Chapter 7
Rachel's POV
I was walking down the street with my boyfriend, holding his arm. After the turn of events, I started to get a little suspicious of Patton and Fanny. But why should I? I mean she's with Hoagie and Patton loves me right?
"Well here we are."
I broke from my daydream as soon as Patton spoke. His house was small but it looked so cozy and cute and the fence that bordered his property was a smooth jet black. Patton opened the gate and gestured me to go first. I obliged and stepped through, him following close behind. I took a look around his front yard. It was nicely decorated with bushes and flowers and one big tree on the left and side.
"You're house is so cute." I commented.
Patton shrugged and chuckled. "Brace yourself." He whispered in my ear before knocking on the door. Before I could ask what he was talking about the door opened and there stood a tall woman with long curly black hair. Her eyes reminded me of Patton's, kind and gentle, yet tough and strong.
"Well hello there!" She greeted cheerfully. "Who are you?"
"Mum this is Rachel." Patton introduced me.
"Oh my! Is this the Rachel I've heard so much about?"
She placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're quite the pretty one. I can see why Patton doesn't shut up about you."
I chuckled sheepishly. I glanced at Patton and he looked away in embarrassment. I don't think I've seen his face this red before.
"Come in!"
She pushed me in gently and Patton followed. "If you kids want something to eat I just made a batch of cookies. Rachel, are you staying for dinner?"
I looked at Patton, but his expression was hard to decipher.
"I'd love to but…" I tried to think of some sort of excuse. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to spend dinner at his place it's just my parents don't exactly know about Patton yet… and I don't want them to ask questions later. "My parents aren't really fond of me eating at other peoples places. Sorry Mrs. Drilovsky."
"Oh no it's okay honey."
Patton pushed me towards the living room where a man sat on the couch watching T.V.
"Hey dad." Patton greeted.
"Hey son." He said looking straight at us. His black hair was slicked back and he had a scar going vertical on his right eyebrow. "Who's this?"
"Rachel, dad."
"Ah this the girl that got you whipped?"
"Dad!"
I giggled slightly and looked at all the photos on the shelf. There was a black and white one that seemed to resemble Mr. Drilovsky standing next to a plump man who seemed to resemble Hoagie.
"Is this you?" I asked.
"Yep." He replied. "Back when I was fighting in 'Nam. That man there was Hoagie Gilligan. He piloted the planes… had an accident though… poor family. His son was mortified."
Wow. That guy was actually Hoagie's father. It's so sad. Patton grabbed my hand and I came back down to reality.
"Come on." He hissed in my ear. "See ya dad."
"Nice meeting you Mr. Drilovsky." I said.
"Yeah you too."
He returned to watching the T.V. as Patton pulled outside to his backyard. It was simple and clean with little flower bushes growing on the edges of the fence. A scruffy brown dog ran up to Patton and he leant down to pat it.
"It won't bite." He said. I reached out my hand and ran my hand through the dogs fur. The dog licked Patton's face and ran around the backyard.
"Sit." Patton motioned to a little table set to our left. I sat down on a sit while he rummaged through his bag for his sketchpad and pencils. He sat down opposite me and opened the pad to a clean page. "Okay hold still."
I sat upright as still as possible. Just as soon as Patton's pencil touched the paper the door opened and out stepped Mrs. Drilovsky.
"I brought you some food!" She said cheerfully holding up a tray with a bowl of chips and a plate of cookies. Patton slapped his face and groaned.
"Mum." He said monotonously.
"What are you doing huh?" She asked looking over Patton's shoulder.
"Art assignment or something." Patton replied vaguely. "Can we please be alone mum?"
"Sure." She winked. "You kids have fun."
Patton sighed annoyingly while I sat there giggling. He gave me a look and I just smirked.
"You're family's more interesting than mine that's for sure." I said dully. I twiddled with one of my bracelets hoping that Patton wouldn't press it further.
Luckily he didn't. He just gave me another look and returned to sketching.
