Chapter 2
The next day Sabrina had headed to the store early to pick out some furniture. Most importantly a bed because she did not want to spend another night sleeping on the floor. She hardly got even a wink of sleep and had tossed and turned most of the night. She browsed the store wanting to make her home the way she had always imagined it would look when she got a place of her own. But she had never really had an eye for choosing what looked good together. Heading over the the beds she spotted a beautiful iron bed with a decorative head and footboard, it was perfect.
She picked out a few other pieces of furniture as well but they would be delivered in a few days. she had one of the sales associates help her get the bed out to her car. It was too big to fit in the trunk so they laid it across the back seat. It was in pieces and would need to be put together later but she thought she could follow some simple instructions and do it herself.
Pulling into the driveway she hoped she would be able to get the box into the house. It looked pretty heavy but she managed to pull it off the backseat and it fell with a heavy thump onto the driveway. It took a lot of effort to half lift, half drag the box down the driveway to the front door. Making it up the steps seemed like an impossible feat though. She was huffing and puffing about halfway to the front door. Not to mention the fact that as she took another step she tripped and almost dropped the box again."Here let me help you with that," Patrick said rushing to help her.
"Oh thank you. I was beginning to think I wouldn't make it," she said with a laugh as he effortlessly lifted one side of the box and helped her get it up the front steps. They leaned it against the post as she unlocked the front door,
"What's in here anyways?" He asked as they lifted the heavy box again and slowly moved through the doorway.
"My bed. I guess I should have had someone deliver it but I thought I could manage."
"It's alright we got this," he said as they moved through the living room. Between the two of them they managed to get the bed upstairs and into the room she had claimed as her bedroom when she had first looked at the house. "Do you need help putting it together?" He asked.
"Oh I don't wanna ruin your plans for the evening," she said knowing it could take a while to get everything together.
"I don't have any plans for today. Emma's staying at a friends house tonight so I have the time."
She looked at him and smiled, "We'll if your sure I would love the help."
They opened the box and laid out all the pieces. Sabrina was looking through the instructions trying to figure out what went where but Patrick had already started. "Don't you need to look at the instructions." She asked waving the paper.
"Naw, I got this." He said picking up the iron headboard and the screwdriver he had to run next door to get. She couldn't help but watch him as he bent down to pick up another piece and went back to the task at hand. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow showing off his muscular forearms which were covered in a smattering of hair.
"Sabrina? Earth to Sabrina," he said with a laugh as he waved a hand in front of her face.
"Oh sorry what were you saying." She asked snapping out of her reverie.
"Where did you go just now?" He asked getting up from where he was kneeling on the floor.
"Oh uh..."She struggled with what to say, she couldn't very well tell him the truth. That she had been ogling him. But before she could think of anything her stomach let out a loud growl.
"Hungry?" He asked with a laugh.
"Starving." She said glad for the interruption.
"Ya me too I haven't eaten anything since early this morning."
"We'll the least I can do for all your help is to buy you a pizza. What toppings would you like?"
"Mushrooms, peppers, pepperoni and extra cheese."
"Really me too."
"I know just the place to order from," he said taking out his cell phone.
"Oh perfect. I'm sorry we don't really have a place to sit." She had unpacked a few things but the furniture hadn't come yet.
"It's fine we can sit on the floor."
"Are you sure?"
"Emma and I sit on the floor to eat a lot. She calls it indoor picnics."
She went to one of the boxes and pulled out a blanket laying in on the floor in the living room. "There now it really is a picnic." They sat together on the blanket as they waited for the pizza to be delivered.
"So what do you think of Port Charles so far?" He asked her.
"It seems like a nice town, although I don't really know anyone here yet."
"You will soon enough. Here everyone knows everyone else's business, and since your new here people will wonder about the new girl in town."
She laughed, "Well there isn't much to know about this new girl." She said adjusting her glasses.
"I bet there's a lot to uncover about you." He said just as the doorbell rang.
"Ooh pizza's here." She exclaimed getting up from her spot to answer the door. She was saved once again from having to think up a response. Getting the door also managed to hide the redness creeping into her face at his comment. She knew he probably meant nothing by it but she couldn't help but wish that he would want to be the one to uncover her inner secrets.
He watched as she crossed the room and opened the door fishing the cash out of her purse to pay the pizza boy. He couldn't help but wonder just what he inner secrets she had.
