PART II

It was about eleven o clock in the morning when we returned back to my original house. I was very intrigued again as I heard more music being played. I swiftly jumped out the car and ran to my porch to see the actual raincoats singing on my doorstep. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

Here I was standing in my pyjamas at eleven o clock with the Raincoats singing for me. Patrick suddenly emerged and now I realised why he was wearing the band T-shirt. I swear his sleeves must be about 10 inches thick with the amount of tricks he had up them. There in front of me was a bass, a drum set and a tambourine all used by the band members. Patrick sat next to me and listened to the music with me but not with as much enthusiasm.

Halfway through the set he whispered to me.

"Get your vocal chords warmed up because you're up next."

"WHAT!" I practically broke his ear drums.

Abruptly the music stopped and all eyes were one me. I felt like such a retard.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell like that. Carry on guys."

"No worries." The lead singer said. "Look why don't you come on up here and join us?"

I really hated Patrick right now.

"No, I couldn't. I mean I'm not as talented as you and I really couldn't impose.."

I drifted on making excuses whilst slowly yet assuredly the gravitational force was yielding me in.

"But I'm in my pyjamas!"

Patrick took out an old video recorder and taped my whole performance with the band. I felt so insecure, a feeling that rarely associates itself with me.

As we finished, the band signed all the instruments and left whilst I was still recovering from my hideous performance.

"Well, that was quite a show." He was really smug with himself and I was not having it.

"How dare you do this to me Patrick? After everything we've been through you decide to embarrass me in front of my role models. How could you do this to me?"

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes. He had that look in his eye when he was trying to think of something to say. His mouth would gape open and he would always be inclined to have a cigarette to distract his mouth.

"Well, I was trying to do something nice for you. Excuse me for trying to be a good boyfriend and pull some strings. You're so ungrateful because you have everything you could…"

"Patrick." I interrupted.

"What!?"

"GOTCHA'!"

I was in hysterics. I know I'm not the funniest person on the planet but in my head I had to admit that this was pretty funny. The defensiveness about him was priceless. I adored him when he was angry; his muscles would flair up he'd touch his hair a lot. Very seductive indeed.

"Ha ha. Very funny" he said. Not finding it very funny at all.

He stood up walked over to me instinctively reaching for my hair. He twiddled with it and looked at me with a blank expression.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"About everything. How naïve I've been and wasted my time playing games. How much I really do love you and nothing I do could ever measure up or even prove that. The fact that when you go, my life will seem so pointless. And at this point, I wish that I was doctor and cure what you have."

I looked at him as tears began to form. I had been crying a lot lately and I was tired of it.

"Well, if you paid attention in school, you could do just that" trying to lighten the conversation.

"Where is it? The tumour I mean." His voice began to croak.

"It's on my heart. And it's spreading."

"Your heart, huh. Of all the places" He began to smile. "I guess I'm not the only thing on that muscle."

I mock punch him in the arm and lead him to my bedroom.

In my room we held hands as we did the night before and layed on my bed. We didn't say anything and just enjoyed the moment.

When my clock read 11:55 Patrick got up slowly and pulled me with him. He was kneeling on my bed in front of me whilst my legs were crossed. His eyes entirely focussed on mine as his body leaned towards mine. I felt his right arm grasp a tussle of my hair, whilst his left hand was stroking my arm; without any though my hands went straight to his head.

His hair was tangled in my fingers as his lips were pushing and contracting with mine. I felt his torso push against mine as we were slowly moving down towards the bed. His hand that was on my arm moved towards my face as my right arm went down towards his arm. Like we were copying each other. His lips started to move away from mine as and started to move towards my neck. My hands travelled to his neck to pull him back towards my face. He moved in adjacency to my hands and gave me one last final kiss.

"Goodbye Mrs. Verona." He said smiling as he left the room.

I looked at my clock and it read 12:20. Wow. Whenever I'm with Pat I end up losing track of time. I need to control myself.

That night I went to sleep with happy thoughts and loud music in my head. For once I wasn't scared to be connected with happiness and bliss.