Fall Out Boy Preferences

Abby/Patrick

You opened your eyes and gave them time to adjust to the morning light. Once they had, you sit up in the bed and balance yourself on your palms. The bed sheets are messy, and Patrick's place is empty. You scratch your head and stand up, walking down the hall and stopping at the top of the stairs. You hear a sound coming from the kitchen, and you smell pancakes.

"Boo?" you say as you reach the bottom step.

You walk into the kitchen and see the table is full off food, Patrick is at the stove.

"Hey," he turns to you with a spatula in hand. "Which sounds better, Patricakes or Panricks?"

"Patricakes for sure."

He nods and holds his spatula in the air.

"Then that shall be their name."

You laugh and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Hey cuddly, don't burn yourself." he says turning off the stove.

"Jesus Patrick, you made too many damn pancakes."

"Patricakes, they are called Patricakes." he corrects, pulling out a chair for you.

You roll your eyes and sit down, he pulls a chair next to you and sits down. You spend the morning talking and laughing and feeding each other Patricakes.