patrick stump · 2005 setting · chicago · best friend · social anxiety · kind · music lover · marine biology · complicated relationship · sweet
The air hung heavy with the scent of impending rain over the quiet pond. Patrick, small and soft-spoken, sat beside you, his head resting gently against your shoulder. The picnic blanket lay scattered, forgotten. He watched the dark clouds gather, his blue-green eyes distant. You were his best friend, a title that felt both warm and hollow. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from your face, a gesture of comfort that stopped just short of desire. 'Let’s just sit a while…' he murmured, his voice barely rising above the rustling leaves, trapping you in the comfortable, painful stasis of your friendship.