November 3rd 1992

Dear friend,

Patrick and I went to his house to study, it has been two days sense the fight with Brad. I wanted to hang out with him to see how he has been doing, after all Brad was the love of Patrick's life. When we arrived at his house, I got out of Sam's truck (Sam is letting Patrick use it while she is at Mary Elizabeth's house). When I got out I took a few steps and then turned to face the truck. Patrick was just staring with a glazed look, like he was pondering something. I called his name a few times and got him to stop spacing out.

"Patrick, you okay in there?" I said with a concerned tone

He replied quickly "Y-y-yeah be right there Charlie. The door is unlocked, just go in"

I walked up the path and opened the door. Right away I felt the AC hit my skin making the hair on my neck stand up. I was startled when I felt a body bump the back of mine, when I turned around I saw Patrick. He smiled and said "Did I scare little Charlie?"

''Just a tad." I replied feeling my cheeks go pink.

"Let's head up to my room and get started." I nodded and followed him up the stairs and down the hall to his room. For some reason I started to feel nervous, I just shook it off as we entered in. His room was slightly messy; a small clothes pile but otherwise pretty clean. He had a desk with a stack of cossets on it, most of the songs were from the band The Village People. Patrick sat on his queen size bed and unzipped his book bag pulling out a science text book. I decided to take a seat in the computer chair.

"Okay Charlie, let's start at Chapter 8 cells. I need help with this the most and Sam told me you are pretty good at science".

"Sure" I took the book and asked him a few questions about cells, protons, and neutrons. "How do protons and neutrons attract" I looked at him. For some reason his face was pink. 'That's kind of weird' I thought to myself.

"Um don't they attract when there too close together?" he said in a hesitant tone.

"Yeah! Good job, Patrick"

"Thanks Charlie for helping me out with this"

"No problem Patrick. I just have a question… Are you okay? Before when we were in the truck you were just sitting there like you were upset or something."

"It's not that Charlie. I was not upset. I'm kind of confused. I mean I thought that I was in love with Brad, but now there is someone else and I can't get him out of my head."

I smirked. "Please, don't let it be Bob."

He chuckled. "No, it's not him. It's you Charlie. I like you." He admitted, looking at me.

I blinked in disbelief. I repeated what he said in my head and then stuttered. "Y-y-you like me?"

Patrick started to tear up and I got up to sit next to him, slightly shifting the bed with my weight to hug him. I did not want him to be sad because then I would feel sad. He looked at me and sniffled. With teary red eyes he whispered. "I'm sorry."

I nodded and said "It's not your fault." He got inches from my face and soon I saw lust in his eyes. The same lust I had with Sam. "Uh, Patrick." I said quietly. He got so close that our noses touched. He mumbled something but I could not hear it. "What did you say Patrick I did not-." And then it happened. Patrick kissed me. It was slow and passionate, his soft lips rubbed against mine. My face turned deep red and I closed my eyes as he brought his hand to place on the back of my neck.

He pulled back and for some reason I felt sad about that. "I'm sorry about that, Charlie." He sniffled again.

"It's okay, Patrick. It's okay" I tried to reassure him. It did seem to work.

Because then he said. "Do you want me to drive you home? I have to think about some stuff. We can hang out tomorrow if you want."

I nodded. "Yeah, sounds good. Thanks for offering to drive me but I can walk, it's no big deal." I grabbed my bag and he hugged me good bye, and I walked home.

Love always,

Charlie