Summary: 10 Songfic's about Kat and Patrick.

Note: So I read a fanfic the other night, where the writer was supposed to put shuffle on and write ten little songfic's to ten different songs about one couple/character. The little catch is that you can only write to one fic as long as a song lasts. And I just completely loved the idea, so I started one about Kat and Patrick. :)

I'm dividing it in two parts, because I was way too eager to wait until I was completely finished with the other five, what I can only do tomorrow.

Anyway, there isn't a chronologic line between the fics, some are set in present time, some in the future.

Well, have fun reading it, or don't, whatever. And remember that everyone loves reviews. :P

Disclaimer: I can only dream about owning Kat and Patrick or 10 things I hate about you.

If I sing a song, will you sing along?

#1: Collide, Howie Day.

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through…

His back was stiff. It was the first thing he noticed when he woke up. It was soar and it felt as if razorblades had cut his skin.

He yawned and as she slowly started to gain consciousness, he noticed more things. Things that were highly unusual, almost impossible.

First there was the fact that he was not lying in a bed. He wasn't even lying in a house. The ground beneath him was made of sand. The kind of sand you could only find at one place; the beach.

Then there was the sound of crashing waves, confirming his whereabouts. Much like the sun that was making sure a headache was coming up.

And yet the most unusual fact, the fact that made him want to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, was a certain brunette sprawled around his naked chest, obviously still a sleep.

It took him several minutes to collect his thoughts and remember anything from the blur that was last night. All he eventually could remember was her smile, her face lit up as she felt the sand beneath her feet. And then her lips that were so soft and sweet and her body that had matched his so good that he had been sure that it was shaped only for him. He remembered thinking that this had to be it, that he had found his 'forbidden fruit'. Or whatever that stupid vampire movie called it.

He smirked as she made a soft noise that almost sounded as a snore.

So it seemed that even the best could fall sometimes.

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#2:Don't stop believing, Glee Cast.

A singer in a smokey room…

It had been a long time since she had been here and yet everything looked the same. The scary-looking guy, the stage, it was even the same band performing tonight. The only difference was that this time she could use her real ID to get in.

And the fact that she couldn't enjoy the music.

She was way too anxious to even hear which tune they were playing. It did not matter anyway, that was not what she came for, not this time.

Even the déjà vu was lost on her as she twirled around, looking for his leather jacket.

Minutes passed as she moved through the crowd, scanning every face. And for a moment, one moment of weakness, she could feel her heart jamming in her chest as she remembered the blond from a million nights ago.

And then his brooding eyes found her and all she could do was smile widely.

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#3: Flowers for a ghost, Thriving Ivory.

And all I am is all I could not mention…

He felt as though he should say something.

"Kat?"

"Yeah?" she turned to face him, leaving her suitcase to rest.

He wasn't sure what it was that he was going to miss most. The always suspicious look in her eyes when she turned to him, her always moving curls, that had the most delicious color he had ever laid eyes on, or her voice that always sounded so sure.

And just like that he felt a wave of anger washing through him. How was it possible that when they finally could be together, in the most cliché meaning of the sentence, she would be taken away from him? How in the world could life be unfair enough to kill the fun they were having just so she could have a 'good education'? Who the hell needed that anyway? In the end they would all be dead.

"Never mind," he growled, turning on his back so he could watch her ceiling.

It was not that he didn't understand. He knew that this was what she needed. But what if her staying here was what he needed? Who decided that she should get her way?

"Whatever," she answered.

They were both silent for a while.

"Kat?" he turned on his side again.

She didn't respond.

"Kat?" he spoke louder, pushing himself straight.

Still no respond.

He stood up from the bed and moved over to her. Closing his arms around her waist.

Softly he placed his lips in her neck and felt her relax.

Patrick Verona did not do 'sorry' in words, as Kat Stratford did not forgive him with any either.

She left the next day, too Brown. And he never said the words he thought he should have or explained his sudden anger. He just kissed her goodbye before she got in the car and was gone before her dad had started the engine.

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#4: Halo, Beyoncé.

Remember those walls I build…

She was utterly sure that Patrick Verona was the most annoying person she had ever met.

With his brooding eyes and dark curls, playing that mysterious act. Please, like any self-respecting girl would fall for that.

Even the way he sat in his chair; like he was sprawling over his couch at home. Obviously not caring for a word the teacher spoke. As if he knew it already, as if he didn't need any education.

So maybe he was sort of handsome… It was not an excuse to giggle at every movement like the girl two seats behind him.

Figures that a girl like that would fall for him.

Not like her, Kat Stratford. She did not fall for guys like him. Especially not for him.

So she should not wonder if he still smelt the same as he did yesterday. Or if his voice was still the deep, vibrating sound. She should not care for his heath or his remarks. And she should definitely not look at him like she was one of those girls.

He wasn't a God, worthy of the amount attention he was getting. He wasn't wearing a freaking halo above his stupid curls.

*

#5: I dare you to move, Switchfoot.

Everybody waits for you now…

"Maybe this was not such a good idea," she whispered under her breath.

He looked at her with his crooked smile and shrugged. "Sure it is."

"Honestly, Patrick, let's go. You aren't in danger, yet."

"Getting cold feet, are we Stratford?"

She shot him a dark look, which only made him smile wider.

"The last time you were in there, he didn't kill you because he didn't know who you were. Now he'll have an entire army ready to take you out."

"The last time I was in there, I was enjoying the softness of your mattress," he corrected.

"Yeah, bringing that up is going to help you survive," she snapped.

He took a step closer and gently took her hand. "It's just your dad."

"Just my dad?! Have you ever listened to anything I've ever said to you?! He's—"

"I know what he is, Kat," he interrupted. "How he is. That's the point. You've informed me well enough to make it through at least one night."

She opened her mouth again, but he silenced her by putting his finger on her lips.

"Do you want your window to be my only entrance in this house?" he questioned.

She shrugged, not horrified at that idea.

"Come on," he sighed. "Put your brave face on."

"Put my brave face on?" she laughed silently, relaxing from her rigged pose.

"Yeah, whatever. Just move already. They are waiting for us."


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Thanks for reading, I'll try to update tomorrow :)

Love, Lobke.