Day 2

The daylight dawned into my bedroom and its rays happened to land on my bedroom table filled with pictures of Patrick. It's funny when life gives you a deadline you end up doing all the things you said you'd do when you were older. It seemed really early in the morning and was awfully quiet. My father was probably dealing with an emergency at the hospital and Bianca seemed to spend every aching moment with Cameron. They were inseparable. It got so bad that my father had to put them in isolation for one month; little did he know that when they were released their affections grew even stronger. It used to sicken me, their love for each other. It's only now I know how she felt. It's as if your whole body wants to be connected with your desired and anything that tries to get in your way it's just a waste of time. I've always loved Patrick, even in my denial stages and it's only now I'm truly appreciating how much our love is worth.

Wiping the matter from my eyes, my ears tune into something going on outside. I hear a song playing but wasn't quite sure as to what it was. I lazily drag myself out of bed and fumble with the latch on my window. With much effort I manage to open it to find Patrick playing our song on full blast whilst surrounded by instruments. I can't make out his features but of course his hair is enough to make me week at the knees.

I run downstairs not caring as to what state I am in. That's another beautiful thing about being in a relation. You can think the utmost worst of yourself and yet that one special person still thinks that the world revolves around you. I loved the feeling I got when he complimented me at times where I felt like crap. This was very often. Sometimes, he wouldn't even say anything. He'd just hold my hand and look into my eyes as if he was hypnotising me. It felt like magic to have this silent connection with someone.

My chest started to wheeze after my jog down the stairs. I had to take it easy from now on. I slowed down when I let the sun hit my face. The warmth reminded me of the happy times and how it comforted me. I walked over to the car as he jumped down from the roof. He had a The Raincoats T-shirt on. He hated them so much but I remember when I was at a concert and he pretended to like them in order to have a common ground. With his T-shirt he wore his combat trousers and his combat boots with the army badges sown onto them. I loved his fashion sense. So unique and he didn't even have to try, he just was.

"Cute pj's. What a way to get a guy's attention"

I loved when he quoted old sayings to me. It reiterated the fact that we had always had something.

"My mission in life." I replied. I slowly moved towards the speaker and felt the vibrations run through me. The music always spoke to my soul. I opened his car door and sat in the passenger seat to get closer to music. Cinnamon took over my senses and before I knew it he was in the driver's seat staring at me intently with a crooked smile. He was up to something.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing. Whatever gave you the idea that something was up?"

"Maybe it's the fact that it's six in the morning and you have one of my favourite songs on full blast. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting in your car at six in the morning wearing my duck pyjamas."

"Well noticed. I forgot how intuitive you were. I like it." His crooked smile appeared again. It made me ripple on the inside.

He stuck his key in the ignition and proceeded to drive. I wanted to question him further bit didn't have the energy. I was just glad he was with me. Behind me I saw a drum set a bass guitar and a tambourine, wondering why they were in front of my house. I didn't care at that moment. I was happy. An emotion that always seem to dessert me when I needed that feeling the most.

He drove me right out of town clear across the country side. I had never seen this place before and it made my eyes swell up with salt water.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Patrick put his right arm around me. He said he always found that awkward because driving on the left side was new to him, though he'd lived in America for a really long time now.

"Nothing. It's just the fact that you're doing all of this for me. It makes me feel grateful that I have someone as special as you for a boyfriend. Even saying that word makes me quiver."

He just looked at me and smiled, a glisten in his eye appearing.

"Kat, I just want to do whatever makes you and I happy. I'm kinda' ashamed that it took this circumstance for me to do this but I wanna' make the most of it. Saying the world girlfriend also sends me chills. It's a great feeling though."

We just sat in silence as the journey went on, whilst in the background The Raincoats were playing. I was beginning to have enough of them but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

Within around thirty five minutes we arrived at this abandoned cove. It was camouflaged with trees and ever growing marsh. The driveway lead to a broken down cottage built of grey and brown stones surrounded by dead flowers.

I was beginning to think that the romance was gone.

Patrick left the car and fleeted around to my side in order to open the door.

"What are we doing here?" I asked when he opened the door.

"Well my' lady, you'll just have to wait."

"No seriously, this mustn't be one of your hideous tricks again, or I'll swear to God I'll"

"You'll what? Pummel me to death with blind hatred and quotes from chicks that can't play their instruments."

I couldn't help but smile. He always knew how to flip a bad situation on its head.

I gave in and let him lead me to the cottage; bearing in mind I was still wearing duck pyjamas and felt absolutely ridiculous. He walked behind me encouraging me not to be scared which in effect did actually scare me. When the trail ended at the door he took out a rusty gold key from his back pocket and proceeded to put it into the lock. As the door swung open with a loud creek, I stepped inside and was pleasantly surprised.

Inside was an open plan living room adjoined to a kitchen. The smell of maple wood and oak entered my system as my eyes scanned the soft bark before me. The furniture was very old, but that appealed to me in many ways. There was a small television set near towards the far corner next to a book of newspaper clippings. The kitchen had small rustic table with three chairs underneath it. Startlingly there was a refrigerator containing food next to it. The large window gave an atmospheric view of the woodland behind the cottage which gave the cottage more space and organic feel.

Across the hall there was a small bedroom filled with lace curtains and a double bed which managed to take up most of the space. Beside the bed was a white table carved with patterns of animals. Above the bed were old war time portraits of pin up girls (which I didn't approve of), and old advertisements of food products. A door leading from the bedroom was a tiny green bathroom. There was a small wooden toilet but looked as if it had been modified to fit the modern day toilet. There was a curved edge tin bath painted to fit in with the colour scheme. The basin had one tap and had a small cabinet placed beneath it.

My chest began to wheeze again and I decided to sit on the edge of the bath in order to catch my breath. Whilst I was trying to stabilise myself Patrick walked in with a bunch of freshly picked flowers wearing a sparkling grin on his face.

"So, what'd you think?"

"It's..wonderful…work of..art. Where'd you..find this place" I said in-between deep breaths.

"I've always known about this place. You see my great grandfather moved here when he was fighting in the war in order to help the American troops, and when he died. (he paused at that word) he passed it on to my grandfather to whom I had been very close with. He told me of this place back in Australia and he said I could have it if I ever needed it. I thought now would be the perfect time to use it as a place of relaxation. If ever you need to get away from home or me, you can come here and I won't object. I call this place 'The Kat's Whiskers'." He chuckled at his idea of a joke.

I was speechless. No one had ever done something as nice as this for me before. Apart from when my dad allowed me to have independence and go to Sarah Lawrence.

"Kat, please say something. It's scary. Sexy, but scary."

"Urgh, you sexist pig." My natural reflex to whenever he called me sexy. He was now laughing at me because he knew he had won my attention.

"I think it's beautiful even with the name. When did you have time to do all this?"

"When you were away at Sarah Lawrence. I had to keep myself occupied so that I wouldn't miss you as much. I also thought that it would be a nice surprise for when you came back; I just wasn't sure of the right time to tell you."

I walked over to him and hugged him in a tight embrace without a word. He hugged me back and ran his fingers through my hair. I think he had an obsession with it.

When we finally let go of each other we sheltered our gazes with one another as he slowly moved in to kiss me. I leant in but ducked my head at the last minute. I wasn't going to let him win again.

He had already got the better of me enough today.

He spun around and caught my hand and gave me the look again. His eyes penetrated me like two moons and his lips were eager as ever. I just smiled at him and turned away.

As we walked back to the car, I looked at the cottage and though about when I was little girl; when I dreamed about growing up and living in a large house with a husband and three children, all girls because at the time I thought boys where horrid. It was like all of a sudden I had grown up.