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10 Things I love about you

Disclaimer- I don't own 10 Things I hate about you and I don't own any of the products or people that I mention in this story unless I make them up myself.

Plot- This is basically a continuation of where the movie stops… Length of story is yet to be determined. But it has the feeling of the book, with the chapters of each of their perspectives, which means Cameron, Bianca and some minor characters will be featured in this story.

Rating- PG-13 for adult content, adult language, and adult situations.

Cameron

As I pulled up into the driveway, I spotted a very distressed and saddened Patrick. It was obvious to me that he had a blowout or argument with Kat. I could only pray that they didn't decide to break up since the girl's still officially lived with their father and the dating rule was still in effect. Sighing, I nudged Bianca with my shoulder and after a few minutes she groggily sat up.

"Where am I?" she murmured into my chest. Ah, how I liked this girl; she was the cutest thing.

"Home. Do you want me to walk you to your door?" I suggested, taming down her somewhat wild hair from the wind blowing it around.

She looked around the area and saw Patrick retreating towards the steps with his hands in his pockets and his head looking down at the ground. Knowing this wasn't normal, she shook her head from left to right. "No. I have a feeling I need to talk to Kat." With those words, she bolted from the car and didn't bother to say a single word else wise. Had I done something wrong. Giving up my previous plans, I quickly got out of my car and chased after Patrick.

"Patrick! Patrick!" I yelled, catching up to him. "What happened? Why are you ignoring me? Are you and Kat fighting?"

"Breathe Cameron. Don't start Turing into another crazy Michael." At first, I was going to take that comment as offensive but it was true. Michael liked sticking his nose in everyone's business; he desperately wanted to fit in with the in crowd. We all knew that wasn't possible; I didn't even fit in with the in crowd. Well, I've become a lot more popular per say, but I was still the same nerdy Cameron.

"Would you please tell me what happened?" I asked hopefully.

He focused his gaze on an old man watering his lawn. "No. Go away Cameron. I need to be alone."

"Patrick! Come on. You know I can't date Bianca if Kat doesn't date as well. That's still taken into effect. Why can't you two just get over your differences and make up!"

"Wrong. Kat's going to college halfway around the world. She says she can't manage a long distance relationship and I don't have enough money to keep in touch with her. I think it's the end of us Cam," Patrick answered softly, kicking a few rocks on the sidewalk.

I thought wrong. There was no way I could have known that Kat was going off to a college far away. After all, I never really knew much about the girls; sometimes that worried me too. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I let him know that I was here and willing to talk through all of his problems.

Patrick was perfect for Kat; well maybe not perfect but when people love each other so much, I wouldn't call it anything but perfect. Calmly, I told Patrick that we should head back towards the house and work through our problems with the girls.

I, myself, was highly impressed with how I had gotten through to Patrick. Usually, he didn't like to take advice from other people or make a compromise. He was pretty headstrong, well that's how I saw him anyway. But, deep down, I was worried about him. He had a lot to deal with, and he was loosing the one thing that meant the most to him in his life. I couldn't pity him though. Patrick would hate me for that; he just needed to sort out the situation he was currently in.

Hopefully, the situation wouldn't get more complicated. As we approached the Stratford's front door, I felt odd about what we were doing. Why were two guys like us trying to sort out this dilemma all on our own free will! At least we were proving a percentile of our species that all guys weren't scum and they really did care about their girlfriends and cry, even if I hate to admit it. Ringing the doorbell, I told Patrick that we'd get everything straightened out.

Hey, I could have lied and said that everything was okay, but I stood neutral and was dumbstruck to see their father standing at the door. He had a scowl on his face and I knew we were the last two people he wanted to see. After all, his daughter's sobs could probably have been heard from upstairs. I knew that it wasn't going to be easy to convince him, so I tried to remember my manner's and ask for permission to check on his daughter's.

"Um, Mr. Stratford, sir . . . Would it be possible for Patrick and I to check on Kat and Bianca? I mean I hate to see them cry because they think we won't be together forever or that we'll be too far apart from each other to keep in touch." I took a breath. Damn, I was rambling again, stupid habit! "I'm sorry, sir. I tend to get carried away."

We stood there in awkward silence, not daring to say a single word in fear of him slamming the door in our faces, which had probably crossed his mind a time or two. Finally, Patrick grew restless and did what I feared most. He pushed the door open.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stratford, but I need to check on Kat and I can't stand here all day while you think about letting us in or how to play a cruel joke on us." Shit, did he actually say that to Mr. Stratford? Uh oh. Nothing good could possibly come out of this, it was a proven fact. Anyway, I just stood in the doorway as Patrick ran up the stairs and a surprised Mr. Stratford stood at the door with his mouth wide open. "Excuse me, sir. Bianca needs to talk to me." Pushing past him, I quickly caught up with Patrick's case and I rammed into his back as he suddenly stopped.

"Shh!" Patrick warned. "I don't remember what room it was."

I scratched my head in embarrassment. There were a bunch of rooms on this floor and I couldn't even remember where Kat's room or Bianca's was. Maybe I was suffering from short term memory loss. As I looked around, I listened for them crying. Finally, I found them. "Come on," I whispered, walking towards the door and putting my ear to it. Immediately I heard Bianca's soothing voice calm down Kat as she cried; maybe I had underestimated how much she liked Patrick. Suddenly, I leaned against the door a little to close and I lost my balance. Anyone could have guessed what happened next. I banged into the door. If the girls knew we were spying them our cover was blown, so I quickly got to my feet and acted like I meant for it to be that loud.

The door swung open. "Cameron?" Bianca questioned. "Patrick? What are you guys doing up here? How did you get up here?"

"Long story. We just wanted to see if you two were okay," I murmured sweetly into her ear as I wrapped her into a huge. "Is Kat ok?"

Bianca's face suddenly turned stone cold. "No. Your friend over there said all the wrong things to her. Now, she keeps on going on about how she's going to stay here and live with our father for the rest of her lives." Bianca's voice got softer as she pulled me into her room. "Kat seems to think that Patrick just wants to dispose of her, and that's her reason for not going to college. She just doesn't have that same drive anymore. Cam, why was Patrick acting so pessimistic?"

"Bianca, sweetie, Patrick doesn't want to loose Kat, but he wants to break it off with her if she does go to college. He couldn't keep a long distance relationship; Kat would be forced to make all the phone calls and visits. As you may have noticed, Patrick is far from wealthy. He doesn't want to loose her, but there really aren't many options left; he wasn't about to tell Kat to stay here. She made that decision on her own," I stated smartly.

"Wow," she murmured. "I had no clue you were this intelligent."

I snorted. "What? Was I stupid before?"

"No. I guess it was all about that whole French tutor thing," she admitted, looking down at the ground. Then, out of the blue she asked an odd question. "Cam, would you lie down with me?"

Cute. This girl was so cute. I really couldn't resist her charm.

"Sure."

Patrick

I stood nervously at the doorway; what exactly was I supposed to say to her? Surely, Kat didn't want to talk to me after everything I had said to her. All in all, I was a complete dick. Why couldn't I just let her go do what she wanted? If I was even a good boyfriend, I'd let her go to the college of her dreams and be happy . . . but I was just so jealous! I wanted Kat to stay with me, not live in a dorm room with a bunch of males constantly around her. Why did I have to be so envious of her? Kat was a great girl; I had learned that when I first met her . . . but a part of me just can't let go of her.

"I'm sorry Kat," I whispered, fleeing down the steps and running out of their house. All I needed was to be alone until I could sort our issues out, but that was the hardest part. I didn't understand how we could have a decent life together with her being wealthy. Of course wealthy isn't everything, but I'm not the material her father wants. Giving up, I headed back towards me house and plopped down on my bed. It was time for me to think everything through and do what I needed to do. Popping in a video into the VCR, I situated myself on my bed and watched as the beginning to Halloween H20 came on. What could I say? I was in for a horror flick at the moment.

Soon, I started drifting in and out of sleep until I finally was out like a light.

Kat

Patrick had really hurt me when he said that we'd have to call it off if I went to college because I didn't know what to do anymore. But, college was the only future I had known. The best I could do was accept what Patrick had told me. I knew it would hurt to be so far away from the first person I had ever loved, but maybe distance would be for the best. We could date other people and see what road I turned on from there.

Sniffling and with tear stained eyes, I wandered out into the hall so that I could find where Bianca was . . . because she was a lot more quieter than usual. Opening her door, I smiled as I saw her and Cameron with their arms around each other. They were sleeping happily. I just wanted to be able to have that with Patrick. My sister always got what she wanted and I figured that maybe, just this once, that I'd have that opportunity.

As I was about to leave, I saw Cameron's eyes open. He smiled at me and I nodded at him. "Stay there." He shook his head. What in the world did he want. Suddenly, he unwrapped himself from Bianca and pushed me towards my room.

"We need to talk."

All I did was nod. I suppose he was right. Boy, did I ever hate saying that.

"So, what exactly is the problem with you and Patrick?" he asked softly.

"A lot of things. He thinks that I don't want to be with him and that I'm purposely trying to ditch him. But, I really like Patrick. Why can't he see that?" I asked, annoyed.

Cameron pulled me into a hug. "Kat, you know that Patrick hasn't had the most glorious life. Maybe it would be easier if you bribed your father into getting him into the same school as you."

"No Cameron. Patrick wouldn't want to go to this school. Why don't you just leave it alone?" I snapped, pushing him away from me.

"Because Patrick wants to stay with you. God, Kat, you really are stubborn. It's not like he's Joey Donner or something. He did so much for you two to be together and now you're ready to throw it all away. That's pathetic!" Cameron shouted.

Tears filled my eyes. "Patrick doesn't love me, Cam. If he did, he'd fight along with my father so that I don't go halfway across the world and instead, go to the same college my father went to when-"

"Wait . . . your father also doesn't want you to go across the world to college?"

"Yeah, so…" I trailed off.

"Well, never mind. I'm going to work my magic and we'll talk later. I completely forgot to call Michael once I got here. Excuse me."

I nodded.

Off in the hallway, I could hear him talking to Michael. Why was Cam friends with him? Michael tended to freak me out here and there. He was nerdy and a freak. Sure, maybe I shouldn't talk about someone like that, but I just couldn't stand that kid. But, I hated fighting with Patrick. It was just so indescribable . . . until I turned on my cd player and the lyrics to Adema's "Unstable" came on.

I wanted to know, who you really are/I needed the chance, to stitch up my scars/I'm closer to you, than I was in the start/Come dive right in, and tear me apart.

Wow, I thought. I was really feeling this music, well more of this song. I'm trapped and we can't get along/I thought that I was strong/We are so unstable/And then I'm strung up on your touch/But I won't give you up/We are so unstable.

Markey Chavez was right, I wouldn't give Patrick up. I wanted to learn, about the dark side of you/You bring me down, like a bottle of pills/I hate the way, that you make me feel/ keep coming back/ I never get healed.

So true, the way that Patrick made me feel today hurt, terribly. I wondered if staying with Patrick would continue to make me feel this way. I'm trapped and we can't get along/I thought that I was strong/We are so unstable/And then I'm strung up on your touch/But I won't give you up/We are so unstable.

As the chorus came on again, I found that I was crying. I didn't want to give him up. I realized then that I was in love with Patrick. You're so unstable/You're so unstable/We're so unstable/We're so unstable.

The chilling way that Markey said 'unstable' was starting to get to me. Would Patrick and I ever be able to get our relationship 'stable'? I'm trapped and we can't get along/I thought that I was strong/We are so unstable/And then I'm strung up on your touch/But I won't give you up/We are so unstable/I'm trapped and we can't get along/I thought that I was strong/We are so unstable/And then I'm strung up on your touch/But I won't give you up/We are so unstable.

As the chorus repeated twice, I found myself in tears. Why Patrick?!So unstable/I'm so unstable/So unstable/I'm so unstable.

As the sounds of the music faded away, I was now in hysterics. I wished I wasn't such a wreck. It was amazing how Adema seemed to have such a power over me. I knew this CD was going to be very close to me, that much was obvious.

Michael

I ran to my phone and picked it up. Finally, Cam was calling to tell me of the news.

"Hey Cam," I answered.

"Hey Michael. Things are really messed up here, but on the other hand, Bianca and I are getting along well. I don't think that now is the time to talk about us since I have to finish up my conversation with Kat and then get back to Bianca."

"Alright man. Just remember to give me the details."

"Sure thing." Cameron hung up the phone; I wouldn't admit to him that I was jealous he had beautiful Bianca Stratford. I mean, if Cameron had a chance with a girl like Bianca, then I surely had a chance with one of her friend's. But, wait . . . I couldn't let my jealousy towards Cameron ruin our friendship.

Why couldn't I just get the girl for once? It seemed all of the good guys had a girl except me. It wasn't fair. I tossed my phone against the wall and slammed my door closed. If they didn't care enough to tell me the details, then I couldn't wait for college.

Calming down, I knew that I had grown a huge attitude. I just wanted my only friend to spend time with me. I didn't see anything wrong with that. Maybe I could talk to Patrick or something; we're practically in the same boat.

Thinking it was a brilliant idea, I looked in the phone book for Patrick's number and dialed until I heard the familiar voice of Patrick. "Hello," he answered tiredly.

"Hey, Pat, it's me, Michael. Do you want to hit a club tonight?" I suggested. Silence. Maybe Patrick didn't remember me. After all, not many people remembered me. I was the guy that was there, but not exactly there. Some days I was invisible, other days I'd get a "Move it buddy" from one of the jocks. I considered that progress, even though it was little.

"Pat?" I asked nervously. Maybe I had frightened him away. That definitely was not my intention.

"Sure, Michael. You're Cameron's friend, right?" he asked, apprehensively.

"Yep."

"Ok. We'll meet at my house then," Patrick concluded.

"Great. Bye."

"Bye." Once I hung up the phone, I groaned as I noticed how I had broken it. It was actually my parent's bedroom phone. Oops. It looked like I'd be explaining to them what had happened. I could always say "Misty" my dog, went crazy and knocked it sohard and it went sailing down the steps.

Ha. That was perfect. I was pretty positive they'd believe anything I said. After all, they thought I was sweet and innocent Michael. But, clubbing would be awesome tonight. I'd show Patrick a good time and maybe he'd give me some tips on getting the ladies. Then, possibly, I might get some sort of reputation in school other than being 'invisible boy'.

A/n: It's an early chapter, therefore, the next chapter may take a bit longer than the last. Also, thanks to the first five reviewers, I honestly wasn't expecting more than one review … but if you like, please continue to review and tell other's about this story. Thank you. –chocolatekisses13