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Patrick POV
I don't want to admit it, but I love it when she finishes my sentences. It's so cute that she can do it. It's creepy when I do. Half the time I don't know what she's thinking and suddenly were so in sync. That's probably because it's so obvious she thinks she hasn't done anything wrong.
She hasn't but still, why won't she just tell me. I'd rather it have been a one night stand, I don't like the though of her in another relationship. I HATE that the guy has been closer to her than I have, and probably will be for a long time.
"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen you think this long before." She says with a moth full of hash browns.
"There's usually no need." I reply
"Yeah, you know, other than school, people, LIFE." She said rolling her eyes. God I love her in those PJ's. I think if I make one more comment on them I'll be pushing it. Then again, when did I start thinking before I speak?
"You know you would have been a big hit if you wore those PJ's to the school the night of the bush fire."
"Is there some reason you've been obsessing over me in these?" She says pulling at her collar.
"I think it's either the fact that you're so damn cute in them, or that you actually own a pair of those girly boxers."
"One, I thought you didn't think? Two, they're not mine, they're Melanie's. Three," She says with a big grin on her face, "Did you just call me cute? I've heard many indiscreet compliments but never CUTE. Since when did you get so soft Mr. Cannibal?"
"I'm not soft," I growl, "you're usually covered in band tees and skinny jeans; I apologize for not being able to ignore you in boxers with hula girls. Sue me."
"You know what, let me get my cell, I'm gonna go call my lawyer." She says getting up and heading towards her purse.
I go after her and put my arms around her waste, stopping her cold, then sneak my face into the crook of her neck.
"You would have a lawyer, if I get convincted, what's my sentence?"
"An eternity of community service, that way I can keep stabbing you in the foot with those sticks."
"So you would give up your own life to do community service with me, I'm touched." I say turning her around facing me, my arms are still around her waist and her hands are against my chest like they would if she was pushing me away, but she's not.
"How about I be the naughty convict and you be the judge," I say smiling down at her.
"Only if I can hit you with the hammer the judge's use. What are those things called?"
"Who cares," and I kiss her.
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