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Just What We Need: Sugar
9 reviewsTake my advice, we are bad news. A moocow x rawrlittledino Collabo.
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We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
Peter Wentz never thought that by his junior year in college that he would be the head-master of his own fraternity. What really blew his mind was that his best friends were right there next to him, living beside him in the Alpha Omega house. He considered himself a law major only when he attended classes on Tuesday and Thursday. The rest of the week, he was Mr. Highjinx, always coming up with new ways to terrorize the rest of the college neighborhood. Today, he was busy staking out new arrivals, as classes started up again in a week. One house that perked his interest stood right across the street, and even though he knew it had been there the entire time he had been residing in the AO house, he couldn’t help but observe every person that came and went from the residence.
“Pete,”
“Shhh,”
At the moment, Pete sat on the front porch, trying to nonchalantly watch his across-the-street neighbors. He was very focused on his work, and even had a pad of paper in his lap, pen in hand. He glanced away from his writing and tilted his head up to see one of his friends, Patrick giving him a concerned look.
“What?” Pete asked. Patrick sighed, taking a seat next to him, eyeing the notebook.
“What are you doing, Patrick?” he questioned. Pete instantly let a wide and devious smile devour his face. Patrick pulled back a little, always nervous once he realized his friend was up to something. Pete raised the notes he had been taking from his lap and gave it a quick wiggle to show it off.
“I know who we are pranking next,” he simply answered. Patrick rolled his eyes at this point but couldn’t help but grab the notebook from Pete and scan over it.
-Long-haired brunette, busty, attractive, Patrick’s type
Patrick glanced up, a little annoyed, at Pete to only find a sheepish grin. For the last two years, Pete had constantly been trying to get him a girlfriend and every attempt failed the instant Patrick mentioned he was a little inexperienced in the bedroom department. Regardless, Patrick didn’t like leaving his love life up to anybody; especially Pete. He sighed and looked back down at Pete’s scribbles.
-Short-haired brunette/blonde, ONE. HOT. MAMA. No matter what, she’s mine.
-Medium black hair, tends to look over here the most ???
-Short-haired brunette, crazy modern fashion sense, always taking photos
-Long black hair, Asian? Last seen carrying in a keg
Patrick laughed as he finished reading and handed the paper back to Pete in time for Joe to walk up the steps of the porch, a joyous expression brightening his face.
“What are you so happy about?” Pete asked, raising an eyebrow. Joe shook his head and stepped towards the door.
“Nothing,” he mentioned. Patrick looked up at him.
“Where have you been?” Joe simply shook his head, the same stupid smile plastered from ear to ear.
“Nowhere,”
Patrick breathed out and looked back at Pete only to find him engrossed in watching the group of girls across the street. Pushing his glasses a little high up his nose, Patrick couldn’t help but observe as well. He separated out the girl’s according to Pete’s notes easily but stupidly kept looking at the long-haired brunette that Pete claimed was his type. Realizing what he was doing, he shook his head and quickly stood up and wordlessly entered the house again. Inside, he found Joe already relaxed in front of the TV, playing Mario Kart with their resident party animal, Jon, better known as Dirty. Andy sat in the recliner behind them and looked over at Patrick as he entered the room.
“What’s up, Trick?” he voiced. Patrick moved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and gave a small shrug.
“Pete’s just scoping out the girls across the street and says we are going to prank them,”
Andy smirked at this and rolled his eyes, diverting his attention back to the TV where a new round was starting. Joe turned for a second to catch Patrick’s attention.
“Ashley lives there,” Andy looked back at him and Patrick coughed a little, caught off guard. Dirty paused the game and Joe let out a disgruntled groan. “Don’t blow it out of proportion…”
“Don’t blow it out of…” Dirty looked outraged as he shifted to lean over Joe, trying to intimidate him. “You’ve been hiding a girlfriend!”
Joe looked away, annoyed and under the close examination of his friends, he cracked.
“Ok, yeah, Ashley’s my girlfriend, but guys, I’d rather not get dogged for this one,” he mumbled. Andy raised an eyebrow.
“What does she look like?” he questioned. Joe was about to respond when Patrick let a laugh go.
“According to Pete, she has medium black hair, and tends to look over here the most,” he informed. Joe chuckled and nodded.
“Pretty much, she’s really observant, but she’s really adorable too…” Joe paused and looked to the front door as it burst open, revealing a very excited looking Pete.
“Guess what?!” he yelled across the living room. Andy looked the most displeased.
“What?” he sarcastically said back. Pete’s expression faltered slightly but he beamed at Patrick.
“I’m sending Patrick over as the bait!”
After a few moments (well, half an hour, but who’s counting?) of heated refusal from Patrick, and desperate pleas from Pete, Patrick finally succumbed to stomping over the road and knocking on the girl’s door. Remembering the comments from the other boys of ‘don’t make an ass of yourself’ and ‘make sure they like you so they’ll come over here’ he stood nervously on their doorstep, waiting for one of them to answer. After a few minutes of waiting he gulped and tried the doorbell again, only to be greeted by silence. He sighed, and turned around, ready to head back to his place, but was interrupted by a door swinging open and a loud voice greeting him as he turned back to face the house.
“Hello! Oh... boy.” The girl he recognized as the ‘Long black hair, Asian’ turned to face the inside of the house, before walking inside, leaving the door wide open. He looked confused for a moment before he heard “GIRLS, THERES A BOY AT THE DOOR, IF ANY OF YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH HIM I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT”. Soon after she returned to the door, ushering him inside. He blushed at her previous statement and walked in, observing the house. The girl stuck her hand out and smiled.
“I’m Grace, but you can call me superwoman. I save the world on a daily basis but I don’t like to brag.” She walked into the living room leaving a confused Patrick staring at her back. Her form was replaced by that of the girl that Pete thought was ‘his type.’
“Did she just call herself superwoman?” She asked, and Patrick shrugged before nodding. The girl smiled.
“Psh. That’s my line. I’m Ali,” She announced, and dragged Patrick into the lounge where he saw the rest of the girls that had been described by Pete. He stared back at them all, and they smiled.
Ali looked at him and Patrick took in her appearance, realizing it was the first time he had seen her up close. Her long hair draped slightly past her chest, which Patrick noticed Pete was dead on about her being ‘busty’. He smiled slightly at her before regaining himself and looking at the other girls. Grace had taken a seat on a chair in the corner, next to a sofa which held two of the other girls. One he recognized must be Ashley, the other he recognized as the ‘crazily dressed short haired brunette’. Both sat on laptops completely ignoring their surroundings. On the chair on the other side of the room was the girl with the short blonde-brunette hair that Pete was obsessing over. She was shoveling Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream into her face, also unaware of anything around her. He looked back at Ali and she smiled.
“Patrick you met Grace, but that’s Ashley and Jenn on the sofa,” They both waved, taking their eyes off the screens for half a second, before returning to whatever they were doing. “And over there with the Ben and Jerry’s obsession is Izzy,” Izzy smiled, waving with the spoon to Patrick, making ice-cream splat on the back of Ashley’s laptop. Ashley didn’t notice however, and after realizing she was in the clear, Izzy returned to eating. Patrick waved at each of them in turn and then turned back to Ali.
“So I came over to er,” He thought for a moment, and then realized Pete had never actually told him how to get the girls to go over to their house. “Came over to borrow some sugar,” Patrick mentally slapped himself and Ali smiled.
“Sure, that’s a very cliché neighborly thing to ask for isn’t it?” She said, and Patrick followed her to the kitchen.
“Yeah, I guess it is.” He tried to think of a reason to get the girls to follow him back to the house but drew a blank. Ali filled up a small cup with some sugar and handed it to Patrick.
“Thanks. Is your toilet blocked?” He scrunched his eyebrows together and mentally slapped himself again. Ali looked confused.
“No... Why?”
“Because some of the toilets in the area are getting blocked and I wondered if you needed to use ours.” He widened his eyes at his stupidity and Ali sniggered.
“No, our toilet’s fine, thanks though.” Suddenly Izzy and Jenn ran in, looking distraught and staring at Ali.
“Ali, toilet problem... sorry, are we interrupting anything?” Jenn said, and Ali shook her head. Patrick looked amazed at his psychic abilities. He totally made the whole toilet thing up, which made him wonder if he had jinxed the girl’s toilet. Ali raised her eyebrows.
“It’s blocked?” She asked, and Izzy and Jenn looked at each other before tilting their heads. Jenn spoke up.
“No... We’re out of... supplies.” She announced, and Ali made an ‘ohh’ noise before nodding.
“Go to the store then,” She said, and Izzy glared.
“It’s your turn to pay, I paid last time.” She said, and it was then that Patrick noticed her British accent. Pete’s gonna’ like that... he thought, and could imagine Pete at that moment rambling about how British accents make everything sound articulate. He returned to their conversation and realised he snapped back into their voices right at the wrong moment.
“-12 boxes of tampons.” Izzy said, and Patrick widened his eyes. Ali nodded.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go. Sorry Patrick I’m being made to run an errand,” She said, and Patrick shrugged.
“It’s fine, I was going to back and check on our toilet anyway.” He slapped himself for real this time, connecting his palm with his forehead, making Ali giggle. Izzy and Jenn shared a look before Jenn smirked.
“You two would make a cute couple you know,” She said, and Ali widened her eyes.
“Don’t be silly Jenn.” Patrick sighed at Ali’s answer to this and looked back at her. Izzy suddenly yelped.
“OH! Ali...” She ran to the cupboard behind them and pulled out an empty bottle of tequila.
“I’m all out,” She said, and pulled a puppy dog face at Ali. Ali groaned and huffed slightly.
“Fine. I’m going to the store to get 12 boxes of tampons and a bottle of tequila.” Izzy and Jenn both sniggered before skipping off happily to the lounge. Ali followed Patrick to the door and followed him out before they parted ways.
“It was nice to meet you Patrick, see you around.” She walked down the road to the shops, and Patrick yelled after her.
“Yeah... Thanks for the sugar! And don’t forget to check your toilet!” He yelled, and widened his eyes and slapped himself in the forehead again. He muttered to himself about toilets, tequila and tampons as he walked back to his house, and was stared at as he went in. Pete looked behind Patrick looking for the girls, and frowned when they weren’t there.
“Where are they? Are they coming in a few minutes?” He asked excitedly, and Patrick gulped.
“No... I think I scared them off by talking about blocked toilets, but on the up side, I got a cup of sugar!” Patrick offered the group in the living room a sheepish smile but all he got in return were flat expressions. Pete stood up at this moment shook his head, staring out the window and across the street.
“I should have known you’d malfunction in the presence of your soul mate,” he mumbled. Patrick widened his eyes, as the other guys let out howls of amusement.
“Pete-”
“I’ll hear none of it, Trick!” Pete announced, jumping on top of the sofa, a little too confident for Patrick’s liking. “I’ll go over there this time, and when I return, I will be followed by five outrageously hot chicks that will give us more than just sugar!”
With his triumphant announcement, the guys jumped up in a giant cheer, all high-fiving Pete. Patrick stood behind the couch however, outrageously worried about what was to come this semester of college. Though, somewhere in the back of his head, his conscious was telling him to go ahead with the plans. Besides, now that Pete was volunteering himself as the bait, the worst thing that could happen would happen not to Patrick, but to Mr. Highjinx himself. Pete turned to his friend and raised an eyebrow, offering his hand out to him.
“You in, Patrick?” he asked. Patrick eyed his hand before letting a short laugh go and slapping his hand into Pete’s. As they performed their ‘secret handshake’ Pete’s grin became wider. “Goal number one,” Pete paused and leaned towards Patrick, wrapping his arm around is neck and giving him a noogie. “Get Patrick laid,”
Patrick widened his eyes at this and instantly regretted everything he had previously thought. With his luck, everything that could go wrong, would go wrong and ultimately happen to him. Closing his eyes, he sighed out and as Pete broke away, Patrick glanced out the window to where he saw Ali walking up her driveway. She seemed to sense him staring and turned around and waved a couple of times before going back inside her house. Patrick slapped a hand to his head for the umpteenth time that hour and let a frustrated groan go.
“Fuck my life,”
We're only good for the latest trend
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
Peter Wentz never thought that by his junior year in college that he would be the head-master of his own fraternity. What really blew his mind was that his best friends were right there next to him, living beside him in the Alpha Omega house. He considered himself a law major only when he attended classes on Tuesday and Thursday. The rest of the week, he was Mr. Highjinx, always coming up with new ways to terrorize the rest of the college neighborhood. Today, he was busy staking out new arrivals, as classes started up again in a week. One house that perked his interest stood right across the street, and even though he knew it had been there the entire time he had been residing in the AO house, he couldn’t help but observe every person that came and went from the residence.
“Pete,”
“Shhh,”
At the moment, Pete sat on the front porch, trying to nonchalantly watch his across-the-street neighbors. He was very focused on his work, and even had a pad of paper in his lap, pen in hand. He glanced away from his writing and tilted his head up to see one of his friends, Patrick giving him a concerned look.
“What?” Pete asked. Patrick sighed, taking a seat next to him, eyeing the notebook.
“What are you doing, Patrick?” he questioned. Pete instantly let a wide and devious smile devour his face. Patrick pulled back a little, always nervous once he realized his friend was up to something. Pete raised the notes he had been taking from his lap and gave it a quick wiggle to show it off.
“I know who we are pranking next,” he simply answered. Patrick rolled his eyes at this point but couldn’t help but grab the notebook from Pete and scan over it.
-Long-haired brunette, busty, attractive, Patrick’s type
Patrick glanced up, a little annoyed, at Pete to only find a sheepish grin. For the last two years, Pete had constantly been trying to get him a girlfriend and every attempt failed the instant Patrick mentioned he was a little inexperienced in the bedroom department. Regardless, Patrick didn’t like leaving his love life up to anybody; especially Pete. He sighed and looked back down at Pete’s scribbles.
-Short-haired brunette/blonde, ONE. HOT. MAMA. No matter what, she’s mine.
-Medium black hair, tends to look over here the most ???
-Short-haired brunette, crazy modern fashion sense, always taking photos
-Long black hair, Asian? Last seen carrying in a keg
Patrick laughed as he finished reading and handed the paper back to Pete in time for Joe to walk up the steps of the porch, a joyous expression brightening his face.
“What are you so happy about?” Pete asked, raising an eyebrow. Joe shook his head and stepped towards the door.
“Nothing,” he mentioned. Patrick looked up at him.
“Where have you been?” Joe simply shook his head, the same stupid smile plastered from ear to ear.
“Nowhere,”
Patrick breathed out and looked back at Pete only to find him engrossed in watching the group of girls across the street. Pushing his glasses a little high up his nose, Patrick couldn’t help but observe as well. He separated out the girl’s according to Pete’s notes easily but stupidly kept looking at the long-haired brunette that Pete claimed was his type. Realizing what he was doing, he shook his head and quickly stood up and wordlessly entered the house again. Inside, he found Joe already relaxed in front of the TV, playing Mario Kart with their resident party animal, Jon, better known as Dirty. Andy sat in the recliner behind them and looked over at Patrick as he entered the room.
“What’s up, Trick?” he voiced. Patrick moved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and gave a small shrug.
“Pete’s just scoping out the girls across the street and says we are going to prank them,”
Andy smirked at this and rolled his eyes, diverting his attention back to the TV where a new round was starting. Joe turned for a second to catch Patrick’s attention.
“Ashley lives there,” Andy looked back at him and Patrick coughed a little, caught off guard. Dirty paused the game and Joe let out a disgruntled groan. “Don’t blow it out of proportion…”
“Don’t blow it out of…” Dirty looked outraged as he shifted to lean over Joe, trying to intimidate him. “You’ve been hiding a girlfriend!”
Joe looked away, annoyed and under the close examination of his friends, he cracked.
“Ok, yeah, Ashley’s my girlfriend, but guys, I’d rather not get dogged for this one,” he mumbled. Andy raised an eyebrow.
“What does she look like?” he questioned. Joe was about to respond when Patrick let a laugh go.
“According to Pete, she has medium black hair, and tends to look over here the most,” he informed. Joe chuckled and nodded.
“Pretty much, she’s really observant, but she’s really adorable too…” Joe paused and looked to the front door as it burst open, revealing a very excited looking Pete.
“Guess what?!” he yelled across the living room. Andy looked the most displeased.
“What?” he sarcastically said back. Pete’s expression faltered slightly but he beamed at Patrick.
“I’m sending Patrick over as the bait!”
After a few moments (well, half an hour, but who’s counting?) of heated refusal from Patrick, and desperate pleas from Pete, Patrick finally succumbed to stomping over the road and knocking on the girl’s door. Remembering the comments from the other boys of ‘don’t make an ass of yourself’ and ‘make sure they like you so they’ll come over here’ he stood nervously on their doorstep, waiting for one of them to answer. After a few minutes of waiting he gulped and tried the doorbell again, only to be greeted by silence. He sighed, and turned around, ready to head back to his place, but was interrupted by a door swinging open and a loud voice greeting him as he turned back to face the house.
“Hello! Oh... boy.” The girl he recognized as the ‘Long black hair, Asian’ turned to face the inside of the house, before walking inside, leaving the door wide open. He looked confused for a moment before he heard “GIRLS, THERES A BOY AT THE DOOR, IF ANY OF YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH HIM I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT”. Soon after she returned to the door, ushering him inside. He blushed at her previous statement and walked in, observing the house. The girl stuck her hand out and smiled.
“I’m Grace, but you can call me superwoman. I save the world on a daily basis but I don’t like to brag.” She walked into the living room leaving a confused Patrick staring at her back. Her form was replaced by that of the girl that Pete thought was ‘his type.’
“Did she just call herself superwoman?” She asked, and Patrick shrugged before nodding. The girl smiled.
“Psh. That’s my line. I’m Ali,” She announced, and dragged Patrick into the lounge where he saw the rest of the girls that had been described by Pete. He stared back at them all, and they smiled.
Ali looked at him and Patrick took in her appearance, realizing it was the first time he had seen her up close. Her long hair draped slightly past her chest, which Patrick noticed Pete was dead on about her being ‘busty’. He smiled slightly at her before regaining himself and looking at the other girls. Grace had taken a seat on a chair in the corner, next to a sofa which held two of the other girls. One he recognized must be Ashley, the other he recognized as the ‘crazily dressed short haired brunette’. Both sat on laptops completely ignoring their surroundings. On the chair on the other side of the room was the girl with the short blonde-brunette hair that Pete was obsessing over. She was shoveling Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice-cream into her face, also unaware of anything around her. He looked back at Ali and she smiled.
“Patrick you met Grace, but that’s Ashley and Jenn on the sofa,” They both waved, taking their eyes off the screens for half a second, before returning to whatever they were doing. “And over there with the Ben and Jerry’s obsession is Izzy,” Izzy smiled, waving with the spoon to Patrick, making ice-cream splat on the back of Ashley’s laptop. Ashley didn’t notice however, and after realizing she was in the clear, Izzy returned to eating. Patrick waved at each of them in turn and then turned back to Ali.
“So I came over to er,” He thought for a moment, and then realized Pete had never actually told him how to get the girls to go over to their house. “Came over to borrow some sugar,” Patrick mentally slapped himself and Ali smiled.
“Sure, that’s a very cliché neighborly thing to ask for isn’t it?” She said, and Patrick followed her to the kitchen.
“Yeah, I guess it is.” He tried to think of a reason to get the girls to follow him back to the house but drew a blank. Ali filled up a small cup with some sugar and handed it to Patrick.
“Thanks. Is your toilet blocked?” He scrunched his eyebrows together and mentally slapped himself again. Ali looked confused.
“No... Why?”
“Because some of the toilets in the area are getting blocked and I wondered if you needed to use ours.” He widened his eyes at his stupidity and Ali sniggered.
“No, our toilet’s fine, thanks though.” Suddenly Izzy and Jenn ran in, looking distraught and staring at Ali.
“Ali, toilet problem... sorry, are we interrupting anything?” Jenn said, and Ali shook her head. Patrick looked amazed at his psychic abilities. He totally made the whole toilet thing up, which made him wonder if he had jinxed the girl’s toilet. Ali raised her eyebrows.
“It’s blocked?” She asked, and Izzy and Jenn looked at each other before tilting their heads. Jenn spoke up.
“No... We’re out of... supplies.” She announced, and Ali made an ‘ohh’ noise before nodding.
“Go to the store then,” She said, and Izzy glared.
“It’s your turn to pay, I paid last time.” She said, and it was then that Patrick noticed her British accent. Pete’s gonna’ like that... he thought, and could imagine Pete at that moment rambling about how British accents make everything sound articulate. He returned to their conversation and realised he snapped back into their voices right at the wrong moment.
“-12 boxes of tampons.” Izzy said, and Patrick widened his eyes. Ali nodded.
“Fine, fine. I’ll go. Sorry Patrick I’m being made to run an errand,” She said, and Patrick shrugged.
“It’s fine, I was going to back and check on our toilet anyway.” He slapped himself for real this time, connecting his palm with his forehead, making Ali giggle. Izzy and Jenn shared a look before Jenn smirked.
“You two would make a cute couple you know,” She said, and Ali widened her eyes.
“Don’t be silly Jenn.” Patrick sighed at Ali’s answer to this and looked back at her. Izzy suddenly yelped.
“OH! Ali...” She ran to the cupboard behind them and pulled out an empty bottle of tequila.
“I’m all out,” She said, and pulled a puppy dog face at Ali. Ali groaned and huffed slightly.
“Fine. I’m going to the store to get 12 boxes of tampons and a bottle of tequila.” Izzy and Jenn both sniggered before skipping off happily to the lounge. Ali followed Patrick to the door and followed him out before they parted ways.
“It was nice to meet you Patrick, see you around.” She walked down the road to the shops, and Patrick yelled after her.
“Yeah... Thanks for the sugar! And don’t forget to check your toilet!” He yelled, and widened his eyes and slapped himself in the forehead again. He muttered to himself about toilets, tequila and tampons as he walked back to his house, and was stared at as he went in. Pete looked behind Patrick looking for the girls, and frowned when they weren’t there.
“Where are they? Are they coming in a few minutes?” He asked excitedly, and Patrick gulped.
“No... I think I scared them off by talking about blocked toilets, but on the up side, I got a cup of sugar!” Patrick offered the group in the living room a sheepish smile but all he got in return were flat expressions. Pete stood up at this moment shook his head, staring out the window and across the street.
“I should have known you’d malfunction in the presence of your soul mate,” he mumbled. Patrick widened his eyes, as the other guys let out howls of amusement.
“Pete-”
“I’ll hear none of it, Trick!” Pete announced, jumping on top of the sofa, a little too confident for Patrick’s liking. “I’ll go over there this time, and when I return, I will be followed by five outrageously hot chicks that will give us more than just sugar!”
With his triumphant announcement, the guys jumped up in a giant cheer, all high-fiving Pete. Patrick stood behind the couch however, outrageously worried about what was to come this semester of college. Though, somewhere in the back of his head, his conscious was telling him to go ahead with the plans. Besides, now that Pete was volunteering himself as the bait, the worst thing that could happen would happen not to Patrick, but to Mr. Highjinx himself. Pete turned to his friend and raised an eyebrow, offering his hand out to him.
“You in, Patrick?” he asked. Patrick eyed his hand before letting a short laugh go and slapping his hand into Pete’s. As they performed their ‘secret handshake’ Pete’s grin became wider. “Goal number one,” Pete paused and leaned towards Patrick, wrapping his arm around is neck and giving him a noogie. “Get Patrick laid,”
Patrick widened his eyes at this and instantly regretted everything he had previously thought. With his luck, everything that could go wrong, would go wrong and ultimately happen to him. Closing his eyes, he sighed out and as Pete broke away, Patrick glanced out the window to where he saw Ali walking up her driveway. She seemed to sense him staring and turned around and waved a couple of times before going back inside her house. Patrick slapped a hand to his head for the umpteenth time that hour and let a frustrated groan go.
“Fuck my life,”
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