"What took you so long?" Pete asked as we climbed in the car.
"Sara had a lot of reminders." Patrick said rolling his eyes. obviously, his mood was no better.
Pete glanced at me from the rear view mirror, asking me with his eyes. I merely shrugged looking at Patrick waryly.
I placed my bag beside me then, sighed. this was long day. I wasn't getting better and the play's in 2 weeks. I just need to focus and stop staring at Romeo's face. That's right. I need to concentrate on breathing and reciting my lines especially after the kissing scenes.
"Claire? Claire!" Pete startled me away from my thoughts. "Hello?"
"I'm sorry what?" I asked stupidly.
"We're here." Pete said chuckling. I noticed the car was empty and both of them were out of the car with Pete opening the door for me.
I slowly got out of the car still slightly disoriented.
"We thought you were just waiting for one of us to be a gentleman and carry you out of the car." Pete said laughing. "Not gonna happen."
"..with Pete." Patrick added.
"Oh, please. You wouldn't be Mr. Dreamy yourself." Pete answered Patrick.
"True." Patrick said walking to the house. Pete and I followed.
We all walked in. The house was desserted. Patrick read a note which told him that his mom won't be home early, that she's with a friend's house.
"Cool.
No parents." Pete said throwing himself on the coach. "Party
time." He said looking at his watxh causing him to jump up.
"I
have to go." He said suddenly very excited grabbing his car
keys.
"But we just got here." I said. "What happened to 'party time'?" I suggested.
"I have an appointment. Plus, the house is gonna be adult free when I leave." He said heading to the door. "You kids have fun." He said before slamming the door behind him.
Yeah, but you're no considered as an adult." Patrick muttered causing me to laugh.
I sat beside Patrick on the coach and watched him as he positioned a guitar on his lap.
"You're working on a new song?" I asked watching him.
"Uh-huh." He nodded. "Wanna hear it?"
I nodded encouragingly.
He smiled, cleared his throat and began singing.
Where is your boy tonight I hope he is a gentleman, maybe he won't find out what I know,
He looked at me and smiled.
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
I smiled as he began struming his guitar.
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you. You need him, I could be him. I could be an accident but I'm trying that's more than I could say for him.
He stopped and looked up at me. "It's not quite done yet."
I stared at him still amazed at how good his voice is. "That was..amazing."
PATRICK
STUMP
I finished with a few good strums on my guitar and stared up at Claire. SHe looks so beautiful with her lips slightly parted, staring at me in awe.
"It's not quite done yet." I told her. She smiled slowly showing off her perfect teethe that complimented her amazing smile.
"That was," She struggled for words, "amazing."
I smiled looking at her lips. Claire has wonderful lips. Full, soft and warm. I've always like those lips ever since I met her in middle school. We were acquainted but never really got close. I had my own group of friends and she had her own. But I liked her since, but was afraid to tell her. I stutter a lot when I'm nervous and was afraid I'd turn her off. But I never really thaought that she wouldn't mind my stuttering, shy self. Yeah, I'm the boy who's had too many chances.
"Patrick." Claire suddenly said. I love it when she calls my name.
I looked up. She was smiling. I gave her a confused look. Suddenly, and to my surprise, she leaned in and gave ma a small kiss.I stopped breathing.
I licked my lips. Her lips on mine was becoming an addiction.
I couldn't contain myself, I needed more. I placed my guitar down on the floor and leaned in. She didn't move as I crashed my lips unto hers. She kissed me back.
Suddenly, I wasn't controlling my arms anymore, they wrapped themselves around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck. My heart raced with every stroke I did on her back. Her hand moved up, removed my cap, and stroked my hair.
My breathing was ragged making my head swirl. Adrenaline rushed under my skin. I din't know how long we were kissing, but I suddenly realized that I was on top of her.
She pulled away, panting, and smiled. I smiled back down at her a kissed her again. I just can't help it. Her lips looked so inviting. She didn't refuse. She kissed me back with as much passion as before.
After a few seconds, she pulled away again. I tried to lean in again, but this time she looked away, making my lips crash on her jawline. I pulled away looking at her confused on what to do. Did I go too far?
She looked back at me and laughed at my expression. I love her laugh, it made me smile.
"Patrick, I can't breathe." She said.
"Oh. Sorry." I said as I tried to to get off her but she pulled me back tightening her arms around me.
"From the kiss, I mean." She said. "But this," She continued tightening her arms around me more,"is okay."
I smiled widely at her. "You like this, huh?"
"Mmmhmm." She nodded smiling back. She looked too beautiful to be even real. The sun shone on her face throught the window.
"But you don't like the kissing?" I added a little fake hurt tone in my voice.
"Oh, I LOVE the kissing and curse the habit of breathing that stopped me from kissing you." She said lightly tapping my nose.
I smiled kissing her nose. "So you like this."
She nodded smiling and closing her eyes.
I kissed her cheek..
..her forehead..
..her ears..
..her jawline..
..her neck..
..her shoulder..
"Dammit Patrick, kiss me already." She said half laughingly. I chuckled at her impatience.
I looked at her, her eyes closed her lipe waiting.This girl lying here beneathe my is the perfect picture of my future. The girl I want to be with. The girl I wouldn't--couldn't-- live without. The girl I'm IN LOVE with.
And with that, I smiled a crashed my lips unto hers.