Later, Patrick would wish that he'd been listening to the start of the conversation.

"We had a barbecue on the 4th of July, bought as many inflatable cactuses as we could find, and watched Grizzly Man. When I moved out I left a hell of a mess. Sorry Bob. Neat freak. Memories." -Patrick Stump

The whole thing starts after their second CD comes out and Pete discovers there are entire Livejournal communities named after him.

The first time Bob ever sees Trish, he can't actually see her at first. He's twenty, home from school for Thanksgiving, and his buddy Kyle drags him out to a club to see some band that sucks.

all the lazy days are gone/still the grind is grinding on.

Bob was never exactly certain how he and Patrick ended up sharing an apartment in LA.

Teacher!fic

You know what I was thinking this morning that I've never seen, but would BE THE BEST THING IN ALL THE WHOLE WORLD? girl!Patrick/Bob. Either always a girl or genderswitch. homg. That was October 31, 2007. It's taken me four months, and nearly 17,000 words, but I wrote it. And now you should read it.

In a near canon world where orientation refers to dominance or submission, not sexuality, almost everyone has a soulmate that is supposed to complement their personality, biology, orientation and heart. Most people look forward to the day when the psionic bond sparks into existence, connecting them to their other halves. However, a trauma left Bob wanting anything but the bond he sees as a dangerous trap, and he takes matters in his own hands to chemically prevent his bond from effecting him. Patrick doesn't know what he did wrong but he knows that for some reason, his soulmate has rejected him and he has to learn to live with that. Between their pasts, their bands, and their hopes, neither of them expects end up where they do - so close with so much distance still between them.