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Nora's Point of View

Awaking tucked up like a snug caterpillar in my familiar bed at home shouldn't have been a surprise. And yet, it was.

I sat up with a start, and drank in a quick glance of the shadowy room. Alone, I noted with a sour grimace. Pushing aside the bed covers and throwing my legs over the side of the mattress, I peeled my upper body from the sunken pillows and stood. I was still fully dressed, -thank god, because I couldn't remember coming home- but now also sporting a frown, which crinkled my forehead.

"Thanks for the warning, Patch," I muttered disdainfully under my breath. Trudging my way to the bathroom, I let a sigh fall from my lips.

Once shiny and clean, I hopped out of the shower, into the moist, cold air and pulled on some fresh clothes, which I found folded into the cupboard.

"So you two finally returned, huh?" Vee?

"We weren't gone that long," Patch scoffed in reply. "Calm down." Uh..?

"I still thought she was almost dead!" Vee yelped. An image of her with tightly crossed arms and a foot tapping against the floor shot through my mind, and I shook my head lightly. Vee and her dramatics.

The pair turned to look at me at my spontaneous materialisation in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hi," I squeaked quietly, averting my gaze from Vee's hot stare to Patch's smirking face. "Morning, Angel," he said, giving me a secret wave of his hand from his seated position on one of the chairs. I couldn't help a smile back at him, relieved that he in fact hadn't left, but managed to tone down the full grin playing at the corners of my lips.

"Nora!" Vee cried, her irritated expression withering and trickling into gladness. My eyes snapped back to hers just in time to catch her as she pummelled herself into my arms. "I'm so glad you're back!" she admitted, squeezing me around the middle.

"Hi Vee," I laughed, giving her a hug in return before pushing her back gently. "I'm happy to see you too."

"Seriously?"

Patch grunted a noise of boredom and leaned his elbow on the counter. Glancing over Vee's shoulder as she grasped me again, I caught the sarcastic roll of his eyes. My oh-so-lovely friend noticed this distraction, and oh-so-timely tightened her hold on me. "Seriously," I answered breathlessly, opening my mouth like a fish to rake in a breath of air.

Fractionally satisfied with this, Vee leaned away… only to snatch up my wrist from my side and straighten my arm in front of her narrowed eyes. "What're you doing?" I asked, tugging my limb from her fingers.

"Inspecting for injuries," she informed me in a matter-of-fact tone.

A guttural growl sounded from the defensive Fallen Angel in the room. With her back to him, a pleased smirk played on Vee's face. One I frowned disapprovingly at. "Not funny," I mumbled in response to her, finally succeeding in escaping her clutches.

Vee pinned me with a silencing stare. "Wasn't meant to be," she said simply, shrugging as she grabbed my chin between her two fingers and moved my face to the left and then to the right. My cheeks flamed with colour. "That's enough," I snapped, irritably swatting at her hand and taking a mountain step backwards.

"I agree," Patch chimed in lithely.

I shot him a look, communicating with my eyes that his input was definitely not helping Vee's anger. As an unhelpful reply, he lifted a shoulder and let it drop, his hard gaze softening like it was too hard to glare back at me. Though I knew I shouldn't, because he was aggravating my friend, my lips tweaked in the corners at this.

Patch's eyebrow twitched up as his mouth grew into one of those dizzyingly attractive smirks. A flash of the night before, when we were so close to.. you know, fireworks and all that, danced through my mind. And a different kind of warmth tickled my cheeks. Almost as if tuned into my hormones, he winked a suggestive black eye and let loose a handful of butterflies in my stomach.

A forced cough made me blink sheepishly, and unlock my gaze from his.

"Nora, can I talk to you alone?" Vee's voice was steely, her feigned smile brittle while she glanced between the two of us. My shoulders slumped, but I slid my stare back to hers without delay. "Sure," I answered after a moment. "Patch stay here." She followed me into the living room, and shut the door loudly behind us.

And then she let rip. Not literally, because, well, that would be disgusting… And okay, maybe I was being harsh saying she let rip because it really wasn't that dramatic, but she did start laying it on.

First, she threw her two hands in the air. "Nora," she whined, bringing one flailing fist to her hip and perching it there. "We've been off school for like, what, the last two years?"

"Almost a week," I corrected in a calm tone. Once sitting on the plush couch, I curled my legs in underneath me and met her gaze level-headedly. "Not quite, but almost." She, rather literally, fell onto the other end of the lump of furniture, and sarcastically rewarded me three times with a roll of her eyes before speaking again. "Two years," she mumbled, showing me one hand palm up, as if she was displaying something. "Almost a week but not quite but almost." She did the same with her other, and then her gaze found mine pointedly.

I cocked an eyebrow in question.

Vee wiggled the fingers of each of her hands. "Same thing!" she snapped. "Two years, almost a week, I don't care! You still abandoned me for Patch."

"Abandoned you?" I scoffed, pulling a face. "Really?"

"Really," she nodded.

I leaned forward and mimicking me, she dug out of her pocket the best puppy dog face she could muster. "Nora, I was so lonely," she said, her eyes growing wide and saucer like. She even added a sniffling sniff for effect. "How can I ever make it up to you, Vee?" I replied in the most realistic soothing tone I could manage, and reached across to cover her trembling hand with my own. I was obviously only acting, and in a way mocking her, but strangely I was unsure if she realised this.

Her face instantly brightened. Straightening up, her lips puckered into an excited smile. "You could do something for me," she suggested in a sly tone. Oh, boy. I knew that tone well..

Just as quick as I had leaned in, I tilted back from her like she had suddenly become infected with a contagious disease. "What..?" I mumbled hesitantly, feeling a flicker of unease in my stomach at the growing anticipation in her gaze.

"Well, it's more like do something with me!" she chirped.

Again, the most inspiringly smart answer jumped to the tip of my tongue. "What?" I repeated lamely.

"Well.." Vee wriggled her eyebrows, and flashed me a hopeful grin. "There's this summer party on tonight for all the people in our grade in this popular guy's house and it'd be really loser like if I went on my own, so I was wondering if you'd pretty, pretty please come with me?"

Except it sounded more like a foreign language, such as gibberish or Ancient Greek, as she both started and finished the sentence in one breath.

"A house party?"

"A house party," she confirmed. And then hastily tacked a reminder to the end. "Only because you totally left me on my own for the last two years."

"Almost a week-"

"Whatever!" she interrupted impatiently. She scooted on her backside closer and beamed hugely. "It'll be so much fun, babe.. Come on, please?"

I took a moment to think this through. Eventually meeting her eyes, I was sure to keep my gaze cold on hers. "And going to this party with you would mean I'm completely off the hook?"

"Yep!"

I sighed, tiredly rubbing my hand over my face. "Fine, I'll go."

Vee's squeal of joy was euphoric as she leapt and crushed me into putty in her arms for the second time that morning. "This is going to be so much fun!" she exclaimed. Her legs jerked up and down in excitement, and I was surprised to find myself laughing. "Okay, okay," I chuckled, ducking under one of her arms and uncurling the other from my shoulders. "Calm down."

She stood up, pushing off of my side, which sent me flying into the back of the couch with an oof, and rearranged her clothing. "I need to go shopping," she announced, sauntering up to the mirror to fix her lipgloss. "I'll pick you up at seven, okay?"

I shook out my damp hair. "Yeah, heard you," I answered.

"Oh and babe." Vee paused on her exit through the doorway, and leaned her head with its perfectly sculpted hairstyle back into the room. "Wear something nice."

Oh, boy.


"So you're ditching me for the witch?"

I shook my head, and Patch lifted his hand to tuck a curl behind my ear. "Not ditching you," I said resolutely, my lips pulling to the sides a little. "I'll be back before you know it."

He pulled me in closer to his side on the bed, and even though the sun was still in the sky, spreading its friendly heat across the earth, the warmth radiating from Patch was so much more inviting. I snuggled into his shoulder and inhaled his scent deep in to my lungs. It clogged my train of thought.

"Some might call that ditching," he said, picking up my hand and twining his fingers through mine. "And some might call you a complainer," I countered, dropping our joined hands to his chest and sappily (and embarrassingly) watching the rise and fall of it.

His velvety laugh melted through me, all the way to the bone. "Fine, go party with Vee," he said heavily, a flame of betrayal splitting the light-hearted chuckle in his eyes. I chewed at my lip anxiously, catching it between my teeth before I felt a cool finger on my chin. "Joking," Patch whispered, his breath tickling my nose as he leaned in to kiss md softly. "I wanna go play at Bo's anyway."

"You're sure?"

He captured my words with his mouth again and twisted them into an appreciative moan. "I'm sure," he said in between kisses. "You'll be back here before I know it, remember?"


The contents of my wardrobe and drawers were scattered across my bedroom floor. I stood, staring down and dissected them all. Fabric, fabric and yet more patterned fabric. I had a whole shop full of clothes, but nothing to wear. The irony of the statement almost drew a chortle from me.

"Wear that one," Patch suggested. "Which one?" I asked confusedly, twirling around in a circle in an attempt to follow where he was jabbing his index finger.

"This one!" he said, and scooped it up into his hands. It was an old dress of my Mom's, and somehow had gotten mixed in with mine. Long, trailing past my toes and dissolving any shape I had, it was completely horrendous. "No way!" I yelped, giving him an incredulous what the.. look.

I spent another half an hour deciding. Patch wasn't much of an asset, he was far too busy worrying about the drunk, hormonal teenage boys who were going to be at the party, and so picked out things that even Stone Age derived people would puke at. But eventually and finally, I settled on a pretty skirt that came to the middle of my thighs, a string top and a cardigan. With a warning, possessive kiss to my lips, Patch left for Bo's, muttering very indiscreetly about his unhappiness with the situation and that I was required to call him if needed. I plonked my butt down in front of the mirror next, and even though I didn't wear makeup much anymore, I engaged in a discussion with the familiar face staring back at me about the pros of it.

The only ocean to cross now was Vee's inspection.

I pulled open the door and shyly shuffled back to give her room to step in. "Babe," she said stonily, with an emotionless, stern expression on her face. The glare of her headlights from behind morphed her into a dark silhouette. I took a breath of night air in through my teeth and waited for the scolding that was surely about to come. I wouldn't change just because she wanted me to, but wow, did Vee know how to knock any confidence I had in my clothes when she wanted to. "You look ah-ma-zing!" Shooting me an eager thumbs up, her face lit with a wide, proud smile.

Vee was bubbling over with excitement as we walked the footpath towards the host's house. Her lipstick gooey lips flew a million miles per minute as she gave me a quick rundown on a guy she'd had her eyes on since a party a few days ago. Caleb, or Kyle, or Connor, or something with a ck sound at the beginning. She was genuinely bristling with anxious thrill. "Looks like its gonna be a good one, babe!" she sang cheerily, hitching her bag further up her shoulder as she did so. I cast her a sideways glance, wanting to tap into her enthusiasm for her sake, but not quite getting it. "Could be," I said, managing to pull on a fake smile as I tripped after her up the driveway, which was already littered with clusters of people.

The music was ear splitting. Squinting, I almost thought I could see the walls of the house pulsing in time with it, both because of the music's volume and the amount of people stuffed inside. Alcohol flowed, and drunks.. well, fell over and stuff. I narrowly missed a flying elbow of a wobbly girl right inside the doorway, but Vee took care of it by grabbing her forearm. "Listen here, girl," she snapped. "You watch where you're going, okay?"

A red, plastic cup was shoved into my hands for the fifth time. Cliché and tacky. I had refused all of the others, as I did this one. Some of the brown, slushy liquid inside sloshed over the edges and wet my fingertips. "Drink up!" Vee said, and tipped her own cup back her throat. We were an hour in and she was already out of her mind drunk. I put my hand firmly on her shoulder to aid her when she stumbled. "Slow down," I cautioned, reaching for the cup as she did and pushed it out of her range.

"I need to go find Conrad!" Conrad! Conrad. It was Conrad.

"Um, Vee-"

"Be back in a while, babe!" Vee shouldered past two girls in our grade and disappeared into the crowd. I was left alone. A sigh broke my lips as I glanced down at the cup of alcohol. Could it really be so bad? Evidently not, because after standing there like a loser for a full five minutes, I gave in and downed it.

I was a lightweight.

"Nora!" I recognised the voice and face, but in my mind swirling with drunken trails of thought, I was unable to remember her name. "How are you?" the girl asked, leaning close to my ear so she could be heard. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the wall harshly. "I haven't seen you all summer!"

Again with the all summer? According to Vee, we were off for the past two years, and now the few days gone are being described as all summer? Come on, people, I thought, we've been off for like five days.

"I'm good. You?" I answered, after a long moment of stupidly gawking at her face and admiring her sparkly nose ring. How could people even.. Didn't it hurt?

"Great.." And then I drowned her out. Her voice was high pitched but nasally, if that was a possible mix, and rubbed me in the wrong way. With flying lips coated in slimy beer and gloss, she launched directly into a boring story of her ex boyfriend.

Four drained red cups later, my patience was wearing thin.

"And, oh my God, Nora," she gushed, flapping her silvery streaked nails in my face. "You will never guess what-"

Oh, boy, be quiet. Your voice is hurting my ears.

"'Scuse me, sorry," I slurred my interruption, idiotically dragging a hand up and slapping my left pointy finger over her icky lips. "I have to find Vee." The girl blinked, and took a hasty step back. "Um, sure," she mumbled, blush pooling in her cheeks. "See you around?" It sounded like a question. "Yep, nice talkin' t'ya!" I held up my cup, bowed to her slightly and turned away.

Vee was in Conrad's lap, an arm draped around his shoulders as they played a game of truths. Whoever refused to answer the question asked had to take a hefty swig of whatever was filtered into the bottle in Conrad's friend's hand.

"Nora!" she shouted once her gaze fell on me. Excitedly jumping off of Conrad's legs, she grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her face. "Is it okay if I go out with Conrad in a minute? We're gonna take my car," she wondered. Her breath smelled heavily of beer.

I nodded and gave her an encouraging slap on the back. "Yeah, I'll call Patch!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, just come out with me a sec' so I can call him."

Vee grabbed Conrad, who snatched his friend, who snatched his buddy and the domino effect continued until there was seven of us by the house's entrance. I pulled out my phone just as two unfamiliar boys began tossing an antique vase between them, and Conrad pushed Vee against the wall to close his mouth on hers.


Patch's Point of View

The man was disgusting. He emitted an overwhelming putrid stench of sweat and tobacco as he manoeuvred his way around the green felt painted table. Cocking an eyebrow as he rolled his huge stomach into his pants so that he could better lean over the table, I thought he didn't seem like a pool player at all. The good ones were usually sly and precise, the bad or amateurs nervous and predictable. This guy just seemed plain dumb.

But, ah, who cares? I was winning myself a polished, shiny, barely year old motorbike because of his foolishness.

Exactly the millisecond that a sneer curved my lips, my phone buzzed to life in my pocket. I brought it to my ear without hesitating- stupid guy was going to spend another century figuring out his move anyway..

"Patch?" came a soft voice. I felt the smile come back. "Yes, Nora?" I answered.

A stream of strange giggles came from her. "Can you pick me up?" she asked. Stepping away from the pool table, I slid the pool cue back into its original place by the wall. "Hm?" I replied, unable to hear her over the background noise of both Bo's nightlife crowd, and where she was. She hiccupped. "Can you pick me up, please?"

"Where are you?"

"Um, a place," she slurred brokenly. Frowning, I covered my free ear with my hand and pressed the phone closer to my skull. "You're breaking up, Angel."

"Oh, I-"

A crash from her end caused the phone to vibrate. "Nora, where are you?" I repeated firmly, cutting off her tiny squeak of surprise. Voices floated down the phone and I heard her shush them quickly. "I think we're.. Wait." My protests of don't you dare put the phone down were stamped out by her voice.

"Vee! Where the hell are we?" she shouted.

I slumped onto a chair in the corner, and was bored to halfway to hell as Nora, Vee and some other people who I didn't care about all tried to figure out where they were.

Humans, I thought sourly. The only up side was because they took so long laughing and arguing between themselves, I was able to quickly finish my pool game and win myself the bike.


Nora's Point of View.

Everything was so much cooler when I was drunk. I'd experienced drink before, but wow, never like this!

Vee hung off Conrad's arm like a bee to a blossoming flower. "Babe," she garbled, and pulled away from her boy toy to nudge me in the arm. "Patch is here."

"Where?"

"There!" She threw her arm out and pointed to the end of the driveway. My eyes bulged, because the most good looking guy in history had just turned in on his glittery crimson motorcycle and parked. Well, whoa, he was handsome.. And mine!

"Bye Vee! Bye Conker!"

I stumbled forward a few steps, before feeling a cool hand grip my elbow gently. Patch's expression was amused as he smirked down at me. "Drink a little too much, Angel?" he questioned, beginning to steer me towards the beautiful bike.

"Nope!"

"Hmm." His smile was knowing. "Then you'll be okay to hold on tight?"

"Sure!"

"That's good then, because this thing goes fast." He pulled a plain black helmet over my head and tied it under my chin. Before throwing my leg over the back and hopping on behind, I gave him a chaste peck on the cheek.

So when he said it went fast, I thought maybe, you know, he meant a small bit quicker than his other. I was very sadly mistake. And forced to grip onto him like I was attempting to squeeze the soul from him. I was dizzy when we arrived back at the Farmhouse.

"I'm going to go wash up," I told him once inside the front door. The frosty wind had cleared my head slightly, and a bitter aftertaste of whatever it was I had been drinking stayed in my mouth. I dearly wanted to rid myself of it by using my friends; toothbrush and toothpaste. I fluffed my hair to tame the stray curls, and straightened my skirt.

Patch was more than happy to open his arms the second I strolled back into the living room, and without hesitation, I jumped into the space next to him. He smelt nice. Like mint. I ducked my head into his chest and he curled his arms around me in a cocoon. As I inhaled slowly and secretly, new feelings spread from his skin, through to mine, and sent tingles down my spine.

It was like a reflex reaction. Patch was a magnet, and I was single pin, and unable to resist him. Even when he wasn't trying. Not that he'd have to try hard..

I wanted to finish what he had started the night before. I was done with waiting.

With that thought driving me forward, I wriggled closer before throwing my lips onto his. I faintly feared the sting of rejection, but was pleasantly surprised when he met my kiss with his tongue. Another nice fortune was that this kiss was heated and when he opened his lips further, full of telecommunicated desires, instead of being slow and precise. Rough, almost. Momentarily the silly feeling of intoxication soared higher, and I felt like I could melt into a puddle at his toes. His hands went from twisting through my hair, to my chest, and then finally his warm palms began inching up my thigh and he grabbed my lower back.

I liked rough kissing, I decided.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I jumped up to him as he stood, pulled me up and hitched my legs around his waist. Here, I was allowed better access to his mouth, and instantly took advantage of this as I crushed my lips back to his. Was Patch capable of being or doing anything but sexy? I quickly figured that, no, fortunately he wasn't, because no matter what he did, he found a way to draw me in easily.

Patch's mouth left mine and with a dreaded sense of foreboding, I assumed he was going to start teasing me half to death, until his icy breath touched my neck. As I tangled my fingers into his silky hair once more, he began tracing the invisible line along my throat and I swallowed back a moan of pleasure.

Maybe we shouldn't be doing this.. I mean, I was seriously drunk for the first time in my life, and things were going to get very intimate here.. These thoughts were completely and quickly erased as he moved to my collarbone, and each time I felt the graze of his playful teeth or tongue, my need spiked.

We continued like this, kissing, touching and teasing each other, until he finally decided to haul me out of my uncomfortable misery, and take me upstairs. "This is fun," I mumbled pathetically against his skin. His laughter seeped in through my pores and I tightened my grip around his waist. He tried to loosen this, most likely to toss me onto the bed, but my hold was sticking and instead he laid me down and climbed on top.

I gave myself a well deserved moment to dwell on the fact that Patch and I were so close and he still hadn't asked me to stop! Hallelujah, the Messiah has come-!

"We should stop now."

Shut up, Patch, don't ruin this moment.

"Why?" I grumbled. His fingers slid to the string of my top, and even though those smoky eyes of his showed conflict, he lifted it over my head and before I could comprehend, it was in a bundle on the floor with his shirt, which I had slyly removed at the first opportunity.

And then he stalled. Supporting himself with his arms on either side of me, his gaze bit into mine. "Are you sure about this, Angel?" he asked softly. God, I loved when he called me that..

"Yes." I tugged at his hair hungrily, demanding he bring those warm lips back down to my level. "But you're drunk," he said. Was there a hint of disappointment in his tone? Huh, I didn't like that one bit. I was drunk, yes, there's no point denying that, but I already knew I wanted this. I'd known since before that damned, stupid fire. And the realisation of oh my God, Patch is kissing me like this mixed with the cold air from the motorbike had sobered me up fairly fast. I was just a little giddy at this stage. That was it.

"Not really anymore," I promised.

"Are you going to regret this?" He bit his lip and looked so un-Patch-like for a moment that I froze.

He touched the tip of his finger to my temple. "No. Not ever," I answered honestly.

More clothes started falling off. He unclipped my bra without any assistance on my part, and with one hand, and I ran my hands along his muscled arms. With every touch, he fuelled my desire and broke his own resistance. I desperately wished that he could experience this as I was, but life didn't always deal us the best hands, and I settled for just being grateful that we were together.

We fought for dominance, like a comical wrestling match, but he won, as I knew he would, and we carried on teasing and tickling each other. It was fun waiting for the other to click, and yet again, I knew he'd succeed. But it wasn't until he began pushing my skirt and underwear down agonisingly slow that I actually caved. "Okay!" I gasped, unintentionally digging my nails into his shoulders. "I give up! You win!"

It was all I had to say before he returned to hovering over me, and explored every inch of my body with his fiery ice touch. All the while, his bedroom black eyes lingered on mine.

I didn't know what to expect now. I mean, what happens after..? Maybe he'd throw me out and go to sleep? Wait, no, it was my house -my bed- and he'd never do that. Maybe he'd go and say something completely boyish like "im hungry, bye"?

Ah, I didn't know, and the uncertainty of it made me nervous!

Alternatively, he stayed right where he was, the red bed clothes spread across his lower body and ran his fingers through my knotty hair. This eased my anxiousness, and bathing in the feeling of total relaxation, I cuddled closer to rest my head on his warm shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, as if being too loud would shatter the peace and harmony in the room.

I nodded and kissed his collar bone for reassurance. I really was. Sure, I was the teensiest bit sore, but it was entirely worth it. And I didn't regret it at all. Maybe someone else would frown upon us because I was drunk when I'd first been with Patch, but I honestly didn't care. One, no one else would find out, and two, in my opinion, being slightly tipsy made things easier because it took the edge of my nerves.

I really, really enjoyed this feeling of being loved and wanted.

"Patch?" I whispered, my voice also tentative. As sappy as it sounds, I wished the moment would last forever. His hands stilled in my hair, and he pressed his lips to my forehead in a soft kiss. "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He grinned crookedly, and reached across his chest to tap my nose. "Anytime, Angel," he said, and winked a black eye at me. They held a thousand thoughts.

I so had to tell Vee about this.


Patch was making us something to eat in the kitchen when I slipped outside the backdoor and into the inky garden, phone in hand.

"What's up, babe?" Vee answered on the second ring in an unusually cheery voice.

"Free tomorrow?"

"For what?"

Eyeing Patch's shirtless outline through the curtains on the kitchen window, I felt my stomach twist into knots-which were becoming increasingly familiar. "I really need to talk to you," I said with a quick laugh, a smile tilting my lips.

"Wha-" She fell silent, and then raked in a huge breath of air. "Oh my God!"

"I know!"

"Ah!"

"Shhh!"

"Nora-!"

"Where are you?" I interrupted, muffling my laughter with my hand. Patch would have some seriously sadistic fun mocking me if he found out I ran off to call Vee. "Just home," she responded happily. "Conrad took me home."

"Oh-"

"Pick you up tomorrow at noon?"

"Sure thing. Bye Vee."

"Bye babe! Be safe!" We hung up, I slid the phone back into my pocket and shuffled back inside the warm walls of my home.

A bubble of happiness was swelling in my chest. I'd just had one of the best road trips of my life, -maybe I could convince him to take me on another before the summer's out?-, my best friend was brilliantly was still the best ever, and Patch and I.. well, we had the whole night..


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