Authors note: hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner, but I kinda forgot my fanfiction password...so yeah. Also, I know I'm not the bst author in the world, at all, so if you guys have ny useful tips, please let me know so I can improve...please? thanks! Sorry for the font change, this was done on my blackberry, so its pretty hard and confusing to try and change-same goes for plling mistakes.I'm a good speller I swear! its just this phone...aghh! sorry!

"Nora, wake up Angel, we're here"

Patch's soft voice spoke into my ear as I opened my heavy eyes groggily.

Eyes not only heavy with sleep, but laden with makeup. I realised this as I reached up to rub my eyes of sleep, and Patch grabbed my hands and pulled them lightly back down.

"You'll smudge your eyes, Angel" he said, smirking slightly. Leaning in, he closed his eyes and kissed me lightly on the lips, once,twice. I opened mine, to find a pair of breathtakingly beautiful black iris' watching me, smouldering in the low light of the limousine.

"Are you feeling better Angel?" he murmured against my lips.

Now I thought about it, the pounding in my head had receded, along with the crippling pain in my stomach.

"Mm-hm"I mumbled into his mouth as his hand crept its way up into my smooth up-do.

He kissed me slowly, his tongue tantalisingly smooth, damp, and his lips buttery soft as they moved against mine. I felt my heart beating a hundred miles a minute as his hand walked down my collar bone and tiptoed around the top of my dress. My skin flushed with heat as his mouth moved to my neck, trailing kisses down my shoulder, and tracing the path his hand had taken.

His fingers hooked into the top of my dress and pulled needily, and just as I gasped his name, the door was flung open and cold air rushed into the cab.

We jumped apart, and I yelped in shock, as the Driver stood, a grim smile on his face, with his arms spread out wide.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived"he said, his sarcasm so thick it was almost tangible.

Patch groaned in obvious frustration, then turned to glance at me.

We shared a heated look as he reached over and took my hand, bumping the Limousine driver in the shoulder as we passed.

I took the time to take in my surroundings. We had arrived at a fancy looking hotel on the outskirts of Coldwater, and it was adorned with glittering lights, and loud banners, smothered in glitter;huge letters spelt out the words "COLDWATER HIGHSCHOOL HOMECOMING"

I sighed and shook my head.

I wished I was anywhere else but here, in this stupid dress, and my ridiculously high heels that were giving me more and more blisters by the second. I wished I could just be alone, with Patch.

He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, eyes that were sparkling mischievously in the bright lights on the walls.

His mouth set in a grim line and frown lines creased his perfect face as he drank in the setting, and I had to bite back a giggle as his eyes widened with animated horror.

Music pounded through speakers somewhere inside the hotel, and we headed towards the noise.

As we entered the labyrinth of corridors that were covered in shimmery gold wallpaper, I recognised and smiled at a couple of kids I new from school. Everybody looked like royalty, and I was sure I paled in comparison to nearly everyone here tonight.

I hated Marcie more than I ever had in my life right now, I was going to be humiliated in front of the whole school...

I was certain of it!

As we approached the doors to the Hall where the dance would be held, the music became almost deafening, especially with my heightened hearing. Wincing slightly, I moved back the thick heavy curtains that covered the doors and peeped inside.

I could see people dancing in the 'Grand Hall', with the tacky colourful disco lights bouncing around the room

Rhythmic ally.

Wistfully, I looked back in the vague direction of the exit, as Patch pulled me tightly to him and kissed my temple lovingly.

"We won't stay long, Nora, I promise you" he murmured into the curls behind my ear.

I sighed and reached for the smooth cold handle of the glass doors, but Patch beat me too it, and swung open them open, the perfect gentlemen.

Smiling as he winked at me,I whisked past him, and found myself on the edge of a crowded dance floor.

An 'all you can eat' buffet was situated in a corner of the room, and was surrounded by a crowd of desperate guys filling cup after cup of punch to take back to their dates.

I dragged Patch over to the food, hoping filling my stomach to the brim would cure my unsettled stomach. Stacking up chicken wings and cocktail sausages onto my flimsy paper plate, I watched Patch pick fussily at the one Barbecue rib on his plate.

He looked up at me.

"What?"

I chuckled and shook my head lightly.

"You eat like a girl"

I said, while trying to pick at my chicken wing as daintily and ladylike as possible.

Patch rolled his eyes at me,opened his mouth wide, showing gleaming white teeth and took a big, macho bite out of his rib, smearing the sauce all over his lips. I set my plate down, grabbed a napkin from the table and reached over to dab at his lips.

When I tried to pull away, he grasped my hand and pulled me into his arms, holding me close to his body.

His warmth was comforting, and he felt solid and steady as I listened to his heart beat, strong and loud, through his chest.

I sighed blissfully, and put my chin on his shoulder, and closed my eyes.

Vee wasn't here tonight, she was cramming for her tests next Monday-and if I wasn't here, I most probably would have been studying with her too.

I felt kind of naked in a sense, without Vee here. I was so used to doing nearly everything with her, it felt strange being without. Of course, over the last couple of months, I had been forced to become more independent, but gladly, I'd always had Patch to lean on when things got tough.

Speaking of Patch, he was still stood still, with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder, his breath warm again my neck.

I guessed we might aswell move onto the dance floor, instead of blocking the path to the cocktail sausages.

Patch, seemingly sharing the same thought, pulled away slightly and rested his forehead against mine.

He whispered softly, blowing the few stray curls around my face

"Shall we dance?"