Back to Then
Summary: Kat's mom comes back and they have to consider whether they can go from where they are now, back to where they were then. Heavily relies on Kat and Patrick's relationship but also relays a lot of the relationships that Kat has with everyone else...including the mother that she thought she lost. This story takes place after the movie, and is set in Kat's point of view!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I pretend to (although, i wish i did!!!) lol
Chapter One: Things Can Only Get Better
I bobbed my head along to the Indie rock group that banged their instruments into my headphones, mildly taking note of the odd looks I was getting as I walked down the hallway to my English class. I slipped inside and took my seat while passing Joey Donner's seat with a fire burning inside of me just at having to do so.
"Hey, Kat, wanna purr for me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking his pelivis out like Elvis. I rolled my eyes.
"No. But I'll hiss." I told him seriously, and gave him a stone hard look that had him sitting back in his seat feeling uneasy despite his cockiness. He smirked anyway, daring fate.
"Well, kitty Kat, maybe we can work something out after a little lap dance-," his words were abruptly cut off as Patrick slinked into the classroom and took his seat next to Joey. He moved sideways in his seat leaning in towards Joey with a large grin on his face as if daring him to continue.
Joey slinked back into his chair, frowning to himself.
Patrick looked over at me and winked with a smile, and I just rolled my eyes with a shrug.
"Alright!" Mr. Morgan came into the room late, with a top hat in his right hand that was filled with little white pieces of paper. "We're going to be doing a project on Shakespeare's sonnets, and your partners will be chosen randomly," he gestured to the thing he held in his hand, "from my trusty little top hat."
I had my hand raised even before the simutaneous groans sounded through the room.
Mr. Morgan sighed. "What?"
I kept my face straight and replied in my most sophisticated voice, "Wouldn't it be less time consuming if we were to choose our own partners on our own time. That way, we can get right into today's lesson."
"That's a nice idea," he replied, pausing for only a second as his sarcastic smile spread across his face and then turned to the girl sitting directly in front of him in the front row. "Wanna draw first?"
He went down the rows until finally stopping in front of me and I was about to protest but caught Patrick looking at me out of the corner of my eyes and figured that I could save my tantrum for later. I stuck my hand inside and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it slowly while keeping my eyes focused on Mr. Morgan as if daring him to tell me something in my now crabby mood. When I glanced down at the name written across the paper, I muttered a curse under my breath: Joey Donner.
"No, Mr. Morgan. This isn't going to work, you wouldn't push this!" I glanced at Joey who had sunk deeper into his desk, taking a sideways glance at Patrick who was staring back and forth at me and Joey; amused.
The teacher just smiled as if getting his payback and winked, "Things only get better when they reach their peak of worse."
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"This is so condescending!" I managed to say through gritted teeth as Mandella and I made our way out to my car. "I do not want to work with Joey 'pretty boy' Donner if it meant I saved the world from oppression!" Mandella looked at me sidelong, amusement clear in her sparkly eyes.
"Its not funny," I told her seriously. She stopped and I turned to face her, she kept a straight face staring back at me and then we both busted out into laughter. "Okay, so its kinda funny." I admitted. Pointing a finger at her I added, "You just remember who drives you home, huh?"
She laughed again and we got into my ventage car. I sighed and laid my head back against the headrest for a moment. "Mandella, why does my life blow?"
"What blows?" A head appeared outside my open window, as Patrick kneeled outside of the door. I smiled, still savoring the fluttery feeling that I got when I saw him.
"Partnership with Joey Donner blows." I answered and he leaned in to kiss me. I could feel his minty breath on my mouth even before he pressed it against my own. When he pulled away he patted my hair and smiled.
"Well, I got a lucky break. Got stuck with Bogey's cousin, Dave, who's never gotten below an A- in his life. I figure, I'll sit back and let him do all the work, so he doesn't have a panic attack when someone else tries to handle his grade."
"Hmm." I replied. "Smooth."
He patted my hair again and kissed me before pulling back with a grin, "My car's in the shop. Give me a ride home?"
"Sure."
Just then I saw a rush of pink coming towards the car at top speed. I turned to see Bianca nearly tripping over her heels to get to the car.
"Kat..." She said, out of breath. "Cameron...sick...need ride..home." She panted some more while I rolled my eyes at her.
"What-am I running a taxi company?" I scoffed and turned the ignitioin. "Get in the back."
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I pulled the car into the driveway and lazily pulled myself out, followed by Bianca, Patrick, and Mandella who had decided to come over to study for our history exam the following day. I yawned as I felt Pat walk up beside me and push me lightly with his shoulder. I had to laugh. It was still hard to believe that someone would purposely be with me without a bet going on behind it, and as hard as it was to admit-at times-I still had a hard time trusting Patrick.
"Five bucks says he distracts you, giving me at least a five point lead on whatever grade you get on the test," Mandella whispered teasingly into my ear. I narrowed my eyes at her, finding myself making a mental note to see if her theory would prove true.
I took the initiative as Bianca moseyed over to the us, by sticking my key into the door and pushing it open laughing at Mandella. All of us had stumbled into the main entrance way before anyone had taken notice of the two people presently standing a mere five feet in front of us. Mandella was the first to notice them and she froze at my side, her eyes glazing over in disbelief.
"Kat," she whispered much to my oblivion.
Patrick looked at the two people and could suddenly feel the ice in the room. Bianca finally looked up from putting her purse securely around her shoulder and her eyes widened. Her mouth turned into a huge smile and she squeaked out an excited giggle. Right then I finally found myself looking up at the two figures and Patrick must have felt the instant way my body tensed, because I was mildly aware of his arm slipping protectively around my waist.
The room fell silent and Mandella suddenly reached for my hand either out of feelings of protectiveness or a mere effort to manage her own feelings of disbelief. Bianca breathed a sigh of joy at my side and managed to utter in a whispy voice,
"Mom."
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A.N Like what you read? If you did or didn't, I really appreciate feedback, so tell me what you think! Thanks!
Summary: Kat's mom comes back and they have to consider whether they can go from where they are now, back to where they were then. Heavily relies on Kat and Patrick's relationship but also relays a lot of the relationships that Kat has with everyone else...including the mother that she thought she lost. This story takes place after the movie, and is set in Kat's point of view!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I pretend to (although, i wish i did!!!) lol
Chapter One: Things Can Only Get Better
I bobbed my head along to the Indie rock group that banged their instruments into my headphones, mildly taking note of the odd looks I was getting as I walked down the hallway to my English class. I slipped inside and took my seat while passing Joey Donner's seat with a fire burning inside of me just at having to do so.
"Hey, Kat, wanna purr for me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking his pelivis out like Elvis. I rolled my eyes.
"No. But I'll hiss." I told him seriously, and gave him a stone hard look that had him sitting back in his seat feeling uneasy despite his cockiness. He smirked anyway, daring fate.
"Well, kitty Kat, maybe we can work something out after a little lap dance-," his words were abruptly cut off as Patrick slinked into the classroom and took his seat next to Joey. He moved sideways in his seat leaning in towards Joey with a large grin on his face as if daring him to continue.
Joey slinked back into his chair, frowning to himself.
Patrick looked over at me and winked with a smile, and I just rolled my eyes with a shrug.
"Alright!" Mr. Morgan came into the room late, with a top hat in his right hand that was filled with little white pieces of paper. "We're going to be doing a project on Shakespeare's sonnets, and your partners will be chosen randomly," he gestured to the thing he held in his hand, "from my trusty little top hat."
I had my hand raised even before the simutaneous groans sounded through the room.
Mr. Morgan sighed. "What?"
I kept my face straight and replied in my most sophisticated voice, "Wouldn't it be less time consuming if we were to choose our own partners on our own time. That way, we can get right into today's lesson."
"That's a nice idea," he replied, pausing for only a second as his sarcastic smile spread across his face and then turned to the girl sitting directly in front of him in the front row. "Wanna draw first?"
He went down the rows until finally stopping in front of me and I was about to protest but caught Patrick looking at me out of the corner of my eyes and figured that I could save my tantrum for later. I stuck my hand inside and pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it slowly while keeping my eyes focused on Mr. Morgan as if daring him to tell me something in my now crabby mood. When I glanced down at the name written across the paper, I muttered a curse under my breath: Joey Donner.
"No, Mr. Morgan. This isn't going to work, you wouldn't push this!" I glanced at Joey who had sunk deeper into his desk, taking a sideways glance at Patrick who was staring back and forth at me and Joey; amused.
The teacher just smiled as if getting his payback and winked, "Things only get better when they reach their peak of worse."
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"This is so condescending!" I managed to say through gritted teeth as Mandella and I made our way out to my car. "I do not want to work with Joey 'pretty boy' Donner if it meant I saved the world from oppression!" Mandella looked at me sidelong, amusement clear in her sparkly eyes.
"Its not funny," I told her seriously. She stopped and I turned to face her, she kept a straight face staring back at me and then we both busted out into laughter. "Okay, so its kinda funny." I admitted. Pointing a finger at her I added, "You just remember who drives you home, huh?"
She laughed again and we got into my ventage car. I sighed and laid my head back against the headrest for a moment. "Mandella, why does my life blow?"
"What blows?" A head appeared outside my open window, as Patrick kneeled outside of the door. I smiled, still savoring the fluttery feeling that I got when I saw him.
"Partnership with Joey Donner blows." I answered and he leaned in to kiss me. I could feel his minty breath on my mouth even before he pressed it against my own. When he pulled away he patted my hair and smiled.
"Well, I got a lucky break. Got stuck with Bogey's cousin, Dave, who's never gotten below an A- in his life. I figure, I'll sit back and let him do all the work, so he doesn't have a panic attack when someone else tries to handle his grade."
"Hmm." I replied. "Smooth."
He patted my hair again and kissed me before pulling back with a grin, "My car's in the shop. Give me a ride home?"
"Sure."
Just then I saw a rush of pink coming towards the car at top speed. I turned to see Bianca nearly tripping over her heels to get to the car.
"Kat..." She said, out of breath. "Cameron...sick...need ride..home." She panted some more while I rolled my eyes at her.
"What-am I running a taxi company?" I scoffed and turned the ignitioin. "Get in the back."
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I pulled the car into the driveway and lazily pulled myself out, followed by Bianca, Patrick, and Mandella who had decided to come over to study for our history exam the following day. I yawned as I felt Pat walk up beside me and push me lightly with his shoulder. I had to laugh. It was still hard to believe that someone would purposely be with me without a bet going on behind it, and as hard as it was to admit-at times-I still had a hard time trusting Patrick.
"Five bucks says he distracts you, giving me at least a five point lead on whatever grade you get on the test," Mandella whispered teasingly into my ear. I narrowed my eyes at her, finding myself making a mental note to see if her theory would prove true.
I took the initiative as Bianca moseyed over to the us, by sticking my key into the door and pushing it open laughing at Mandella. All of us had stumbled into the main entrance way before anyone had taken notice of the two people presently standing a mere five feet in front of us. Mandella was the first to notice them and she froze at my side, her eyes glazing over in disbelief.
"Kat," she whispered much to my oblivion.
Patrick looked at the two people and could suddenly feel the ice in the room. Bianca finally looked up from putting her purse securely around her shoulder and her eyes widened. Her mouth turned into a huge smile and she squeaked out an excited giggle. Right then I finally found myself looking up at the two figures and Patrick must have felt the instant way my body tensed, because I was mildly aware of his arm slipping protectively around my waist.
The room fell silent and Mandella suddenly reached for my hand either out of feelings of protectiveness or a mere effort to manage her own feelings of disbelief. Bianca breathed a sigh of joy at my side and managed to utter in a whispy voice,
"Mom."
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A.N Like what you read? If you did or didn't, I really appreciate feedback, so tell me what you think! Thanks!