Build a Boyfriend ; Geetrick

1; Is this a real deal or I just wasted my 20 dollars on nothing?

Dedicated to royalwentz coz fellow Geetrick trash :D

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No one wants a broken heart.

They want a person who will love them with all of them. Not someone who will love you a little less than you do, pretend everything is alright then they'll come to your house at 2 in the morning, telling you that they got together with your other fucking ex.

Well, except if you're me.

I'm Patrick Stump, and I am terrible in introducing myself.

Let's just say that I'm just terrible in general.

"Yo Patty! You in there?" I hear Brendon shout outside the bathroom door.

There goes my monologue.

"Uh, yeah. Be out in a sec." I get up from the toilet seat after contemplating with my life and flush the toilet, so Brendon will think I took a shit or something. I trudge down outside to meet my best friend.

Let's talk about Brendon Urie. He's uh... he's gay, he's rich and he's a bitch most of the time. Brendon has been with me eversince we're little kids and I think he had no choice but to befriend me because I'm so friendless.

Or that's just what I thought, hey maybe he really appreciates me.

He also have this lovebot named Dallon. Brendon was a fuckboy in highschool, so I'm not surprised he finally got himself something (or someone?) to screw over without breaking their heart. I can see Brendon loves Dallon very much. Which is good for him.

I never talk to Dallon. That guy just stares at me with this cold glare and I don't know what to do. Brendon told me he's selectively mute and programmed that way. He doesn't look like a bot at all, more like a human just like us. Unless you look at their nape and read their number and codename.

Where Brendon got Dallon? I have no idea.

"So, Pete is having a party this weekend. You going or not?" Brendon asks while playing with Dallon's long fingers.

Pete. Fuck Pete Wentz.

No really. I fucked him like, a lot when we were together. It was before he told me Ryan was a better fuck. Okay then.

"Nope, remember the last time I went to his party?" I cross my arms and give him a look.

Brendon thinks for a while before breaking into a huge grin. "Oh yeah! You caught him and Ryan Ross in his bed!"

"Grand." I mutter, sitting beside him. I can feel Dallon's glare on me.

"Maybe this won't be that bad. Hey, you might meet your next lover in there!"

"I'm tired of finding one. I'll stay in." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Non ti senti solo, Patrick?" A quiet voice asks, and I turn my head to Dallon.

This is the first time he directed a question to me. In Italian, too.

I smile at him, "Yeah, it gets a little lonely but I'm fine. I'll meet them one day."

Brendon pats my shoulder and get up, stretching his limbs. Dallon gets up as well. "Well, we gotta go. I promised la mia dolcissima here to take him out on a dinner date. I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Sure, enjoy your night." I say, then they leave.

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Surfing the dark abyss of the Internet might be a bad idea when you're not prepared for the things you'll see. It's three am and I find some weird Reddit stories and just some fucked up aesthetics.

I do like me some aesthetics, but not to the point of real eyeballs for keychains.

I click on a link about rabid penguins and it directs into a site called buildapartner.com. This gets my complete attention, even though I was so sure I'm going to pass out in any minute.

The site looks pretty simple, had this long paragraph about lovebots and stuff. What gets me is that it says you can order your own customized lovebot with just 20 dollars. Then there's a fill up form on how you want your lovebot will look like.

And since I'm kind of out of my mind and I don't even care at all, I begin to fill up the form. Who knows, maybe this is real and I'll have my own boyfriend in a matter of days.

Girl or boy? What if I want gay? But boy, of course.

I scroll down to see more basic shizz.

Desired height? Eh, taller than me. 5'9" is okay.

Weight? 115 lbs, I guess.

Hair color and length? Hmm, I always wanted red hair but I'm so afraid of damaging my own hair. I type in firetruck red. As for length, I want something I can pull when we have hot sex. Shoulder length.

Eye color? Hazel would be rad.

Facial construct? Eh, nice cheekbones, plump lips, whatever.

Skin color? Porcelain, just like mine.

Personality Specifics? This is hard but I just type in: can be serious at times, sassy, likes cats, great at art, great in music, can fuck over my exes coz they're pieces of shits, badass-- actually, I put in so many cool stuff that it's too long and I only had 2000 characters.

Name?

I stare at the blank for a while. I've love the name Gerard. Oh, I remember when I was in kindergarten, there's this kid named Gerard Way and I had a super huge crush on him. I didn't know that I was gay until I told my mom I liked him. Maybe I kind of based my lovebot from that kid. Maybe. Maybe not.

Gerard.

I scroll further and type in my credit card number, fill up my address and details, then press the submit button.

If this is how I'm going to get real love, then so be it.

Well, if this is real. If it's not, then... fuck my 20 dollars.

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Thoughts?

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