jackwabbit | New Fic: Muscle Memory

Muscle Memory

Fandom: Schitt’s Creek
Rated: G
Category: Drabble. David/Patrick. David Focus. Hopeful.
Time Frame: Open, but likely season four or thereabouts.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: David thought he’d forgotten how to do this. Especially since he’d never been much good at it to begin with. But as it turns out, his heart is a muscle. And muscles remember.
Disclaimer: Johnny Rose owns the town of Schitt’s Creek. Lots of powers that be own the show’s rights. I own a sticker with David and Patrick on it.
Note: Written for the random word prompt of “poem.”

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He hadn’t done this since high school.

No, college.

Whatever. Didn’t matter. The point was it had been ages.

And frankly, he’d wanted to keep it that way.

But here he was, scribbling on the back of a sales receipt.

And before he knew it, he’d written a poem.

It would likely never see the metaphorical light of day, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered was that the ever-so-jaded David Rose was writing romantic poetry.

That said something.

What exactly it said, David wasn’t sure.

But he was willing to find out.

With Patrick.

And that said something else entirely.