-1"You're a musician?"

"Ya I'm lead singer in a band."

Cat pondered this before she asked any more questions. It didn't make sense. For one Patrick was very shy, how could he get up in front of a stage every night if he wouldn't even take off his shirt around her. Plus he looked like he was pretty well off. He had a nice big apartment. But then again-

"Cat?,"

"huh"

"I asked if you were ok,"

"Ya I'm sorry I spend too much time in my head, but you're a musician?"

"yes,"

"would I know any of your stuff,"

"most likely we've gotten pretty popular over the past few years."

"what's your bands name?"

"Fall Out Boy"

"that's an odd name"

"ya, you wanna go to the park?"

"sure, but I wanna hear some of your music some time,"

"ok,"

Patrick was quiet the thought crossed his mind that maybe it was a bad choice to tell Cat all this so soon. However Cat took his hand up in hers and his fear subsided. It was a beautiful day out. The sun was warm despite the cold wind. It was already almost 2 his mind was searching for some thing to say but his phone ringing pulled him back to earth.

"Hello?" he asked pulling his hand out from under Cats so he could grasp the steering wheel.

"hey trickster,"

"hey Pete,"

"what's the hap's"

"as of right now I'm sitting in traffic, you"

"Vegas,"

"what"

"I'm in LOS VEGAS"

"when did u leave?"

"like 4 this morning,"

"why"

"to make some head way with the panic album, is it head way or hay way?"

"I don't know dose it matter, why didn't you tell me"

"I didn't tell you? I could of sworn I told you, I feel like I did, oh man I' so sorry"

"Its fine Pete" Patrick began to rub his temples, Pete had the amazing ability to give Patrick a migraine.

"well how's the recording going"

"terrible,"

"come on it cant be that bad"

"oh its bad and I'm pissed,"

"go on"

"they sound like shit, they weren't even warmed up when I got here, they act like they've never done this before"

"that bad huh?"

"ya and I'm having trouble with a few of there songs,"

"what kind of trouble?"

"I cant get it to sound right, I don't know,"

"is it the sound boards?"

"I don't know, trick I need you and you musical genius! Can you come?"

"ya, ya sure I'll be there" Patrick stole a glance at Cat and smiled. "how soon do you need me?"

"I want you on the next flight out here."

"Which would be… when"

"the next flight leaves at four, I bought you a ticket and ill meet you at the air port to pick you up,"

"ok…"

"tricky I love, love, love you. You're a life savor"

"I know, I know I'm just that great."

"ok ill see you in a few hours, peace"

-click-

Patrick went back to rubbing his temples. He couldn't be angry at Pete for not telling him about having to go to Vegas. Sometimes Pete would think about things so much that he couldn't remember if he had done them or not. Mostly he just figured he had and just went about his day. Patrick learned very quickly how to play catch up and piece things together.

"what was that about?"

"it was Pete he needs me in Vegas, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to get you home so I can get ready and catch a flight,"

"Its no problem at all, take the next exit here."

"I'm really sorry about this, I just wanted to spend time with you."

"oh please don't worry, take a right up at the light. Your gonna have fun"

"ya right, where am I going now,"

"its Vegas trust me your gonna party so hard you'll totally forget about me, keep going straight till you hit the stop sign"

"k, but no I wont forget about you and I do have fun there my friends but its gonna be more of work, late nights at the recording studio and too much take out."

"take out my goodness!! How horrible! How do you stand it, a left here"

"as fat as I am right now Vegas is not going to be fun"

"HEY!

There was a sharpness to Cats voice that Patrick had never herd before, it both startled and aroused him.

"don't say that about your self, ok. I think you look perfect. don't bash your self. I don't ever wanna here you talk like that. Who cares if you're a little chubby or if you come back a few pounds heavier? I'll still want you just as bad as I do now."

Patrick couldn't say any thing. He was touched. He knew his friends couldn't care less about his weight gain, and his father was only unhappy with his new found attitude. But coming from her it felt different. Not like she was saying it just to say it or because she had to, she meant it.

"Turn down the road on your right and it's the apartment complex on the right."

"k"

Patrick pulled into the parking lot. He was trying to think of some thing to say with out coming off as a sleaze ball. He got out of the car and walk around to Cats side.

"I was gonna get your door,"

"oh I'm sorry, do you want me to get back in so you can open it up for me?"

"no that's fine"

"walk me up?"

"sure,"

Cat lived in a small too bed room apartment with her room mate josh and his (current) boy friend. It was small but cozy enough and rent wasn't that bad the only problem was they were on the 6th floor and there was no elevator which was only a big deal on laundry or grocery day. Patrick how ever was feeling very out of breath by the time they reached Cats floor. He tried his best not to show it but he hadn't done any thing that physically exerting in months. 'I have got to get into shape he thought'.

"so" he gasped.

"you wanna come in side?"

"sure but I cant stay long,"

Cat showed him in and Patrick took a seat on the couch after moving a bike helmet.

"you want some thing to drink"

"sure"

"coke, water or eww…two week old milk"

"coke."

Cat walked back in and handed him a can, she pushed a pile of cloths off the couch and sat down.

"sorry about the mess, are you ok,"

Patrick chugged down his soda

"ya" he gasped, "I guess I'm a bit outa shape."

"I hate those stairs"

Patrick laughed a Cat joined him.

"how long can you say,"

"half an hour…did you really mean what you said in the car?"

"mean what,"

"about how I look"

Cat placed a hand high on Patrick's thigh and squeezed it gently.

"I meant every word I said"

Patrick reached over and brushed her hair out of her face and leaned in to kiss her. She knocked his hat off his head as she moved her arms around him. He tasted good and she longed to have him just once more before he left.