We got outside and I kept hitting the alarm on the car. Out of the 3 that he owns I didn't know which one he brought. I finally found which one it was and rolled my eyes. I really hate the H2 but it was whatever. I made a right into the alley and made it my goal to avoid Fullerton at all cost, after all, it was Sunday afternoon.

When I finally pulled into the Target parking lot I was quickly cut off by 2 guys in another truck. I quickly slammed on the breaks and Autumn shot me this look.

"Patrick will murder you." Autumn stated.

"Fucker came out of nowhere."

"Yea I know. I saw that. But Patrick would still kill you."

"Right?"

I was surprised when I found a spot as close to the door that I did. We tried to make this trip to 'The Mothership' as quickly as possible. I hate this Target, it is the worst, but they always have the best alcohol selection. I grabbed a shopping cart and realized I left my phone in the car. I gave Autumn the cart and ran back out. As soon as I was back in I thought I saw someone who looked very familiar.

"Sorry." I said with a smile as I bumped right behind him, "oh hey do I- oh nope. Never mind."

"Yea. Sorry." He responded.

His friend walked through another set of automatic doors and shoved his wallet in his back pocket. He had just left Guest Services after returning an HDMI cord.

"I fucking hate this Target." He said walking towards the front door.

"No, no, no...we have to go back in." The first guy stated.

"But why?"

"The one with the curly hair was driving Kaner's car."

"That was his car?!"

"Yes."

"So let's go."

The 2 guys followed closely behind the 2 girls who were going grocery shopping. One of the guys pulls out their cell phone and decided they had to make that call. If Patrick was seeing some new girl, why hasn't he told them? It was at this point that they wondered if Tazer knew. Well of course Jonathan knew. Only he would approve a new hook-up for the Kid.

"Where are you Patrick?" Bolly asked walking the behind 2 the girls in Target.

"In Lincoln Park."

"At Target?"

"No. Did that already."

"I saw your car..."

"Was it mine?"
*

"KRISTY! DO WE HAVE GREEN BEANS?!" Autumn yelled across the aisles.

"Autumn! Just grab them."

"BONERS?"

"Yes."

"In your mouth?"

"Yes. Boners in my mouth."

"Good. I still can't believe Patrick."

"I think he likes my face."

"It's an Ok face."

"I can't believe Jonathan last night."

"I can't believe he thought that it was ok to hit on you in front of Patrick."

"But I mean I guess."

"Jonathan is ridiculous."

"Yea I know. But those legs and that ass..."

"It's a nice ass."

"Like a goddamn moose."

"I'd hit that 7 days from Friday."

"Who wouldn't?"

"That's right…no one. No one would NOT hit that."

Autumn and I stood there laughing as we went up and down the aisles looking for food that we needed to fill the fridge.

*
"Where are you again?" Bolly questioned.

"In Lincoln Park at my friend's house."

Bolly hung up the phone and looked at Sharpie.

"I think Patrick isn't telling us something." Bolly pondered.

"Maybe he is with friends." Patrick stated grabbing a case of water and throwing it into the cart he had magically acquired.

"All his friends are us and in Buffalo..."

"And Nolan."
*

"Trollin Bolland jersey!" I said as I pointed it out to Autumn.

"Nice jersey!" Autumn yelled out.

The girl who was wearing the jersey looked at us strange and Autumn rolled her eyes.

"You know. Those things shouldn't just be worn as clothes..." Autumn stated, "such a dumb slut."

"I know right? There's not even a game today."

"Don't worry. Davy will use his powers for good and make her disappear."

"Hell yea!"

Bolly and Sharpie looked at each other and could not imagine what was going on. I ran back to get some milk, which was one of the reasons why we came to Target in the first place. I suddenly felt like I was being followed. I stopped in front of the milk case and he opened the cooler door for me.

"Hi." He said with a smile.

"Hello." I stated grabbing a bottle of milk from the back.

"I'm Patrick."

"Sharp? I know who you are."

"Have you seen Patrick?"

"Kane? He's tied to my bed frame."

"Sounds like something he would do."

"Ok. What do you want?"

"Nothing...you- you're Kristy?"

"I am. Are you not impressed?"

"Maybe more if we didn't meet like this."

"Like this? I still haven't met you yet."

"I mean- we just haven't gotten around to it. Don't want too many judgey hockey players around."

"Are you guys dating?"

"No."

"Are you his girlfriend?"

"Fuck no."

"Why not? You're cute enough."

"Glad you approve of me Sharpie. We're just friends though."

"That's it?"

"Yea. Met Papa Kaner and everything. He loves me."

"I think I knew that."

"May I leave now my Liege?"

"What?"

"Apparently I need permission to do things and I figured leaving and going back to my Roomie and shopping cart was one of them."

"I mean…I didn't mean-"

"I'll rip Buzz a new one when I see him, thanks."

I was standing there talking to Sharpie for longer than I thought I should have been. It was when Autumn finally came around the corner to get me that she saw who I was talking too. I shrugged my shoulders at her and she shook her head at him. But it just so happened that she brought Bolland with her. With this we both stroked our beards and stared at one another. This was just ridiculous now.

"Are we in trouble?" Autumn asked, "I mean, because, we don't even want Kane."

"I know right? If you guys are going to stalk us-" I started.

"No, not stalking, just cut you off in the parking lot."

"You're the a-hole."

"Sure."

"We have to get the car back. I told Buzz I'd be under 90 minutes. I'm a man of my word." I said with a slight chuckle.

"Right."
*

"Kane!" I yelled as we walked into the house.

"What?" Patrick asked popping out of the slight sleep he was in.

"If you don't trust me, say so. Just don't sick your minions on me." I said throwing his keys at his chest.

"What are you- oh." Patrick laughed and sat up.

"Yea. Bolland and Sharp live around there. And they have only my best interest at heart.
Sharp knew my name though."

"How does that make you feel?"

"All warm and cuddly on the inside."

"Kristy stop blowing Patrick and come help me!" Autumn yelled from the kitchen.

"By the way. You bought the groceries. Thanks." I said handing Patrick the $165 receipt and his credit card.

"Jesus. What did you buy?" Patrick asked.

"Meat is expensive son." Autumn added.

"I bet."

Patrick decided he wanted to hang around our place all day and not do anything. I liked not
doing anything. I liked just sitting there in his arms reading a book. Friends sit like this and just chill right? I mean Patrick didn't try anything he stayed in his phone and would occasionally show me a message from someone. This was just weird.

"Ok. I am leaving. I have to go meet Stally and Hammer for dinner." Patrick said getting up and I just fell backwards.

"Have a good one." I stated walking him to the door.

"I will. Later."

I know Patrick and I concluded that we would be 'just friends' and it was working out so well
so far. I was closer and closer to having him hook me with the proper Right Wing that I wanted. But it was Tuesday and I knew what was coming. Also it had been a while since I've hooked up with Patrick and wondered if he'll give me the time of day.

Patrick was mid-stroke when his phone rang The Emperor's Theme from Star Wars. He was semi pleasing some girl and it didn't bother him to answer his phone while he was in her. Especially with this ringtone, he always answered this one. He knew who it was it was the only person who had that ringtone. He put his hand between the Bitch's shoulder blades and pushed the 'Bitch' forward just enough to grab his iPhone off of the nightstand, or was it on the floor in his pocket...why was it in her bra?

"Kris?" Patrick asked accidentally dropping his phone and touching the speaker.

"Yea. Yes or no. Are you balls deep in some Bitch?" I demanded.

Patrick grabbed his phone and simply answered 'Yes.'

"I'm not a Bitch." The girl under him stated.

"Shhhh." Patrick stated.

"Well I need you to bust that pre-pubescent watery nut, shower, kick that Bitch out and change your sheets. In whatever order you wanna do that in. You have an hour." I said hanging up the phone.

"Who was that?" The girl under him demanded.

"Someone who is a better person than you." Patrick slipped out.

"What?"

"Nothing."

When I showed up at Patrick's door the house cleaner was walking out the door and so was the girl with her shoes in her hand and a serious case of bed head. She was bitching about why she had to leave and dropped her phone. I quickly caught it and she gave me this look. Her eyes got really wide and she reached out for her phone.

"Oh. No, no, no darling. Bad times." I said as I quickly went to her pictures and started to delete.

"Get out of there!" She yelled.

I pushed Patrick into the apartment and closed the door in her face. She started to bang on the door and in the next 30 seconds I had all of the incriminating evidence off of her phone. I showed Patrick the last picture and shook his head. I don't know why he thought it would be Ok to pose for anything at all. Her banging stopped when I opened the door and handed her back her phone.

"There ya go. Nothing to incriminate Curly Sue back there." I taunted with a smile.

"Not fair."

"Life's not fair señorita."

This girl wasn't Patrick's usual kill. This one was tiny, looked like some sort of Hispanic or Greek girl. She had this dark chocolate hair that I would guess was just curly all day long. She had these blue eyes that no one would ever forget. Her hips perfect for child bearing and she had this little pot belly that made me roll my eyes. God damn it and that nice rack. This was probably the first, last and only time I'd felt inferior to someone Patrick had fucked. I was sort of upset that this one had to go.

I wasn't quite sure how she made her way back into the Condo but she was crafty. She grabbed her tank, turned around, put it on and pulled her shirt over her head. That was when she fixed the belt on her jeans and stood about 4 inches under me. What's with these guys liking little bitches?

"A brunette Patrick." I acknowledged walking around her, as if she was prey, "Proud of you. She's pretty."

"Who are you?" Pretty Brunette demanded.

"I work for Patrick." I confirmed sniffing, rubbing my nose, it was so cold in here.

"Does he sleep with you too and tell you everything you want to hear?" Pretty Brunette inquired.

"No sweetie. I know better." I continued walking around her, "I know that everything that comes out of his whore lips are lies. And if I were you…I'd hope you also would have known that."

"You let her talk about you like that?" Pretty Brunette demanded.

Patrick shrugged his shoulders as his eyes didn't leave my rack. He downed a purple G2 and adjusted his London Knights grey Sweatpants. Those made me laugh as I wondered how old they were. The brunette watched the way Patrick acted around me for those 5 minutes and made her way out the door. I tilted my head at her and slammed Patrick's door. It was only seconds after the door closed that Patrick was pawing at me.

My lips hit his and I knew he had just brushed his teeth. His hair was wet and his body slightly damp from maybe the 5 minutes shower he had just taken, while I was on my way and he was trying to get her to leave. Why I stayed so long in the kitchen was a bad, bad move. He pushed me into the island and undid the buttons to my pants. His hands were so cold but they always were when he put his hands on me.

Patrick had his hands on my hips pushing my underwear down with my pants and I couldn't help but to stare him down.

After that encounter, that felt like forever ago, in the truck and me handling his dad fantastically Patrick started to get a little closer to me. I tried to keep this thing plutonic and really just keep it about sex and/or friendship but more and more I feel as if he's trying to make love to me, make me his girlfriend. I don't want that, he wouldn't know what to do with someone like me.

Patrick was a little taller than me, shorter than the guys I usually go for but it worked. My shirt came off and his erection was always very impressive. I tried to pull his pants down and with his kiss he sunk his fingers deeper into my hips. In one movement he put me the island and kissed me from my O.P.I Pink Friday toes to my inner thighs. I knew what he was doing but all I could think was that I'm going to have to remember to wipe down this counter. I put my foot in his chest and he looked up at me with this head cocked to the side.

"If you get to 'Z' Sir Kane, you're doing it wrong." I threatened and my foot went behind his head pulled it closer to where I wanted his mouth.

"If I get to 'Z' Miss Bauer you can leave." Patrick whispered licking his lips and pulled my hips closer to the edge of the island.

"Good boy."

After dicking around on the counters and every surface he wanted to molest me on I walked backwards to his room and crooked my finger at him. He had this problem with 'not liking condoms' and I hated him for it. But I made sure he used one with me every time and all the time. I threw the condom at him and he had that face I hated. But he knew that was the only way I'd let him have his way with me.

I pushed him down on the bed and everything smelled so cleaned this time I wouldn't mind being face down in the sheets as we both fought for control. Patrick's body was on top of mine and he kissed every last inch of my neck. I rolled my eyes back in pure lust waiting to get penetrated. When that didn't happen I was thrown off. I had snapped out of my daze when I realized he was staring dead at me.

"I'm gonna make you purr." Patrick whispered.

"You can't do that. Only my boyfriend can." I reminded him.

"Right. The one you don't have. Because you're fucking me."

"Because I'm always fucking you Patrick."

"But if you were my girlfriend…"

"That would never work out."

"Why not?"

"Look at me Patrick…"

"You're gorgeous." Patrick said rubbing his face in his hair, inhaling me.

"Patrick…oh, don't touch me there-" I choked out as his danced across my stomach.

Purr that boy did. I didn't really think that he would put in any effort. It's usually a joint effort but I didn't have to do anything and I kind of felt bad about that.

I sat up, put my clothes on and left Patrick in his Sex Death. I know he hated when I just left him but I still sort of have this self-preservation about me. I can call him and sleep with him. I can also be summoned and kick girls out. What we have I feel is not healthy and someone will fall first. I just couldn't have it be me. But I already feel like it's going to be me. I was getting emotionally attached to Patrick and I was getting scared.