Kat climbed out of Patrick's car and watched as he filled the tank with
gas. The clothes she was wearing was odd for her to say the least. A
button down spaghetti strap top half undone and a skimpy pair of denim
shorts. Her hair was down and wind blown. Patrick was in his usual jeans
but he was wearing a wife beater today. It had been hot today. Insanely
hot. All of a sudden a heat wave hit and she was boiling. She had to
admit though; he had looked pretty sexy when covered with a slight sheen of
sweat covering his lean muscled body like he had been.
"Could you finish for me Kat?" he asked. "Stop it at twenty."
"Ok." She replied.
"You want something in there?" he asked.
"Yeah. The biggest bottle of water you can find and two almond joys." She replied. He nodded and headed into the gas station. She walked over to the gas pump and leaned against the old truck as she waited on it to fill. When it reached twenty, she put back the pump, closed the gas tank and jumped up onto the front of the car leaning back against the dashboard, waiting for him to return. They had decided to be crazy since it was summer vacation. A road trip had seemed like a good idea, it still was a good idea. They had been on the road for what must have been a week and so far everything was amazing. They would put on the radio and roll down the window and blast music singing along wildly. They had stopped of at every clean body of water they came across and jumped in for a quick swim. They had spent most of their nights cuddling, kissing, and watching the stars. Kat felt so free to be herself and just mess around because she knew that he didn't expect anything from her. He wasn't expecting sex or gropage although he had admitted that it was a definite added plus. They had stopped off at so many clubs to dance the night away… literally, and they had checked into so many motels leaving when they got bored. Sometimes they would stop off at random fields to play soccer one on one with each other. She had lost track of how many rolls of film they had used. She honestly didn't even know where they were. Last time they had checked they had been in Iowa. The feel of soft lips pressed against her stomach yanked her from her reverie. Her eyes flew open with a gasp as a grinning Patrick blew a fart bubble on her belly. "You are such a dork." She said, unable to think up anything bad to say to him…. At least not with him grinning like that. He laughed and slammed her treats onto the hood of the car next to her.
"There's my gold." He said and climbed into the car. She stuck her tongue out at his retreating back and hopped of the car, climbing in after him.
"Did you find out where we are?"
"Yes, my dear Katarina I took the liberty of doing so." He replied starting up the car.
"And?"
"North Carolina."
"Are you serious?" she asked opening her candy wrapper and he pulled out of the gas station. She had long since gotten accustomed to his driving although he had yet to adapt to hers.
"I swear on my joystick."
"Wow."
"I know. I hadn't realized how far we had gotten either."
"No not that; the fact that you had enough conviction to swear on your joystick. Wow." He glared at her and she stared at him innocently eating her Almond Joy.
"Wench." He said returning his attention to the road.
"Pig."
"Impudent hussy."
"Well that's the first complaint I've heard about it so far." She remarked casually. His sharp glance amused her. Then his stricken expression eased into a smile we can play that as well he thought to himself.
"Who said it was a complaint?" he replied. "We have always enjoyed your wanton impulses."
"We?" she asked.
"We." He replied winking at her. She stared at him speechlessly, unable to think up anything to say to him.
"You suck you know that." She said finally.
"Get over it." He replied and she rolled her eyes and continued to eat her almond joy. He turned on the radio and sat back speeding down the open highway.
"Could you finish for me Kat?" he asked. "Stop it at twenty."
"Ok." She replied.
"You want something in there?" he asked.
"Yeah. The biggest bottle of water you can find and two almond joys." She replied. He nodded and headed into the gas station. She walked over to the gas pump and leaned against the old truck as she waited on it to fill. When it reached twenty, she put back the pump, closed the gas tank and jumped up onto the front of the car leaning back against the dashboard, waiting for him to return. They had decided to be crazy since it was summer vacation. A road trip had seemed like a good idea, it still was a good idea. They had been on the road for what must have been a week and so far everything was amazing. They would put on the radio and roll down the window and blast music singing along wildly. They had stopped of at every clean body of water they came across and jumped in for a quick swim. They had spent most of their nights cuddling, kissing, and watching the stars. Kat felt so free to be herself and just mess around because she knew that he didn't expect anything from her. He wasn't expecting sex or gropage although he had admitted that it was a definite added plus. They had stopped off at so many clubs to dance the night away… literally, and they had checked into so many motels leaving when they got bored. Sometimes they would stop off at random fields to play soccer one on one with each other. She had lost track of how many rolls of film they had used. She honestly didn't even know where they were. Last time they had checked they had been in Iowa. The feel of soft lips pressed against her stomach yanked her from her reverie. Her eyes flew open with a gasp as a grinning Patrick blew a fart bubble on her belly. "You are such a dork." She said, unable to think up anything bad to say to him…. At least not with him grinning like that. He laughed and slammed her treats onto the hood of the car next to her.
"There's my gold." He said and climbed into the car. She stuck her tongue out at his retreating back and hopped of the car, climbing in after him.
"Did you find out where we are?"
"Yes, my dear Katarina I took the liberty of doing so." He replied starting up the car.
"And?"
"North Carolina."
"Are you serious?" she asked opening her candy wrapper and he pulled out of the gas station. She had long since gotten accustomed to his driving although he had yet to adapt to hers.
"I swear on my joystick."
"Wow."
"I know. I hadn't realized how far we had gotten either."
"No not that; the fact that you had enough conviction to swear on your joystick. Wow." He glared at her and she stared at him innocently eating her Almond Joy.
"Wench." He said returning his attention to the road.
"Pig."
"Impudent hussy."
"Well that's the first complaint I've heard about it so far." She remarked casually. His sharp glance amused her. Then his stricken expression eased into a smile we can play that as well he thought to himself.
"Who said it was a complaint?" he replied. "We have always enjoyed your wanton impulses."
"We?" she asked.
"We." He replied winking at her. She stared at him speechlessly, unable to think up anything to say to him.
"You suck you know that." She said finally.
"Get over it." He replied and she rolled her eyes and continued to eat her almond joy. He turned on the radio and sat back speeding down the open highway.