#Patrick went from a forehead kiss to KISS in the span of like six hours. i know he was on cloud 9

[pulcinello]

[honeypiehotchner]

dancing on my own -- part nine

Oh hello. *hides behind a blanket* I have had a very rough couple of weeks but writing this cuteness has helped me a tiny bit so I hope it makes you smile :)

Words: 1,710

Summary: More con shenanigans, basically. 

Warnings: fluff, probably bad writing, but hey I’m trying my best here and I’m really tired I haven’t slept in so long so pls be gentle

EDIT like five seconds after I hit post: Shoot, here’s the masterlist.

~~~ “Dickchat!”            

“Shh! Rich!”            

“It’s Dickchat.”            

“She’s asleep.”            

I stir, rubbing my forehead against the softest surface I find.            

“Dammit, Rich!”            

“Dickchat.”            

“Get away from me.”

I finally open my eyes, giggling at the two of them. They bicker like an old married couple. If anyone didn’t know them and heard their arguments, they’d probably think they were married. I swear.            

“She’s awake!” Rich pauses, bringing his phone back out. 

“Dickchat!”            

“Dickchat,” I reply, humoring him. And as expected, he cheers and walks away, posting the Snapchat a little too triumphantly. I shake my head before turning to look at Rob. “How long was I knocked out?”            

“Half an hour,” he replies. “You okay?”            

I nod, smiling softly. “I’m good. Sorry for using your shoulder as a pillow.”            

But he shakes his head then, dismissing my apology. “Anytime.”            

I try not to grin, stretching my legs and arms out in front of me. “When’s lunch supposed to get here?”            

“I don’t even know.” He glances around the room. “I thought Rich was bringing it back.”           

“Who knows,” I shrug. I pull my phone out from under my leg, checking my text messages.

>Anna-banana: Wanna go to Hardrock for lunch?

>Anna-banana: Shoot the wait is too long            I chuckle at the screen. We live here and she knows how busy Hardrock Café is.>Anna-banana: Are you workinggg            

And then as I’m reading her messages, I see another one come through.

>Anna-banana: Nevermind. I saw what you were doing 😉            

I quickly dim the brightness on my screen, not that it matters anyway, because Rob has picked his guitar back up and is more focused on that right now, but still.

>Hush!! I may or may not have taken a short nap

>Where did y’all end up going for lunch??            

She tells me they went to somewhere in Midtown, dad deciding to move the car and everything because that’s how he is. Thankfully they’re back now because Anna has a photo with Misha soon. I promise to meet her in the room to see Misha.            

“There’s lunch,” Rob breathes, nodding toward the door where Billy, Stephen, and Mike are coming in, arms full of pizza boxes.

>We’re having pizza, want some?            

It takes my sister, possibly the biggest lover of pizza I know, less than six seconds to reply.

>Anna-banana: PLEASE>YOU JUST ATE

>Anna-banana: SO?

>I’m coming to get you. Crazy.            

“I have to go get my sister,” I inform Rob as I push myself off the floor. He does the same, standing and leaning his guitar back up against the wall.            

“I’ll come with you,” he offers.            

And part of me, the part of me that knows how Anna is, immediately wants to tell Rob that I’ll be fine, I’ll just be right back. But then he smiles, bumping his shoulder against mine as he shifts around waiting for my answer. And I can’t tell him no.            

“Sure,” I smile. “Come on.”            

We make our way through the people starting to get pizza, passing by Kim, Bri, Ruth, and Rachel who all give me knowing looks – except Bri, she downright gives me a suggestive look that nearly causes me to burst into laughter right there.            

As soon as we’re out in the hallway and away from everyone – most notably Rich, who would be the one to tease Rob the most – Rob bumps his shoulder into mine again.            

I glance over at him with a smile, bumping my shoulder with his.            

“Can I…hold your hand?”            

The warmth in my chest spreads so violently that I nearly collapse, nodding my head and watching as his face splits into a grin. He threads our fingers together then, squeezing my hand tightly before bringing the back of my hand to his lips in a gentle kiss.            

I don’t know how I’m still walking. I swear my legs feel like they could give out on me at any moment.            

We turn the corner, almost out into the main area where I told Anna to meet me.            

“Do you wanna get dinner tonight?” Rob blurts.            

My eyes find his, my eyebrows furrowing. “When?”            

“After the concert,” he replies. “I’d have to shower and all, but we could grab something together. Or room service, if you wanna do that—”            

“Don’t you want to go to SNAP in Bri’s room?”            

“I thought you weren’t going.”            

“I’m not,” I smile, shaking my head. Bri and I have already talked about it. There’s usually alcohol there; that’s the whole point. And just because I don’t drink and I don’t trust myself around large amounts alcohol at the moment doesn’t mean I want everyone else to suffer. And she understood that, so SNAP is continuing as planned, and we can have another slumber party sometime soon to make up for me missing it. “But I don’t want you to not go just because I’m not.”            

“No, I just wanna take you to dinner.”            

“Robert Patrick Benedict,” I tease. “Did you just ask me out on a date?”            

“I think so,” he laughs. “I’m not sure if you said yes or not though.”            

We stop at the double doors that open up into the convention hall, our fingers still intertwined with one another. We know we’ll have to put the distance between us again when the doors open, half for our own sakes and half because…the fans spread information quick and we both haven’t really established what exactly this is just yet.            

Knowing this, I lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek. “Yes.”            

He exhales dramatically – or knowing him, he really was that nervous. “Cool.”            

I laugh loudly, pushing against his chest, our hands falling away from each other. I shake my head as I grab my phone, seeing a text from Anna telling me she’s outside.            

But before I can open the door, Rob is pulling me into his arms, taking a deep breath. I do the same without thinking, letting myself enjoy the feeling that is a hug from Rob – he gives the best ones, sorry Jensen.            

“I’m supposed to be feeding my sister.”            

“I know.”            

“Rob.”            

“Fine,” he whines. “I get to take you to dinner.”            

“Yes,” you nerd, “you get to take me to dinner.”            

I push the doors open, Rob following behind me as I search the hall for Anna. Thankfully she is close to where I asked, so we don’t spend too much time out there. I’m never recognized near as much as Rob is at these things, even though he swears he is not that popular.            

He’s wrong, in case you were wondering.           

Anna spots Rob behind me and immediately grins, causing me to give her a near death glare in the process.             

“Hey Rob.”            

“Hey Anna,” he smiles, pulling her in for a side hug as we walk back through the doors into the back hall.            

“Did you have a good nap?”            

“Anna!” 

I’m going to kill her.            

But all Rob does is grin, giving me a mischievous look. “It was nice. I had someone snoring next to me, but…”            

I gasp, shoving his shoulder which only causes him to dissolve into laughter. “I don’t snore.”            

He gives me a look.            

“Okay, alright,” I chuckle, wrapping my arm around my sister’s shoulders. “Let’s go get pizza and leave the judgment behind.”           

“Oh!” Rob laughs loudly, moving to walk on the other side of me.            

“Are you singing tonight?”            

I turn to look at my sister. “Yeah. Why?”            

She shakes her head. “Just wondering. People have been saying you are but I hadn’t heard.”            

“Well I guess I really am now,” I laugh, nudging Rob in his side, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Are we practicing later?”            

“We need to,” he nods. “We’ll have time.”            

The walk to the green room is shorter than I remember, but I guess Rob and I walked a little slower.            

As soon as the door opens and the girls spot Anna, though, they are pouncing on her with bear hugs before she has time to think.            

“Did you leave any pizza for us?” I tease.            

Rich is the first to answer me. “Mm, maybe.”            

I smack him on the head with a plate, grabbing Anna a slice of cheese and me a slice of pepperoni. I take her plate back to her, still marveling at how she can eat pizza when she just got back from eating lunch. The girls have her caught up in conversation, though, and I swear they like her more than they like me.            

I jump a little when I feel a soft touch on my elbow, turning to see Rob standing by me, a plate of pizza in hand.            

“Do you wanna come sit over there?”            

I glance toward where his head nodded, finding an empty table…where two drinks and some napkins are already set out with breadsticks. I give him a look, whispering, “Are you asking for a pre-date before our actual date?”            

He looks around, acting like he’s contemplating his answer before he finally says, “Maybe.”            

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Sure. I’d love to.”            

We make our way over to the table, ignoring the comments we know the rest of the room are silently sharing. We’ve gone from denying it straight to their faces, subtly showing some signs, to now eating lunch together as a semi-date all in the span of one day.            

I need a breather. I think I’m getting whiplash here.            

But in all honesty, it doesn’t even feel like that. I don’t feel winded or like this needs to slow down because we’re moving too fast. Oddly enough, I feel like we have returned to old times. When we would eat lunch together at a separate table, when we would have an acoustic jam session together, when we would take naps on one another, when we would talk and laugh and genuinely have a good time hanging out with one another. It’s back to…normal, I guess. This has always been our normal. The only difference now is that we’re not necessarily denying feelings anymore.            

Which is weird to say. I’ve spent the past six years since I’ve met him avoiding my feelings and denying it to oblivion.            

I guess we’ve both gotten tired of doing that.

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