If he'd thought about it much, Patrick would have envisioned a pretty boy with a lot of attitude and a backing tape, not a pretty boy with a guitar who wanted to soundcheck.
(I'm taking total liberties with any and all schedules for Nick and Patrick from September onwards.)

WARNING: This is slash fiction - a story with, at the very least, some homoerotic undertones to it. If you're not into homosexual love, give this story a miss, okay? Note the "fiction" part - not true, no infringement intended etc... Also (and I can't believe I'm in a fandom where I need to say this sort of thing in a disclaimer) anyone even remotedly related to Decaydance, FBR and the rest - just hit the back button. You don't need the trauma of reading this any more than I need the trauma of even thinking you might be.