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Author's Notes: LOOK! This is a filler chapter, so it's relatively shorter then most of my other chapters. I debated for the better part of yesterday and today if I was going to post this because it's completely and utterly OOC and solves basically nothing, or is that everything? Well, it definitely gives insight to Patrick. Not much, like, next chapter would give more insight. That's so, neither, here nor there. BUT, anyway, it's very different then the rest of the story, which, I do have a tendency to do. I found this AMAZING quote that I want to write a one-shot about Pat/Kat. Depending on how that goes is when this story will be updated, so, possibly not until the weekend. We'll see. I really hope you enjoy this filler, it's a cute little thing, IMO, and all will be better explained in chapter 13. So, yes, please keep an open mind! Thank you, so much, for the reviews and alerts, seriously, you guys are keeping me above the water (Yay! A hundred reviews!)! Happy Readings!!

Oh, and P.S., there is no fooling you guys, let me tell you! R&R

"So who the hell is she?" Patrick stopped in his tracks, allowing the bouncy brunette to slam into him. "Ow!"

"Dia, shut up about the phone call already."

"I'm just asking! I mean, I can understand if it's one of your little bimbos." Patrick gave her a heated look. "OH! So it's not just some little bimbo. That's so cute."

"MOM!"

"What? What happened?" The raven haired woman stuck her head out from the kitchen, looking to the two who were standing in the living room.

"Please get this irritating little pixie off my back." He stuck out his tongue as Dia kicked him.

"Aunt Linda, tell your son to tell me about Kat?" Patrick spun around.

"How do you know her name?" Dia shrugged, moving around him.

"I snuck a quick peak at your phone." Linda let out a frustrated sigh as the sounds of running feet screeched across her usually quiet house.

"Wow, if it was just me listening to you two, rather then watching you two, I would think you were six rather then eighteen and twenty!"

Neither young adult cared as Dia ran through the kitchen with Patrick hot on her heels. Linda sighed, placing her hand over her forehead. As the next sound of squealing erupted across her ears, she stuck her hand out, grabbing her only son by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stop and brace himself against the counter.

"We talked about that!" Patrick glared at his mother, rubbing his neck where his shirt had choked him.

"And when you finally act like an eighteen year old, instead of a spoiled seven year old, I'll stop doing it." There was a sing-song quality to her tone. "You're not at school, you can't scare me. Which, by the way, your principle called, seems that you've been sick quite a bit the last week of school."

Patrick opened his mouth, but it was Dia who replied to her aunt. "He's helping out with the ranch, I mean, that has to get him off a little bit."

Linda looked at her niece and then her son. "Patrick, I don't know what I am going to do with you." She had a murky look to her face. "Now, what is going on with you two?"

"Seems you're baby boy here has a little girlfriend. Who he's been ignoring all weekend."

Linda lifted her head from the stove, glaring over at Patrick who was glaring over to his cousin.

"It's that girl, the one you were pissed off with like, two months ago, but went to that band show and then took her to the dance. The one who was stalking you." He hung his head as Dia laughed.

"That's so cute!"

"She was not stalking me." He shook his head. "She may have very well been stalking me, I don't know."

"I didn't know you were dating her." Linda's voice dropped, her smile lightening up her face. "That's so--"

"Don't. I swear I'll move in with dad." His mother smiled and nodded her head, as he turned to walk up to his stairs. His mother let out a 'cute!', causing him to drop his head backwards, his shoes hitting the stairs more violently then he meant too.

He got to the landing, turning and disappearing into his room. Just as he shut the door, it reopened, Dia waltzing in.

"So, Kat, huh?"

"Dia, fuck off." He flopped on to his bed with a magazine in his hand.

"Wow, you're such a gentleman, she must swoon at the very sight of you." She made a face and walked over to the window, sitting on the edge.

"For your information, she actually gets very bitter and a little violent at the sight of me." Patrick lips turned up into a small smile.

"Aw! You really like her!" Dia smiled, and then did a one-eighty, throwing a pillow at his head. She nailed him. "Why are you being such a jerk then?!"

"Ow! Seriously?" He prized his most heated glare on his face, throwing the pillow back at her. She moved to the left, the pillow missing her by mere centimeters.

"I'm just saying that when you really like a girl you don't ignore them." Dia leaned against the wall. "You cherish them and support them and-- AH!"

Patrick jumped up as Dia fell to the ground. He rushed over to the window and opened it, pulling Kat in at record speed.

"Jesus Christ! Why would anyone go through the trouble of climbing to a second story window?!" Kat stood, taking in deep breaths. "It's like a death trap." She pointed to the still open window. "Is my window that horrible?"

"Um," Patrick gave her a look. "No. Are you high?"

"No, I am not high." Kat took a large step towards him, hitting him, flat handed, directly in his chest. "How dare you act like a moron!"

"Kat, slow down!" He grabbed her by her upper arms, to calm her as well as to keep a good lock on her upper body strength.

"Wow, she is a keeper." Both Patrick and Kat turned their heads to the brown haired, pixie like girl.

"Oh my god! She's in your room! The room I was in on Friday! You scumbag!" Kat tried to get another hit in, only to be turned and pulled into Patrick's chest.

"Kat! Stop it! You psycho!" Kat instantly shut down in his arms.

"I am not crazy!"

"Of course you aren't!" Dia gave her a large smile. "My name is Dia Verona. Patrick's cousin. I'm here visiting my father."

Kat's face morphed from disgruntled to overly lost. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Dia. Verona. Patrick's cousin." She nodded her head. "You don't know who I am because my cousin is a jackass who thinks he can get through life by being himself."

Patrick let go of Kat, his hand moving to cover his face. Kat stood, staring at the girl who was a full inch shorter then her, still wearing her clothes from earlier that afternoon.

On the one hand she felt like a complete and utter moron, on the other hand, she didn't feel as much shame as she should about being a complete and utter moron.

"Ok, well, I'll be downstairs, helping Aunt Linda." She gave a little wave, with her perfect French nails, and shot them both a small smile, slipping out of the room.

Patrick stood, his hand still over his face, as Kat stood, not even a foot from him, her face with a deepening blush.

"That was horribly embarrassing. And yet, very informative." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "How mad are you?"

Patrick's hand had dropped, his arms folding over his chest. He shook his head. "I told you, I like it when you're jealous."

Kat nodded her head. "I should kill you."

"For my cousin, as well as one of my best friends, being in my room?"

"For not telling me." Kat gently pushed him walking over to his bed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, I," he sighed and went to lean near his desk. "She came in Saturday morning, I didn't know she was coming until my mom forced me to go to the airport and pick her up. The first thing we had to do was go to the mall. I was going to text you back, I was, but Dia," he sighed and threw his arms up. "You have a sister, so you understand how the whole mockery of each other works, right?" Kat nodded, trying to make sense of his words. "Dia is like my sister, I would love to say older, but most of the time we're both too busy acting like we're ten. The mockery between us could easily rival and beat anything between you and your sister."

Kat sat on his bed in silence, her eyes focusing over him. She straightened herself up, closed her eyes, and held up her hand.

"You didn't call me or text me back because your cousin would make fun of you?" She opened her eyes slightly. "You know, I'm sure, how stupid that sounds, right?"

"I really do." He moved to sit in front of her. "I am not this guy Kat. I'm not going to admit I was an asshole."

"OH, BUT YOU ARE!" Both teens turned towards the door and the muffled shout from behind it. Patrick rolled his eyes.

"You two are really close, aren't you?" Patrick brought his hand over his face again. Kat could see the blush erupting across his cheeks. It would have been the cutest thing if she wasn't so pissed at him.

"She basically lived in my house up until the beginning of last semester when she went to NYU. I use to follow her on her dates and she use to walk the girls to the bus stop after our little, trysts, if you'd call them that. She was there when my dad left and I was there when her mom died."

Kat stared at him, sighing in a very, over-dramatic, Bianca fashion. "I'm still mad at you for not calling me back."

"And I feel like an utter jackass after this entire ordeal." He smiled. "A little bit because of what I did and because I am seriously, not this guy."

"THAT MEANS SHE'S THE ONE!" Kat stared at the door as Patrick leaned across her, grabbed some random object, and threw it, full force, at the door. She watched as the door moved from the force of the object, trying to hide the smirk as an indignant, muffled 'ow' sounded from the other side.

"That was special." Kat stated, her tone dry.

"Which is why I didn't want you to come here in the daylight." He mumbled, a sour look on his face.

Kat rolled her eyes, her arms folding across her chest. As she debated exactly what to say to him the door opened. Her arms instantly dropped as Linda Verona stepped across the threshold.

"Hey, sweetie, dinner's done. And you must be Kat." Kat watched as the woman's smile not only lit up her face, but forced Kat to show her own smile. "You hungry? I made a ton of food. Chicken, pasta, veggie meatballs."

"You're a vegetarian?" There was a bit of admiration in Kat's tone.

"I dabble." Linda shrugged. "You in?"

"Uh, yeah, yes. Thank you. I just have to call my dad." Linda nodded her head.

"Then I guess I'll see you both down in five."

Patrick sighed as his mother walked out and the door clicked shut. He turned to look at Kat who had already pulled her phone out and began texting her father.

"I thought you were mad at me?"

"What better way to annoy you then sit down to a family dinner with your mother and the cousin you didn't want me to meet?" Kat stated, not even looking up from her phone.

"You're just going to make fun of me with my cousin?"

"I think she has spunk." Kat slide her phone shut and got up. "I think we can become biffs with the right motivation." A smile spread across her lips. "Making fun of you is obviously everyone's favorite past time."

Patrick watched as she opened the door and walked out. He turned to look back at his wall, put his hand over his face, and let out a very exasperated and irritated sigh.