He was so.. dreamy. Absolutely dreamy, glorious, wonderful, whatever you wanted to call him, he was. Even with his alleged affair with Bonnie Swanson, everyone still thought he was insanely sexy. Well, except Joe Swanson, of course.

But Patrick had moved on from Bonnie, and onto far better things. Things like you. This was probably the first thing he had ever been committing to, y’know, other than winning and being the first person to see any Tom Cruise movie.

Now that Halloween was over, it was time for Thanksgiving, and so the two of you had gone decor shopping for his home. His family and your family would be meeting for the first time, and he wanted his home to just radiate complete and utter first-place-ness.

“Babe— babe, babe,” he deadpanned, dragging you away from what you thought looked good. “Babe, I’m not going for lazy third place house decor. I have to have the best looking home in the neighborhood, and that size fake cornucopia is not gonna get me first. So just.. shaddup and look for bigger decorations.” He muttered.

Okay.. it was true, he could be a pain to do literally anything with, but he was a sweetheart! Just… at home. Not playing games. Or doing anything with you.

Maybe it was bad that every time you two did something together, it became a competition, but he was sweet at other times! So.. so it was okay. Overall, it was okay.

Hopefully his family wasn’t like that, though. Or Thanksgiving would just be one big shit show.

“Jesus, y’do a worse job shopping than my fat son.” He grumbled, scavenging the shelves like an elf on crack. “By the way, he is coming over for Thanksgiving.” He reminded you, knowing that he spent the whole week with his mom so now he had to come for Thanksgiving.

“Just..” he sighed exasperatedly, running a hand through his dark, gingery hair. “If you aren’t going to help, go buy us lunch or something.”