"Leave me the hell alone, Patrick!" She screamed as she slammed the door in his face. She wasn't sure why she was the one leaving her apartment in the middle of their fight, she just knew she needed to get away from him. She was halfway down the outdoor metal stairs by the time he caught up with her. He grabbed her arm, making her stop and face him. "Look, Kat, just listen to me for two seconds—"

"I don't want any of your stupid explanations, I just want you to go away!" She jerked her arm out of his grasp and ran down the rest of the stairs and down the block. She knew he'd probably still be there when she came back, if she came back, but right she just needed some air. Ignoring his following footsteps she sped up, eventually losing him as she cut through one of the local parks.

She slowed down and took her time once she lost him, doubling back to sit on her favorite bench swing in the park. She stared into the distance, letting evening fall around her, as she thought about their past fights. For a while it was like that was all they knew how to do, was argue. Well, that and kiss and make up. And he certainly knew how to make things up. The first big fight after the guitar was when he came to visit her at Sarah Lawrence, and she'd come back to her dorm room to find a bass guitar laying across her desk and him standing in the corner waiting for her. After that came the amps. And the drum set after the huge right where she refused to talk to him for a week. And the microphones. And the keyboard. And all sorts of other things she'd never thought of for her band. And it was thanks to him that she had a band.

She sighed. "Oh, Patrick. What's it going to be this time? Is there anything left for us?"


It was dark by the time Kat came back to the apartment, slowly making her way up the stairs. All the lights were still on, but there was no sign of movement from inside. She opened the door, closing it quietly behind her as she moved further into the apartment.

Nothing in the front room. Or the kitchen. Or the dining room. Or the bedroom. Or even the bathroom. No sign that he was still there, no sign of anything in any of the main rooms.

She walked down the hallway, to what he'd dubbed as her "music room", to find the door cracked and light pouring into the dimly light hallway. She frowned, trying to remember the last time she'd been in the music room. She was pretty sure it was the day before yesterday. Her heart beat with anticipation as she lightly pushed the door all the way open.

She walked in, making sure to check the corners. Not in here either. But wait…

Sitting on a music stand that had been turned to face the door, was a tambourine.

She smiled as she picked it up, holding it to her chest. She heard the door click as he pushed it closed, coming out of his hiding spot to wrap his arms around her and whisper sweetly in her ear.

"I'm sorry, Kat," Patrick murmured as he nuzzled his face into her neck. "I love you."