whatever

[bri]

Так, себя порадовать (чтобы потом вспомнить, как я чуть не перевернула чашку с кофе при чтении. дважды)
“Just read.” Pete tucks his knees up and starts chewing on his fingernail.
Patrick gets halfway through the first sentence and stops reading. “Oh come on,” he says a bit desperately. “Not again.”
“It’s better this time, I promise. Come on, I need you, you’re my beta.”

Pete is looking at him in horror. “Patrick,” he says, scandalized. “I can’t break us up. We are oh-tee-pee.”

“You’re calling us p-squared?”
“Fuck yeah, isn’t it cool? I tried Petrick for a while, but I like this better”

“If I told you I had a terrible wasting disease caused by overdosing on antidepressants due to my years of serious self-esteem issues, and I only had a day left to live, would you try to make the most of it with gentle and tender lovemaking until the sun came up and we had to part and you remembered me fondly for the rest of your days, or would you have passionate and fierce animal sex with me until the sun came up before slitting your wrists so we could die together like star-crossed young lovers?”
“Pete,” Patrick says into his pillow without opening his eyes. “Have you been watching Moulin Rouge again?”
“No,” Pete says. “Well, yes. But seriously, how would you react? I don’t want you to be o-o-c.”
(с)

самое главное, что как же я верю в Пита-фикрайтера)))