"You guys were awesome!" Sam screamed through the loud music. Fall Out Boy has just finished playing and now where at the so-calledair quotebackstage, which was really the kitchen.
"Yeah, you guys rocked!" I chimed in looking around for Patrick, but there was no sigh of him anywhere in the large kitchen.
"Yeah, we did." Pete said looking pleased with himself. I must admit, this guy's got confidence.
"Have any of you guys seen Patrick?" I asked them. They shook their heads except for Joe.
"Yeah, I think he went out." He said moving his head to the door's direction. I nodded and thanked him then went out the door.
It was dark, except for the lights coming out from the windows and from the moon. The porch lights weren't turned on. I saw a shadow move from and I turned surprised.
"Patrick?" I asked walking over beside the figure. I saw him move and nodded. "What are you doing here?" I asked standing beside him. Now I could see him clearly. The moon was bright today; he looked amazing under the moonlight.
"Just getting some fresh air." He said staring ahead. He turned to me and looked at me. "Just thinking about some things."
I turned away and looked at the moon. It was amazing, so blue, and so big. It was as if it could watch over everyone. I've always imagined my perfect moment under the moon and stars, in a meadow.
"What are you thinking about?" I softly asked.
"About," He hesitated. "A-about y-you." He said softer than my voice.
I turned back to him, surprised. "Me?"
"Yeah." He said nodding. I bit my lip. What could be more awkward than this moment right now? My heart was racing and I wasn't breathing.
I heard him sigh and almost felt him warm breath on my cheek. He looked away. "I did it again." He muttered.
"Did what?" I asked staring at my hands which were now shaking.
"I stuttered." He said. "I always stutter when I talk to you."
I don't know what happened, but I took his hand into mine and smiled up at him. His hands were cold just like how mine were. He looked at our hands, surprised, and then looked at me smiling.
Maybe it was something mutual. Maybe the few seconds of silence spoke for itself because the next thing I knew his arm was around my waist and my head rested on his shoulder. This is how I imagined it to be. Under the moonlit sky, there were no stars visible and we were not in a meadow, but who cares? This was perfect. "You know the song we played?" Patrick said suddenly. I nodded and he continued. "It was mostly about you."
I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me. I remembered the lyrics in my head. "But I don't have a boyfriend." I said stupidly.
He chuckled. "Mostly." He said looking at me intently.
It was cold now. Patrick felt me shiver. Maybe I wasn't just shivering form the cold. Maybe I was shivered because of how close I felt to Patrick's warm body.
"Are you cold?" He asked. "Do you want to go inside now?"
I shook my head. This was still too perfect to get away from. I felt his arm pull me closer to his body. The only thing I wanna do now is to put the world on pause so that we could stay this way until I decide I wanna press play again.
"Patrick," I started to say after a few moments.
"Hmm?"
"Well, out of curiosity, why are you so quiet all the time?" I asked mentally stabbing myself for asking a stupid question.
"Why are you?" He said pulling away to look at me with half a smile on his face. I blushed. I really shouldn't have asked the question.
I shrugged. He sighed and pulled me back again rocking back and forth. "I don't know. I'm not really quiet, but I get quiet around you." He said. "It's like you have this certain effect on me."
I held my breath. I had a certain effect on Patrick? What kind of effect?
"What kind of effect?" I asked quietly.
"I don't know." He replied. "Maybe it's because, I like you."
My heart stopped, my breathing stopped and my brain stopped. Patrick Stump just admitted to me that he likes me.
"Seriously?" My voice was barely a whisper.
I felt him nod. "Seriously."
Silence.
"Claire?" Patrick spoke breaking the short silence. I looked up at him. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that reminded me of how men were when they were about to kiss a woman. Just like in the movies.
Patrick leaned closer and I closed my eyes anticipating for the moment the spaces between us get closer. Then, there it was. His warm soft lips crashed unto mine.
He kissed me and before I could contain myself I kissed him back. I wasn't thinking nor breathing. My mind was racing, and so was my heart. The short moment of heaven felt like it was lasting forever.
This was my first kiss and it came from him, my Romeo, my Prince Charming, Patrick Stump.
He pulled away leaving me breathless. But not too far away, I could still feel his warm, uneven breath on my face.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that." He said softly as he pulled me into a hug.
I couldn't speak. I was so speechless and breathless from the kiss. My mind wasn't working properly and I had butterflies in my stomach. My heart didn't stop racing and I was sure he could hear and feel it on his chest.
There were no stars and no meadow but at least the moon was there. It was my perfect moment with my perfect man.