Stand In The Rain

A/N. So this is my take on 10 Things sort of around Light My Fire (ep 7) and onwards. 10 Things is by FAR by new fave show – it is immense and Patrick is just God quite simply. The title – somewhat random I know – is the title of the best Superchick song ever, along with Rock What You Got, it sort of fits Kat I reckon. Go have a listen because they are an AMAZING band. This is my first 10Things fanfic so be nice and drop us a review and constructive criticism is welcome or just reviews going pwhoaaaaaaaaarrr about a certain leather clad biker we all love and adore. Just to warn you – KP may get a little OOCness in future chapters because if they were their normal stubborn headed selves we wouldn't get anywhere. Wow that was a long rant.

Disclaimer; If I owned this show; 1 KP would be together from the word go & 2 the show would run forever and ever so you see I really don't own it. Oh and this is unbetad so any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Miles away in the distance the bushfire continued to rage and destroy all in its path; trees, scrubland, habitats and homes – gone in the blink of an eye and a whoosh of red-orange flame.

Even at this distance, Kat could smell the acrid taste of burning – the sour, choking taste of thick, claustrophobic smoke. Despite this, the beauty and majesty of the fire in all its glory was not lost upon her. The view from her position on the school roof was breathtaking. She still didn't know why the hell she had been evacuated in the first place – it wasn't like the she was anywhere near the fire. It was up in the hills while Kat, Bianca and her dad were in the valley below but oh no, them along with the rest of the town considered in too close proximity had been herded like cattle to the school. Jeez, it wasn't bad enough that she had to spend all day here, now she had to find some place to sleep here. What was the world coming to?

There it is folks – the question of the day. Being evacuated for NO reason. Having to sleep at school and see everyone in their pyjamas – eurgh it was downright gross. And Patrick Verona. Oh God, Patrick, he made her mad and angry and weak at the knees all in one second. Those eyes that, oh cliché, she knew could see into her soul and could see the entirety of her. That voice that was so deep and perfect it could melt the ice caps and cause global warming all by itself. The hair that made her hands ache and long to run through. And that body, the amazing sense of security that you would get being enfolded in those strong arms and leaning against that chiselled chest.

Oh God what was she thinking about? Stop it. Stop it right now.

You are in big trouble. You're mad at him remember?

Oh yeh she was mad at him – that stupid history project they had to do together about the Witch Trials of medieval England was the main cause. It was bound to cause trouble from the start, probably why the eccentric Mr. Asker had put them together. He thought he was funny like that – 'oh the chemistry you share will sure lead to an interesting report...' Pfft. What did he know? Yeh they had chemistry but it was more blow up in your face chemistry than the opposites attract theory. And how were they meant to do the project together when they both had radically different views on it? Patrick thought the whole thing was a joke – he found the dunking of 'witches' to see if they floated or not and so revealed their guilt, highly amusing. Whereas Kat on the other hand, thought the entire thing was another ridiculous ploy of anti-feminism – no wizards ever got dunked did they now? And eurgh his smirk when she had pointed that out, as if he had known all along that that was exactly the first thing she was going to say. What the hell he probably did. And why, why, why did she invite him back to her house? To get the project done quickly – ha! Load of BS. She knew perfectly why she had invited him – for some absurd reason she needed to know more about Patrick, she wanted them to be friends, maybe more. She thought in a different environment she could get him to open up, she was so drawn to him and she knew that he knew it – she didn't care. And they had been so close... oh crap. She was in trouble – she had fallen hard for Patrick and she had absolutely no clue as to how he felt about her.

Earlier;

The tension in the room couldn't be cut with a knife, let alone a chainsaw it was that thick. Kat was on the sofa facing off against Patrick slouching on the floor. The coffee table, strewn with papers, the only thing preventing Kat from throttling or kissing (there was always that possibility when he was around) Patrick. He wasn't taking it seriously, just like everything else in his oh-so-cool life, he didn't give a flying monkeys about the project which royally pissed off Kat because 1. She was interested and 2. She needed the grade to maintain her 4.0. Grabbing a carrot stick from the bowl in front of her, she lobbed it squarely at Patrick's forehead.

"Ow...what was that for?" He grumbled, his dark eyes flashing.

Kat sent him what she hoped was her best withering look and said, "Stop giving me evils. I know you find this whole thing amusing but could you help just a little bit? Or are you that chauvinistic you expect the woman to do all the work? Typical."

Patrick ignoring the jibe, got up off the floor, climbed over the coffee table and sat his lean frame down on the sofa – right next to Kat. Too close.

"Right I'm here, what do you want me to do?"

Well that went completely over Kat's head – she was too busy trying to ignore their touching thighs and the heat radiating off his body. And she was not going to even dwell on the sparks that had started to shoot through her.

Their arms bumped as they both reached for a carrot stick. More sparks. Jesus! What was wrong with her?

After retrieving his carrot stick, Patrick, always as casual as possible, leant back, both arms draped dramatically over the sides of the sofa meaning if Kat leant back she would be in his arms. Tempting, but there was no way she was leaning back, not even if hell froze over and all cheerleaders suddenly developed souls.

Moving on.

"Right, where do you wanna start? How are we even going to do this?"

God he was close to her, she could feel his warm breath whisper past her ear as he replied, "I have no idea although we could always dunk you in a pond and see what happens?"

Kat whirled around to face him an angry retort poised on the tip of her tongue but he was grinning such an irresistible grin that made him look even more handsome that it sort of faded away. So she opted for chucking another carrot stick at him instead.

"Oi! That was funny – come on, admit it – it was good." He was still grinning which caused Kat to grin some more. Crap, he affected her in not normal ways.

"Yes it was good. Well done." Kat replied sarcastically patting him on the head as if he were a puppy. Really stupid move. His hair was thick and soft and perfect and oh God her hand was still there and crap he was looking at her with his soul searching eyes and oh God breathe. Quick. Think of something.

"Anywho, history?" Kat bluffed back to her normal self while ruffling his hair and effectively severing the connection. Thank you God, because she would have done something really stupid.

So not doing that again.

Ever.

Kat picked up the history book that was lying open – anything to distract her from Patrick who..... oh my god.

Patrick was fiddling with her hair, twirling and curling it between and around his fingers which occasionally brushed against her body and it felt so good and so right and it should be made illegal. If Kat wasn't careful she was going to turn into a quivering lump of mush.

"How about we have a debate?" Patrick said, completely out of the blue.

Kat turned to look at him, "I'm sorry what?" How on earth was she meant to register speech when little flames of pleasure were dancing across her back?

"You know a debate? Between us two – I'll explain why they did it – not that I approve of dunking witches – but then I'm being the gentlemen and giving you the side you want – the side where you can argue your head off about how very bad the whole thing was. Okay?"

Kat could only nod in approval – it was a good idea.

"Yep, I like it and I'm winning the debate."

"Well there isn't really a debate to win but if you want we could make a bet on whose point of view Mr. Asker prefers." Replied Patrick.

Kat scoffed, "betting is so juvenile."

Patrick rolled his eyes, "Fine no bets. Mr. Asker isn't going to know what hit him – you can just see this descending into all out war. Good thing I like arguing with you. This should be fun – hand me that book, I'll get started."

Wait. What?

If Kat hadn't still been facing him she would have missed that bit.

"You like arguing with me?" she stammered out.

Uh-oh, now they were staring at each other, Kat gazing into Patrick's chocolate eyes, Patrick looking deeply into her forest green eyes. Oh the cliché was returning, it felt like he was looking directly into her soul and Kat just couldn't look away. Patrick brushed a stray piece of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, his finger tips leaving a trail of fire. He was leaning in; their lips so close when suddenly the front door crashed open and Bianca strode in, followed by at least half a dozen burly firemen all suited up to the nines.

Kat and Patrick jumped apart, a blush steadily rising over Kat's cheeks as she turned to Bianca.

"Bianca! What the hell is going on?"

"Oh you know, there's a bush fire up in the hills and the smokes drifting down, so anyone in range, like us, are being evacuated to the school. Where's dad?"

"Right here honey," said Walter as he had come downstairs due to the noise. "Kat you heard your sister, grab your stuff – you can finish the project later. We are going with these men to the school."

"You're kidding right?" said Kat standing up.

"No ma'am we're not. We need to get you and your family out of here before you become a risk to smoke inhalation." Said one of the firemen.

Seeing Kat was speechless, probably because someone ma'amed her, Patrick stood up. "And that is my cue to leave. I'll see you at school Kat." And with that Patrick was gone, the sound of his bike firing up following his exit.

And that had been that and now Kat was on the roof, mildly venting at her missed chance with Patrick – not that he would ever, ever, know that.

TBC

Hoped everyone liked the beginning – there is more to come. I've got chapter 3 written so now all I need is chapter 2 – I'm odd like that, I write chapters in so the wrong order and then wonder why I get confused.

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Until chapter 2. Pinkbananasmoothie (who wished she owned Patrick Verona) xx