A/N: Hello again! Sorry for the delay got a lot of revising going on right now!

This chapter isn't that great I kind of ran out o ideas for the beach house thing so it's more of a filler for when they leave Florida and then good stuff will happen! :)

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Chapter 6

Teresa was out on the beach the next morning, sitting on the heated sand looking out at the sea. It was 8AM but the sun was still beaming down; she wore her white shorts with a navy vest top, her loose curls were blowing back as a slight breeze past her.

Everyone was still in bed; she was used to getting up early as she has to do most of the work round her house in the mornings. She'd left John in bed, sound asleep as she crept out of the room not wanting to wake him. She kept thinking she only had to wait until she got home then she wouldn't have to see him again, she could ignore him, ignore his calls. Would it be that easy? She doubted it; it just gave her piece of mind thinking it would be.

She wondered how her dad was and her brothers. She couldn't help but feel guilty leaving them with her father without even an explanation of where she was going or how long for. She'd forgotten to bring her phone because of the mad dash she had when retrieving her things from her house, she just hoped everything was okay, the boys could take care of themselves for a while and then she'd be back.

Hearing footsteps rustling the sand getting nearer, she turned her head to find Patrick approaching her. He was dressed in pastel green shorts that came to his knees and a plain black shirt on, his hair as messy as ever. She couldn't help look him up and down thinking he looked good and very attractive.

"Good morning" He started as he sat down next to her on the sand with 2 mugs in his hand, handing one of them to Teresa.

"Morning. Oh thank you" She smiled to him appreciatively; she'd already had one cup of coffee this morning, but was thinking of getting another one. It was a little surprise he brought her one out, but she found it considerate of him.

"I thought you might fancy one" He smiled at her, almost as if reading her thoughts.

"How d'you know I was here?" She asked suddenly realising he must have known where to find her as you can't see this far from the house.

"Well you're an early morning person, and you wasn't in the house…so I figured" Nodding his head from side to side as he explained each part of his theory.

"So you were looking for me?" She asked him smiling at him mischievously as she was only messing with him. She was however, slightly hoping to herself that he had been looking for her though, she enjoyed the time she spent with him, and he seemed to make her smile on her worst day.

"I might've been, is that a problem?" He asked grinning down at her, watching as her green emeralds lit up.

"Not that I can think of" She giggled back to him, taking a sip of her coffee afterwards, trying to cover the blush that crept onto her face. Watching her, his smile grew at the effect he had on her, she was like a drug and -as cheesy as it sounded- he couldn't get enough.

"Why do you like coming out here so much?" He asked her his curiosity getting the better of him, he couldn't help feel a little bad after her smile vanished somewhat and she started biting her lip, an action he decided she did when she was nervous.

"Well, when I was little we used to visit the beach a lot" She replied looking out over the sea memories cascading her thoughts.

"Before your mum died" He couldn't help himself, he wanted to know more, get her to finally open up to him and away from John, if that was possible with John lurking everywhere. Literally.

"Yeah, mum used to say the sound of the waves cleared her mind" She laughed a little at the thought and how much it felt true to her now. She loved being by the sea even if it wasn't in sunny Florida, she always felt relaxed and free. Taking a deep breath in and slowly out she turned Patrick and smiled at him warmly.

"Tell me something about you" She said to him, thinking that he always asked things about her, but she never knew anything about him.

"What would you like to know?" He didn't have a past he particularly wanted to tell her about right now, not knowing how she could react to that, but he wanted her to trust him and how else would she if he just closed up and didn't answer her.

"What's your…favourite colour?" She grinned at him as he raised his eye brows obviously expecting a different type of question. She turned toward him, giving him her full attention, crossing her legs, placing her elbows on each knee whilst holding her coffee in both hands.

"Hmm that would have to be… blue" Nodding to himself as he replied to her question. She grinned at him as he seemed to really think over his answer.

"What takeout do you prefer, Chinese or Indian?"

"Ooh that would have to be Chinese I think, and I'd order a simple chicken curry and rice" He explained making her laugh as he looked in to the sky as he spoke, like he was more thinking out loud to her.

"OK I'm surprised you're not obese, you really thought about that one" She laughed to herself as he looked down at her trying to be serious, but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

"OK then, my turn" He stated, whilst following her earlier actions of turning round to face her and crossing his legs. Both face to face now, mere inches apart, looking a little like school children with their legs crossed.

"What's your favourite animal?" He repeated her by asking more silly questions than the deeper ones he wanted to ask. Besides he could tell a lot from her favourite animal he decided.

"Um I like puppies a lot"

"Puppies?"

"Yeah they're cute and playful. Better than a lot of men I know" Raising her eye at him accusingly.

"Hey, I'm all for dogs if you like them. But obviously, they're not better than me" He said tilting his head at her smiling charmingly.

"Obviously" She replied raising her eye browns whilst shaking her head incredulously at him.

"Next question then. Any regrets?" He asked her wanting to dig a little deeper. She turned her head quizzically at him.

"Like what?"

"Well anything you may have done, that you now regret" She looked deep into his eye as she thought about the question. There were many things she regretted of course, a couple she didn't want to talk about, but she spoke honestly to him as she always did.

"Getting involved with John." She stated, staring intently into his eyes waiting for the reaction she didn't get. He looked at her, nodding as though he understood, it shocked her a little considering he was supposed to be one of John's closest friends, but it brought comfort with the fact that he seemed to understand her reasons.

"What about you, any regrets?" She returned the question, wanting to see how he reacted to it.

"Sometimes. I like to try not to regret things after I've done them. I regret however, not doing things I wanted to in the moment" He didn't lie to her completely, he did regret times he didn't react on instinct, but he did also regret things he had done massively wrong in the past.

"What do you mean?" She wanted to know these times he regretted not doing what he wanted. Why didn't he do it at the time?

"There are many times I wish I could just act on instinct" He said lightly, edging closer to Teresa. She could feel him edging forward making her heart begin to speed up.

"What times are they?" Her eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and quickly back again, her breath seemed to be caught in her throat.

"Right now I just want too-" He stopped as his lips descended on to hers on an experimental kiss as he seemed a little hesitant, just brushing them slightly. She wanted to give in, deepen the kiss, but something screamed that it was wrong, although it felt so right. She could just hear John's name ringing in her ears frightening her. She put her hand to his chest and pushed him away, looking up to see a slight frown on his features.

"I can't do this" She stated looking down at the sand, trying to sound as confident as possible, when all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him.

"Can't do what?"

"You know what" She said shaking her head incredulously at him.

"I know that you want to, but something stopped you" He said, using his finger to pull her head up to look into her eyes.

"You know why I can't do this Patrick" She pleaded with him looking deeply into his eyes.

"John?" He asked, but didn't need the answer. Shaking his head, smiling bitterly at the hold he had over her.

"Exactly. I'm with John, and if he ever knew…" She didn't finish what she was saying, knowing Patrick understood, thinking of the effect this would have if John ever found out.

"I like you Teresa, John will never stop that, and I know you like -"

"No… no, just stop OK. We're not doing this, so just stop." With that she shrugged off Patrick's hold, got up and went walking toward the house without another word, her heart beating furiously in her chest. She liked Patrick a lot, but know good could come of it, not where John was concerned.

Patrick just stayed sitting on the beach calming himself down, he could see she wanted him, that it took everything for her to pull away from that kiss. That kiss was just a taster and now he wanted more, he also knew that if John found out he would be dead before he knew it, that wouldn't stop him from wanting her though; he doubted much would at this moment.

Later that night they all sat out on the patio of the beach house having a barbeque. Dylan was cooking whilst the rest of them sat round the square glass table. This was going to be there last night there according to John, as there were urgent matters he needed to see to back at home. Teresa was happy at the news, she was starting to feel cooped up in the house and what with Patrick and John things were likely to get worse.

After the morning shenanigans Teresa had ignored Patrick as best as she could, not wanting to bring it up again. She could tell he knew what she was doing, but what other choice did she have? John sitting next her place his hand on her thigh and her skin felt as if it began to crawl, she couldn't stand being around him now after nights of being here.

"You're quiet babe" John turned to her looking down at her waiting for her answer expectantly.

"Just a little tired today"

"I get it" He smiled down at her, not a warm one more of a smirk, like it was his doing.

"You're not bothered about leaving early are you?"

"No of course not" She smiled at him, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"Good. When we get home tomorrow I got bits to do, but come stay tomorrow night. I'd like that" He said edging his face closer to hers.

"Eh sure" Whenever he said things like that it never felt a question to her, more of a demand. She placed her hand over his and forced a smile up at him before he placed his lips over hers for a second before parting again.

Patrick sat across the table from the pair of them. Looking a little angrily at the scene in front of him, to many people it would look as though they were a happy couple together, but Patrick could see through it. It pained him to see her forcing smiles and have to think of the right reply not ne she wanted to say.

"So Jane, you still seeing that girl? What's her name…Kristina?" John asked Patrick picking up the conversation.

"Eh not so much anymore kind of fizzled out" Fully aware of Teresa's eyes on him Patrick answered John.

"You were only sleeping with her though, that's what you use them all for right?" John began chuckling to himself as Patrick sat there staring across the table. Teresa's eyes sat firmly on Patrick's as this fact seemed to hurt her a little, it wasn't because she cared she told herself.

Dylan came over handing everyone there chosen meat and handing round the bowels of pasta and salads. Leaning over the table to lay them out seemed to bring both Patrick and Teresa out of a staring match they didn't realise they were having. Patrick didn't miss the hurt look in her eyes and it pained him that it was his fault.

Quickly eating his hot dog, salad and rice Patrick bid everyone a good night, wanting to get away from the scene in front of him right away and went to bed. He wasn't sure whether he'd had a good time here or not. The only thing he could think of right now was that he couldn't wait to get home.

A/N: Sorry if this isn't very good, hope I didn't let ya down! Promise it's only gonna get better from here hopefully :S

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