A/n: I'm sorry some of you really don't like this all that much. This is merely my interpretation and my twisting of the characters. I guess I should have mentioned that they'd be different. I'm sorry. I just hope I still have any readers at this point in time.

Ten Things I Love About You
Chapter Four- so much it hurts

Cameron

Bianca called a few hours back, bawling her eyes out, saying that her father had kicked her out of the house. Of course, by instinct, I asked her why her father would even consider kicking her out. All I remembered was how much she blubbered and cried 'what am I going to do' over and over again. I knew she wanted to take solace in me, but what could I do?

She didn't find my answers at all acceptable. The conversation ended up going something like this:

"Bianca, I don't know what to tell you."

"Come on, Cameron. Can't you let me stay at your place for a while?"

That was the first thing that had crossed my mind, but my parents were the strict types, the ones that didn't put up with much of anything. They especially didn't approve of Bianca as my girlfriend. Constantly, I was reminded of how much better she was than me. It was the last thing I wanted to expose her to.

"Honey, I would, but my parents…"

There she goes, crying like I've just told her the worst thing in the world. What was she expecting? My parents wouldn't let her stay. My parents didn't even like me living in their damn house.

"You, you hate me. Don't you?" she continued to cry. "That's why you won't let me stay with you."

My patience was wearing thin, but she was the girl I really liked, and yelling at her didn't feel like the right thing to do. Instead, I took another deep breath, and told her what I could.

"Dear God. Bianca, I really like you. I could never hate you." I ran a hand through my untamed mop of hair. "I just can't let you stay at my house. You have to understand this…"

Apparently she didn't like to listen either. I was met with the dial tone ringing in my ear. My girlfriend had just hung up on me with no real reason. I suppose she was pissed… and I was feeling extremely guilty over the whole ordeal. Bianca and I had never fought during our relationship, and it was painful to know that it was because of my own doing that she was pissed off.

Rolling over in my bed, I called the only person I knew, the only person I could trust to help me fix things.

One ring.

Two ring.

Three ring.

Four ring.

"Hello."

I could barely recognize the voice as Michael. He sounded nothing like himself. His voice was going hoarse and his breathing was so fast that I thought he had been just working out prior to my phone call. That wasn't possible. Michael wasn't into the whole fitness/exercise thing.

"Michael, you sound like hell, man."

He mumbled a barely audible, "I know," and groaned in what I thought was agony.

"My fucking head," he whined.

The ideas that were floating around in my head were endless. Michael sounded like he was dying, and I didn't know if I should have been concerned, or if that was just how he answered the phone when he didn't feel so hot. I chose the latter.

"Hurts," he finished two minutes later.

I hadn't caught what he meant. "What hurts?" I asked, confused. The more I talked to him, the more we ended up going in circles- confusing each other even more.

"My fucking head," he started again, moaning as if he was dying.

"Did you hit it or something?" I asked. Still, I was left in the dark, trying to decipher what was wrong with my best friend. It was unlike him to hardly ever be sick. It was even more puzzling as I listened to him rant on about his night- and about a girl.

My eyes widened. Michael and a girl? The two just didn't click with my brain. Michael wasn't known to get the chicks- that was a recognized fact. He wasn't very smooth, and his palms were always sweaty around girls. I couldn't ever image Michael kissing or actually attempting to date a girl.

"My fucking head…" he started, "is pounding like a mother fucker."

I nearly dropped the phone, mostly shocked. "Michael?"

"Too much alcohol," he whispered.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Michael drinking? Michael inebriated?

"Honey, who are you talking to?" a voice in the background muttered. She sounded really slutty, and it took everything inside of me not to say anything. Michael was a proud Christian… until now.

"Sorry to bother you Michael." With that, I hung up the phone, and cursed God for being so cruel to me. I didn't even have my best friend to talk too! What was he trying to do? Make my life even more filled with misery? Shaking my head, I threw the phone onto the floor, and buried myself under a mass of pillows. I just needed a little nap. That was all...

Michael

My night had been incredible. For the first time in my life, I got drunk and laid all in the same night by a girl seven years older than me. She was super gentle with me being a virgin in all and she promised to keep me happy. I was drunk. Delirious. She was the woman of my dreams.

No one had ever made me feel so important- like I was worth shit, and it felt great.

But, when Cameron called, he seemed slightly disappointed- shocked that I of all people had spent my night, drunk, with someone. I shook my head, and looked over at Barbara, which was the woman's name.

"Honey, who are you talking to?" she asked in a deep, seductive smile.

I told her no one important, but he had already caught wind to the girl. "Sorry to bother you, Michael," he had snapped. Cameron was my best bud- the one who had always been there to help me through thick and thin. I couldn't understand why he was acting as if I had done the worst thing on the Earth. All I had done was get laid. What's so weird about that?

I shook my head and wrapped Barbara's tiny, frail body to mine. "Sweetheart lets just enjoy ourselves."

Kat

What the fuck was the matter with me?

I loved Patrick with every breath in my body, and I couldn't stand that I was losing him over my stupidity. It was as if I had split personalities, and I could never accept him for who he was. True, Patrick wasn't nearly as wealthy as I was, but I couldn't stand to be away from the first person that had made some sort of difference in my life.

Instead of throwing a conniption fit, I threw a pillow at my wall, and picked up the phone on the nightstand. I really wasn't sure if I could do it, but I'd try.

Ring.

Ring.

Maybe I should hang up…

Ring. "Yeah?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn't breathe. I had forgotten he didn't have caller ID. Biting my lip, I pulled the phone a few inches away from my ear and mumbled, "Patrick." My voice sounded so weak- desperate even.

What was I doing?

"Kat?"

He sounded shocked, surprised that I was calling him after our huge blowout.

"I'm sorry."

It was those two words that caused me to break down. "I'm stupid, Patrick. I made a mistake." There weren't enough words to possibly apologize to him for the way I had acted. I wanted our differences to be put aside, so we could have a relationship again, but I wasn't sure if I relationship was something I could handle.

As long as I had known Patrick, he was an amazing guy. He didn't always do the right thing at first, but the point was that he always managed to do the right thing in the end. Perhaps that's why I couldn't stay away from him, or maybe that's why I did.

Honestly, Patrick was too good for me.

It was hard to deal with.

"Kat, are you feeling okay?"

I laughed. Oh god. Of all things- I laughed at his question. Something had to be wrong with me.

"Kat?" he repeated.

My heart ached as I listened to him repeat my name over and over again. God knew that I needed Patrick in my life. I should have just hung up the phone, but I couldn't. Patrick was the part of me I could never get rid of.

"Patrick, I need you," I whimpered. "I care about you so much it hurts."

Bianca

Cameron was such a bastard. I hated him- I hated him for not helping me out, and finding me a place to stay. The first time I met him, I thought he was the dorkiest guy I had ever met in my life, but he faked knowing French to get to know me. That had to count for something, right?

Still, I couldn't pull myself away from the fact that daddy was kicking me out, leaving me nowhere to go. It seemed I'd have to go to plan c. Sighing, I started to pack my things, not worrying about my life anymore. From now on, I wasn't Bianca Stratford. I was nobody but a wandering soul- a vagabond. I no longer had Cameron. I no longer had anyone.

Does anyone even know how lonely it is?

After I finished packing up my bags, I left everyone a note, a note that I hoped would help make sense of things for my sister. I just couldn't leave her behind without an explanation. She deserved that much.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I left the note on my bed, and grabbed my 3 suitcases. This was it. I was gone.

Patrick

It was bizarre how everyone just happened to call me. It was as if I was the one to run to- the one that could fix everything. The sad truth about that- was that I wasn't this wonderful person that people made me out to be. I had flaws like any other human being had…

All I could hear in my bed was Kat crying, "Patrick, I need you." It was the final straw. I could no longer take the constant pressure that she put on me. Before I knew what I was doing, I hung up the phone, realizing that I couldn't possibly be the one thing Kat needed. The only thing I hoped was that I was doing the right thing by letting her go.

I had to be.

There weren't any other options. I would be left behind when she went off to college halfway around the world. It was something I had to accept, and I think it was finally starting to impact my life. I was growing up; I could finally put other people, first, before myself, and it felt incredibly great.

Biting my lower lip gently, I leaned against the headboard, feeling proud of myself for a moment.

"Kat, I'm so sorry," I had whispered before I closed my eyes, falling into a deep slumber.

A/n: I know. I know. It's a really, really short chapter considering my past updates. I just want to pull apart from having so many POV'S in this story- due to it being too hard to possibly keep up with all of them. So, right now we'll mostly have the Stratford family and Cameron in the upcoming chapters. I'm not sure how often the others will be included, but they won't be forgotten. I just can't write from their POVS all the time. It's too stressful.

In other news-I'm feeling quite inspired with this story. Therefore, I'm hoping for more frequent updates.

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