Turning Into You

By: Rhuben

Summary- Katie Knight has never had a boyfriend before meeting Patrick Jackson-McGuire. They've been dating for three months and he was nothing but sweet, nice, funny, and charming with just a hint of spontaneity and bad boy in him that made all the girls go crazy. He had everything she looked for in a guy. At first. ~Inspired by the Offpsring song of the same name~

Pairing: Katie/OC

Warning: Rated T for violence and language. Deals with subject of abusive relationship.

~1~

"Can I get you anything while you're waiting?"

16-year-old Katie Knight looked over at the waitress that was standing above her, tapping her French tipped finger nails against the menu in her hands. Katie gave a brief smile, shaking her head as she lowered the phone in her hands.

"I'm ok, I'm just waiting for my b-boyfriend," Katie replied. She stumbled over the word. She wasn't used to the word and she couldn't help but get a wide smile on her face when she thought of it. She had a boyfriend. Her, Katie Knight, had her first boyfriend.

She had never thought something like this would happen to her. How many girls could say that they were dating one of the most popular band members out there? They had only been together for about three months now, but for Katie, it felt like it was just yesterday. It had helped that the two of them have been great friends (if not best friends) over the past few years that, while exciting and nerve wracking, sliding into a relationship had been pretty smooth.

He was smooth.

How he asked her out was smooth.

He had come around to the Palm Woods with his usual, cute, lopsided smile in greeting. After a couple rounds of their (flirty) banter—of which she wondered if he was laughing because he was being polite or because he genuinely thought she was funny—he had run out of his witty, yet charming, comments and had inadvertently insulted her. This drove Katie to punching him in the stomach, something she only did when she got mad enough, but was surprised to find that she actually hurt him. Months and months of ab workout

As she watched as he doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach, she instantly felt bad, repeatedly crying, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," before moving to his side to see if he was hurt. He then straightened, wrapping his arms around his middle, his face contorted with pain. She had then asked if he was ok and he requested that she check to see if he was bruising.

And as he lifted his shirt, not only did she have a brief moment or two to admire his toned abs, but also to see that he had writing on his stomach. Will you go out with me? Yes. No. Maybe. Complete with a box to check and a black marker sticking out of the waistband of his underwear, the waistband visible from his sagging jeans. She wanted to punch him again and laugh at the same time, but she reached for the marker and instantly checked off the box next to Yes.

And the rest, as they say, was history. It's been three great months filled with fun, laughter, a lot of nervousness, and a lot of awkward moments, but they were making it through it together. Surprise to her, she was his first girlfriend, too. Hard to believe with how many girls throw themselves at him at any given moment. Hard to believe she hasn't knocked any of them out, either.

The waitress gave her a knowing smile. "Ah," she commented, "so you're Katie." Katie blinked in surprise and the girl laughed a little bit. "Patrick talks about you a lot."

Katie stared at the girl. She didn't know whether to smile or to be worried. What if he talked badly about her? What if he told all of them about all her embarrassing moments around him? He was a famous rock star and he did have so many girls throwing themselves at him. She had been to meet and greets she had witnessed first hand that there was the rare occasion where he would be nice to someone's face and then talk about them behind their back as soon as they left. Hell, she, sad to say, had witnessed her brother and friends doing the same thing.

It was hard to face the harsh reality that all those people came to see them and were excited to meet them and gushed about them afterwards (she got so many Scuttlebutts about her brother by fans) only to know that some of them were talked badly about. She wasn't trying to defend their actions but she saw how hard they worked and the demands that were put on them sometimes all the stress just got to their heads and they didn't think before they talked. And it was human nature, and—

Who was she kidding?

"I'll go get him for you," the girl said, her grin widening. "I'm sure he'll be happy to know that you're here." She then turned on her heels and practically skipped back over to the register counter. She repeatedly slapped the bell on the counter at the front of the restaurant. Katie felt her face heat up as she watched some of the other patrons in the restaurant turn to see what was going on."Hey, Lover Boy! Your girrrllllfriend's waiting for you."

Katie dropped her gaze to her lap, biting her bottom lip as she smiled. She didn't know if she'd ever get used to being referred to Patrick Jackson-McGuire's girlfriend. She liked to think he always treated her differently from other girls and even from their best friend, Lizzie Zevon, despite him knowing the blonde longer.

She liked to think he had a special smile for her and that him constantly seeking her out whenever they were all meeting up to hang out were little ways to show that he cared and that some guy had actually, finally, paid attention to her. Not to say that she got a big head about it, but it made her feel pretty good. Plus, it made her seeking out him that much less pathetic.

Not that she paid attention to any of those things.

Katie quickly fired off a text towards Lizzie before sliding her phone into her pocket, getting to her feet as she saw Patrick making his way out of the back of the restaurant, untying the apron from around his waist with one hand, shouldering his backpack with the other. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to stop herself from smiling so wide as he walked up to her. She gave him a brief wave, lifting herself up onto the balls of her feet for a moment, biting harder on her bottom lip.

"Hi," she greeted as Patrick stuffed his apron into his backpack.

"Hey," Patrick distractedly replied, tugging at his zipper. He clenched his teeth together, letting out a growl of frustration when it would budge. He ripped the apron out of his bag before balling it up against his hip and roughly shoving it back into his backpack before giving the zipper a harsh tug. He gave a brief smile when it finally moved back into place, closing the backpack. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting."

Katie had to stop herself from sighing when she heard his accent reach his ears. Being originally from Sydney, Australia, and having worked in the United States with his band for most of his life, he had easy use over both his native accent and his American accent, sometimes mixing the two in everyday conversation just to see the looks on people's faces. Most recently, he had decided to start using his Australian accent 24/7 and she liked him even more for it.

"No, it's ok," Katie replied, lifting her hand to brush her hair behind her ears. "I could keep myself entertained. I've gotten pretty hooked to Temple Run."

Patrick's eyebrows shot up, and his blue eyes starting to sparkle, but he didn't say anything. "You could've ordered or something…helped out the business you know," he commented, "but whatever." He gave her a teasing smile, bumping her shoulder with his own. "Could've gotten bad breath or whatever. Would've stopped me from wanting to kiss you."

Katie dropped her gaze to the ground, a pleased smile coming to her face. Patrick tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her head and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Now, that was something she just couldn't believe; how someone like him could have thousands of girls chasing after him but he had never had a girlfriend before. And he chose her. And boy was he a good kisser!

Patrick grinned as he pulled back, a faint pink tinge on his cheeks as he smiled at her. He then took her hand and led her out of the store. They walked through the crowded mall, heading towards the exit, and he swung their hands back and forth, humming to himself. Katie looked down at their hands; his bigger hand covering her smaller one, but seeming to fit all the same. She gave his warm hand a gentle squeeze and he smiled at her.

Katie couldn't believe how lucky she was. There were some people that stared at them as they passed, no doubt recognizing the two of them. Some girls had jealous looks n their faces, turning to whisper to each other as they passed. Katie looked after them and then over at Patrick, wondering how all the whispers and stares weren't bothering him. He seemed to sense her distress and gently squeezed her hand back. She moved to rest her head on the side of his arm and he suddenly dropped his head, stepping away from her.

"Smell like French fries," he muttered, giving her an apologetic look. That was something she'd have to learn to get used to. Working at the Cascaded Café during the week meant he'd often smell like fried foods for hours on end. It was pretty bad, but of anything, French fries was something she'd have no problem with. He reached up and adjusted his shirt sleeve, scratching at his shoulder for a moment before scratching the back of his head. "So…how was your day?"

"Boring," Katie replied. "Not much happened. Usual avoidance of stupid boy problems. You know." Patrick made a noise in the back of his throat. "What about you?"

"Six hours of making French fries and greasy burgers," Patrick commented, twisting his mouth to the side. "How does that sound to you?" Katie peered at him. He looked tired and annoyed. She stayed silent. He let out a heavy sigh through his nose before giving her a peaceful smile. "You didn't do anything. Just…wasn't looking forward to working today. Dad's been up my butt about late homework and I have to cover some people and pull some extra shifts and with my music, it just…"

"At least you're having fun with your music again, right?" Katie offered. "It's not being drilled into you o anything?" Again Patrick made a noise in the back of his throat. She wiped her palms off on her jeans, twisting her fingers together. The two of them were silent for a moment, avoiding each other's gaze and Katie wondered if she had said something stupid, but didn't know how to fix the problem.

"Did you miss me that much while I was working?" Patrick finally asked, his lopsided smile appearing on his face.

"You?" Katie asked, her eyebrows shooting up. She snorted before giving him a teasing smile. "Please! Who'd miss you?" Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly as he started back at her. His jaw dropped slightly at an angle before he closed his mouth.

"Shut up, Katie," Patrick replied, deadpan, his upper lip curling slightly.

Katie blinked in surprise. She searched his face and he turned his head away from her. She was sure she messed things up. Normally, he'd only utter those words tossing that cute lopsided smile at her. The smile that made her knees weak and her stomach ache—in a good way. All he had to do was give her that smile and she knew that everything was going to be ok between them. There was no smile. But, she had an ache form in her stomach...and in her throat.

Katie stepped past him, putting a hand to her forehead. She could hear Patrick softly call her name before hurrying after her. He grabbed her arm and she stopped, turning to face him, eyebrows raised. Patrick stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. A perfect fit.

"Sorry," he apologized in a low tone, using his body to push her forward. She fell into step beside him. "It's just been a tough day." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she smiled.

"It's ok," Katie replied, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I shouldn't have even made that joke. I noticed that you were annoyed."

He stopped walking and slid his hand down her arm, sending shivers down her spine, before taking her hand, spinning her until she faced him and he pushed on her back, pushing her flush against him. "Let's go do something fun."

"Like what?" Katie asked, surprised at how quiet she sounded. She briefly closed her eyes, resting her chi on his chest, breathing in the smell of Old Spice. A smile came to her face as Patrick reached up and ran his fingers through her long hair, sending shivers down her spine and into her toes. She fluttered her eyes open and looked up into his eyes.

Patrick grinned and she felt herself blush again. "Like…let's get No and Lizz and head down to the pier," he suggested. "It'll be fun. Please?" He stuck out his bottom lip into a pleading look. She shook her head, laughing a little bit.

Katie was thinking of protesting, wanting to spend some time alone with him and…to kiss him. She did want to hang out with her friends, but she also wanted some alone time with him. Although, that didn't mean she couldn't tip the Ferris wheel guy to stop their cart at the top.

"Let's go," she replied.

"Right this way, m'lady," Patrick replied, stepping an arm's length away, bowing. He then straightened, offering his arm to her. Katie giggled, looping her arm through his, making their way out of the mall and across the parking lot to where his Jeep sat. "Your chariot awaits." He patted her hand before gently unraveling her hand from his arm, jogging around to the driver's seat of the car.

Katie watched him for a moment as he unlocked the car door, and threw his backpack into the back seat, waiting for him to unlock the door for her before climbing in beside her. She reached behind her and grasped the seat belt before pulling it across her chest. She then turned her head to the right and watched as he settled himself in the driver's seat.

He had gotten his Jeep sent over from Australia (a long 12-16 week wait) to Los Angeles in honor of him passing the driver's license test. Despite the wheel being on the other side of the car, he was well adjusted to driving on the correct side of the road in America. It just took her a little while (and a little while of feeling foolish) of remembering which side of the car to get into. After a while, the short, deadpan comments of "Wrong side" burned into her head and she made it a point to get it right.

"I think you mean carriage," she said to him. Patrick looked up from his cell phone, the light casting a warm glow over his face, making his blue eyes stand out even more.

"Huh?" he asked her, a confused look crossing his face. Katie gave him a shy smile. She loved the way his nose wrinkled when he looked confused. It was completely cute and 100% him.

"A chariot is a horse drawn vehicle," Katie explained and Patrick's confused look deepened. "You know, with two wheels?" She lifted a finger into the air, spinning it into a circle. "Romans used it all the time. You're mistaking it with a carriage."

"Right, right," Patrick replied before looking back down at his phone, using his thumb to send off a quick text. "Stupid me." He raised himself up in his seat and reached for his back pocket to reach for his car keys before settling back into his seat. He spun his keys around his finger before sticking it into the ignition.

"You're not stupid," Katie replied with a shake of her head.

"Hey, no one said Prince Charming had to be smart, just handsome," Patrick replied with the Jackson-McGuire family famous one-shoulder shrug. He gave her a smile. "Which works in my favor."

Katie arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest, leaning to the side to get a better look at him as he started the car. "And who says you're Prince Charming?" she asked with a teasing lift to her tone. Patrick scoffed, quirking an eyebrow in return as he took off the parking brake and shifted the car into drive.

"I wasn't the one who was going all aggro 'bout being the next Princess of England," he replied and Katie twisted her mouth to the side. He had a point.

She wouldn't have even thought about something like that happening had it not been for her traveling to London last summer with her brother, Kendall Knight, her mom, Kacy Knight, and her brothers friends James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell for shows for their band, Big Time Rush. Hell, she never would've thought that those four idiots would make it big, but she got to hand it to them. They could sing and they could dance. She was proud of them.

She had never dreamed that all the years she had to listen to James go on and on about his dream of being famous and marrying a Pussycat Doll that it'd actually come true. But, it was all because of her brother that it happened. If there was anything he had taught her over the years, it was that whatever she set her eyes on, whatever dream she wanted to achieve, she could make come true. In any case, she knew that becoming a Princess as a bit of a long shot, but it didn't hurt to try.

"Hey, every Princess deserves a Prince Charming," Patrick reassured her, pressing his foot onto the brake pedal as he glanced at his phone. He frowned before shrugging, before leaning forward, setting his phone down onto the dashboard of his jeep before glancing both ways, pulling out of the parking lot. "Never settle for less when you can have me; your Screwed Up Prince Charming."

Katie let out a loud bark of laughter. "I don't know," she commented, shaking her head back and forth, "Noah was looking pretty good there for a while."

"We're twins," Patrick replied, looking over at her out of the corner of her eye.

"One of you has to be better looking than the other," Katie replied, mocking him by giving a one-shouldered shrug. It felt awkward and she wondered how they had picked up that trait to begin with. "I think the shy thing really works for him."

"Not funny," Patrick commented. Katie looked over at him and saw that his jaw was set into a look of annoyance, as he tightly gripped the steering wheel with both hands. He let out a breath of air through his nose, leaning back in his seat, dropping one arm into his lap.

"Sorry," Katie said, dropping her gaze into her lap. Strike two, Katie. One more stupid comment like that and he'll probably just take you home. She reached out a hand and placed it on top of his. She watched as he visibly relaxed. "Are you ok?"

"What?" he asked, briefly tuning away from the road to look at her.

"What's wrong?" she repeated. "I know you've had a bad day but…" She trailed off, biting her lower lip.

"Just home stuff," Patrick replied with a shake of his head. "Don't worry about it. It's fine, just thinking about all this stuff I have to do." He then gently took her hand and lifted it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. "Besides, all that matters is that I'm with you right now and we're going to have some fun."

"Ok, but can I make a suggestion?" Katie aked.

"Shoot," Patrick replied with a nod of his head.

"Could you shower first?" Katie asked. "I mean, I love the smell of French fries when I'm eating them. I'm just not a fan of the smell around me all of the time." Patrick didn't say anything, but instead swung up his hand to hit the turn signal, turning on the next road.

"As you wish, my dear," he replied.

"Um, this isn't the way to your house," Katie commented after a moment of silence, glancing at the signs as they rushed past them. "We're headed to—"

"Lizzie's," Patrick finished for her, glancing over his shoulder before merging into the next lane. "Noah was over there today and honestly, you don't want to come to my house. It's incredibly messy, and noisy, and chaotic."

"Not like that's any different than how it normally is now," Katie commented and Patrick chuckled, his deep chuckle.

Ever since Patrick, his twin brother, Noah, and their brother and sisters had moved into their new home in San Marino (a suburb of Los Angeles), it was nonstop chaos in their house. There was barely five minutes without a shout, scream, loud laughter, a crash, a telephone ringing, some kind of alarm going off, loud music, loud tv, and more. It was chaotic in a good way; in this new house they were really getting the sense of what a close knit family was all about. She hadn't seen them so happy.

"True," he replied, "but it's more cluttered than usual. Gustavo's essentially sent the whole wardrobe closet from Rocque Records to Riles to help look through samples for the guys look for the Tween Choice Awards."

One of Patrick's older sisters, Riley Jackson-McGuire, had previously been hired as Big Time Rushs's wardrobe stylist. All of the Jackson-McGuires were hired to help Big Time Rush when they first started out, being contractually obligated to help until the release of their second album. Riley served as wardrobe stylist for any event they attended, for tours, quick performances, even for dates. Her twin sister, Rhuben Jackson-McGuire, was hired as the band's choreographer after Mr. X quit.

Patrick and Noah helped with vocal training and writing songs, the latter of which only came into effect during production of their second album (and one song off their first album entitled "Oh Yeah") and Sydney Jackson-McGuire, the youngest, and resident genious of the family helped teach the boys about soundboards, mixing songs, and helped Gustavo with producing music.

"You think Riley would be able to pick out something for me?" Katie asked, using both of her hands to gather her hair up into a ponytail before fanning her hair out over her shoulders.

She could easily say that she had good friendships with all of the Jacksons, but gravitated towards Patrick, Noah, and Riley the most. Patrick and Noah were her first friends (and first crushes) when she moved out to LA with her brother, and Riley had become an older sister to her. Not that Rhuben didn't, but she and Riley just clicked faster. Plus, Riley was dating Kendall, so she had someone to tell secrets and gossip with, and most importantly to tell embarrassing stories about Kendall to and Riley did the same for Patrick.

Katie wanted to be just like Riley when she got older; pretty, smart, self-confident, laid back. She didn't want to be a performer or anything, just someone that everyone liked to be around. Riley looked out for her when Kendall couldn't, and she liked her nickname from her: "Kid."

The Jacksons had a knack for giving their friends nickname and for the longest time, Katie didn't have one. It kind of upset her until Riley started referring her as that. It kind of bothered her at first, being one of the youngest of their huge group of friends, but it also meant that the older girl was giving her special attention. She truly valued her as a friend.

"Be nice to me and I'll make her," Patrick replied with a teasing grin.

"Oh, I'm sure I have my own ways," Katie replied, a devious grin crossing her face as she tapped her fingertips together. "Besides, I like her better than you."

"Ouch," Patrick commented with a small laugh. "First my twin and now my sister. Just can't win today, can I?"

He let go of Katie's hand and grasped the steering wheel with both hands as he turned the jeep off of the I5 and headed towards Woodland Hills. Minutes later, Patrick pulled up into a long, winding driveway, laying his hand on the horn the whole way.

"Stop," Katie laughed leaning across the center console to hit Patrick's hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Zevon will get mad. They'll sure you for noise pollution."

"Oh, please, they love me, Sweetheart" Patrick replied with a grin. Katie smiled in return. "Plus, they kinda have to with Rhubes dating their son." He then popped his seat belt, allowing it to shoot across his chest as it recoiled into position.

He reached for his phone and shot off another text. Seconds later, the front porch light turned on and the door to the big house opened and a blonde haired girl stepped out onto the porch, waving her hand. Patrick waved back before popping the car door open.

Katie rolled her eyes before climbing out of the passenger seat. She slammed the door shut behind her, and hurried up the driveway, across the walkway and onto the front porch to give her best friend, Lizzie Zevon, a hug in greeting.

"Come on, I've got a whole outfit planned for you," Lizzie said, her green eyes shining in the dimming sunlight before grasping Katie's wrist, pulling her inside. "Perfect for a nice night out like this and—" her nose wrinkled as Patrick stepped up beside them. "Hey, Frenchie, you smell."

"Nice to see you, too, Sweetie," Patrick replied with a roll of his eyes.

Katie looked back and forth between the two of them as Lizzie hit Patrick on the arm before holding her arms out towards him for a hug. Patrick complied and gave her a quick hug. It was part of Patrick's charm and part of his public image for him to be considered the flirt of his band. Because of that, he often referred to girls as "Sweetie" or "Sweetheart" or "Honey" or any other term of endearment he could think of. It was pretty cute to see the elated looks on girls faces, but sometimes it did bother her that she wasn't the only one who he called those names.

Unfortunately, it also meant that he referred to her best friend as those names. She was kind of surprised to be friends with Lizzie; she was outgoing, pretty, popular, and way into fashion. It was no wonder Patrick and Noah were friends with her. She didn't want to be jealous of her friend, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Patrick was a guy after all.

"So, can I use your shower or what?" Patrick asked as he stepped back from Lizzie.

"Sure," Lizzie replied with a shrug. "Do you have a change of clothes or do you need to borrow some clothes from Dak?" Katie felt herself snap to attention at the mention of Lizzie's older brother.

She wasn't made of stone, she, and a whole bunch of other girls on the planet, thought Dak Zevon was one of the cutest artists out in the music industry. Apart from Austin Mahone and of course, Patrick. She had saved him from a whole bunch of crazed, and obsessed fans a couple years back and he had been grateful for it ever since. She couldn't deny that whenever she was at the Zevon house she would keep an eye out for the "Teen Icon."

"I'll just change out of my work uniform," Patrick replied, glancing down at the clothes he had on before shifting the backpack on his back. "I'll leave you two to gossiping, then." He gave a brief tip of his head before heading into the Zevon house, calling his brother's name as he went.

"So, how've you been?" Lizzie asked, pulling Katie into her house before shutting the door behind her. She led the way up the vast, winding staircase, heading to her room. Her voice echoed around the stairwell as did their footsteps. "Sorry I haven't been in touch lately. Dance rehearsals and all that."

"I've been good," Katie replied with a little bit of a smile. "You know, just making my way through school and everything." She hurried up some steps until she was by Lizzie's side. "But, what about you? How have you been since Noah told you those three special words?" Lizzie grinned, her cheeks turning pink. "So, how'd that happen anyway? Not that you haven't told me twenty different times already."

Lizzie giggled before hurrying up the stairs. She crossed the landing into her room and Katie followed her, dropping down onto Lizzie's bed. "I figured you'd been getting tired of the story," Lizzie said with a grin as she crossed her white carpet to her closet. "But, if you're just dying to hear the details again, I'll be happy to tell the tale."

"Just get on with it," Katie said with a roll of her eyes, pulling a pillow to her chest.

"Ok, ok," Lizzie called back over the sound of tapping plastic hangers. "We'd just been out of sync lately, arguing about a lot of things."

"Noah?" Katie repeated, a surprised look crossing her face. "Arguing?"

"Yeah, I know," Lizzie replied, turning to face her, planting a hand on her hip. "Everything's fine now, but he took me to the beach and we just walked in silence for a while." The smile came back to her face. "Then he took my hand and said that he had something to tell me. He had apologized for the fighting, he didn't want to be the one to hurt me, and then he just said it. I said it back of course, but it was really sweet, something he would do."

Katie couldn't help but smile at her friend. Noah and Lizzie had been together for about six months now. When she first got the news, it was kind of shocking, but she could see it at the same time. Noah and Lizzie were great together. He was incredibly shy and quiet and she was always spontaneous and looking for the next thing to do. Opposites sure did attract in that regard.

"Yeah, it is," Katie replied with a nod of her head. She then sat up and twisted her fingers together in her lap. "We haven't been going out for long but…do you think Pat will ever say it?"

"Of course!" Lizzie replied, her words dripping with massive amounts of 'duh'. She started pushing hangars back and forth, looking in vain for the clothes. "Girl, the guys' always liked you and I doubt he'd pass up the chance to try and one up his brother."

"Well if he's only going to say it because of that, then I'm going to have to make him work for it," Katie commented with a sigh and a teasing smile. Lizzie started laughing. "I don't know, Lizz. Sometimes…I just don't know how to be myself around him. I don't know how to act. Is that normal?"

"Oh, trust me, it is," Lizzie replied, twisting her mouth to the side. She then snapped her fingers. "Oh, I know where it is." She then marched towards the wall by her bedroom door and jabbed her thumb on the white box. "Celeste, did you take the hanger of clothes down to be ironed?"

She then removed her thumb and examined her finger nails as she waited for a response. "Yes, Miss Elizabeth. I will bring them up right away."

"My mistake," Lizzie said with a sigh. "I had completely forgotten that I had given it to her." Katie put a hand in the air, shaking her head back and forth, silently telling her that it was ok. Lizzie then jumped onto her bed as well. "So, explain to me more; how do you not know how to act around him?"

"I just say stupid stuff, I guess," Katie replied with a shrug. "Like, on the way over, I knew he was annoyed, but I still compared him to Noah, and said some mean things." She raked her fingers through her hair. "I was teasing of course, but he kind of took it personally. But, we tease each other all the time."

"He's a guy," Lizzie replied as if that answered all Katie's questions. "Trust me, after you see the outfit I've chosen for you, he's going to the be one that doesn't know how to act around you." She gave a dazzling smile. "Trust me."

Katie smiled in return.

A/N: Ok, timeline wise, this is set during season 4 with relationships already established. This is the first Patie fic I've done. It won't be too long, right now I'm aiming for 15 chapters, but it could be shorter. Hope you guys liked this.

Cheers,

-Rhuben