing in the scent of art that still lingered on the hoodie he lent patrick.

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holy fuck

he's so tall and his legs are so mmmfffmmgmmmgmfmm

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why do i feel like art majored in economics while he was at stanford. my first thought was business, but they don’t have that at stanford, so i guess he’d settle for being an econ major? might just be the fratboy!art brainrot affecting me, though.

cause i definitely don’t see him having anything to do with liberal arts (a bit ironic) or stem.

either way, i’d gladly let fratboy!art mansplain the stock market to me, as long as he has his red cap on backwards. like, yes please, explain to me what an etf is.

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us after i get my hands on him…..

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can we just talk about him

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bringing this back because this still is just so intimate and perfect and soft. they were so in love i feel like i’ve been stabbed please they were just babies. literally breathing each other’s air. patrick wanted to crawl inside of art and hug his little beating heart and art wanted to wrap patrick up in his warm skin and love just let them get fucking married PLEASE

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somehow and someway i will get mike faist and hunter schafer to play siblings…

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hotel room scene was the best scene blah blah art yearning scene was the best scene blah blah SHUT UP. the dorm scene with patrick and tashi was the best scene talk to the wall.

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can't stop thinking about the sauna scene and patrick thinking they're being mean to eachother in a fun way but art isn't playing and he's so cold with it because he's so wrapped up in thinking that patrick is mocking him and trying to make him feel inferior that he can't see that patrick would literally drop the act in a second if art wanted. he wants to just tell art that he misses him. and genuinely if art told him to get on his knees right then and there he would. but art doesn't KNOW.

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i HATE patrick zweig haters

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I JUST KNOWWWW THIS IS HIS DATING PROFILE

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this dog look like art donaldson