The next couple of days I spent reading and catching up with various TV shows I had missed during the time I had to move. The house was empty and for the first time in ages I actually felt the emptiness of the big house which quieter than the emptiness of our apartment back in Cali. My parents called each evening to check up on me and to tell me that they had a lot to catch up on because of missing some work when we were moving and wouldn't be returning until Sunday morning. This was fine with me seeing as the party Patrick had invited me to was in two days which was a Friday. I decided I wasn't really bothered to go out and buy any new clothes for the party because I already had a few nice dresses which I wouldn't mind wearing a few more times.

After a few more hours of watching TV I realised I was pretty hungry but wasn't bothered to walk to the grocery store. The one time they take the car they just forget to stock me up on food... This just ended up in me contemplating about calling my new friend Patrick so I could beg him to drive me to the food store. Of course, being the gentleman that he is, he politely agreed but only after I promised to cook some dinner for him. I didn't mind cooking dinner seeing as I had to cook for myself almost all the time as there was no one else to do it at home. Well, except the times my mom cooked which I would be able to count on one hand... I doubted that she'd be cooking for me any time soon due to our conversation last night. I don't think you'd even be able to call it a conversation because she didn't really seem to be listening to me at all...

*flashback*

"It's fine mom, stay as long as you need I'm fine, seriously, stop stressing so much or you'll get wrinkles and everyone knows how much you'd hate that" I joked.

"Honey I have every right to stress, you know how I'd hate for that night to replay." Obviously her humour wasn't great...

"Mom, I'm fine. The house is locked and on the weekend I'm going to a friend's party and I'll probably stay there so it's not like I'm alone for the whole week." I replied wanting her to finally understand the point I was trying to make. The pointless banter had been going on for about 5 minutes already but it felt like years listening to my mother tell me the same thing she told me every time she called.

"A party? Why would you be going to a party after your incident last time? Do you know how scared I was for you then? I hope to never go near a hospital again, I've spent enough time in that place to last a lifetime" she hissed forcing the blurry memories of that night.

"I'll be safe, mom, I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow, love ya." I sighed ending the conversation.

So yeah, that's basically how the conversation went on almost every night. I know my mom cares a lot but sometimes she needs to step down a notch and realise that I'm not a china doll, I'm not gonna corrupt with one touch. Anyway, enough complaining. I went upstairs to get dressed. Just as I was about to get out of the doorbell rang and I ran downstairs to open the door.

"Hello there." The voice of my only friend in this town brought a small smile to my lips. "Why are you still not dressed, its 4 in the afternoon, normal people are dressed and out at this time." He stated with mock disapproval in his voice as he analysed what I was wearing. I let him come inside, letting the summer breeze in, and he closed the door behind him.

"Hush, I'm lazy, accept it." I replied shooting him a quick grin as I ran back up to my room to quickly get dressed. "Make yourself at home." I shouted before throwing on some sweatpants and a T-shirt. I quickly sorted out my hair and put on a tiny amount of make-up. When I walked downstairs I found Patrick sitting on the sofa whilst some adverts played in the background.

"Okay let's go." He gave me a quick smile and we walked out and into his car once again. The journey to the grocery store was quick and we barely got a chance to talk except for Patrick updating me on the few details of the party. He said that some of his friends were finally coming back from their short vacations and so one of the friends who stayed, Bob, decided to throw a party. When I said that the party was a nice gesture from Bob, Patrick laughed and told me that Bob just looks for an excuse to have a party and get high with people. Once we got to the shop we quickly made our way around the shop and bought some stuff for dinner. Everything went pretty quick until we had to decide which ice cream to get at which point I wanted to get the Cookie Dough whilst Patrick wanted plain vanilla.

"Rock, paper scissors?" Patrick suggested. He was so going down.

"One, two, three!" we said causing people to give us strange looks.

"Haha! I win!" Patrick punched the air in victory just as I realised that he did paper and I did rock.

"Screw this I'm getting both." This caused both of us to laugh. After I paid we drove back to my house and I started to make pancakes whilst Patrick showed himself around the house and watched some TV. Once I was done both of us sat down at the table and ate out pancakes with Nutella and ice cream.

"Your girlfriend must be pretty content with having a guy who would drive her to the grocery store any time she's hungry." I said jokingly.

"I don't have a girlfriend." He replied.

"What?!" I asked completely taken by surprise. A guy as polite as Patrick was certain to have a girlfriend.

"Nope, I'm uhh… I'm actually gay." He said looking down at his plate.

"Oh, well what about a guy? Come on, you're nice and funny and good-looking, there is no way there isn't someone."

"You're okay with me being gay?" he asked shocked. The question threw me off. Why wouldn't I be okay with him being gay? Although, yeah, maybe I was developing the tiniest crush on him but that didn't matter.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"A lot of people at school don't know but my ex-boyfriends dad wasn't exactly at peace with his son being gay and it didn't end well for either of us."

"Oh gosh, did he do something to you?" I asked concerned.

"No, the guy's friends kinda beat me up. It's not something I like to think about."

"I'm so sorry." I said. And I really was. The room was filled with slight awkwardness but was quickly stopped by Patrick.

"What about you then? Is there a guy back in California?" he asked, winking.

"There was but he broke up with me a couple weeks before we moved." I said simply. Sure, I was still really upset about it seeing as we dated for about 2 years but that didn't mean I was gonna go all emotional on Patrick.

"Dude doesn't know what great pancakes he's missing. Why would he break want to break up?" Patrick asked. His previous statement made me laugh slightly before I answered his question.

"I don't know, he didn't really specify his reasons." Once again the little white lie escaped my lips. I didn't mean to but I wasn't all for recalling the events of the accident which caused my boyfriend to break up with me. His side of the story was still unknown but I didn't want to call and hear his voice just to be reminded of what I no longer had. I didn't realise I got lost in my thoughts until Patrick's voice caught my attention.

"Listen girlie, neither of us are going to be resentful because of what happened. There's a party on Friday and you've got lots of cool people to meet, obviously not as great as me, but you get the idea. Now let's chill and watch a movie because I am full and probably won't be able to move for the next two hours after eating all of that."

Patrick's little speech brought a big grin to my lips. I took his and my plate and put both of them into the dishwasher. During this time Patrick picked a movie from my little movie collection and was in the middle of putting it into the DVD player when I asked, "What are we watching?"

"Fired Up? I've already seen it but I really like it."

"Yeah it's hilarious, didn't really think you'd pick a cheerleader movie though." I teased him. "Right, well I'm gonna get some blankets and you can make the popcorn. I put it on top of the counter; just pop it into the microwave for however long the instruction says." I said before jogging up the stairs and grabbing two large blankets out of my parents' cupboard. Once the popcorn was done we settled down on the couch and I covered myself with a blanket giving the other one to Patrick. Throughout the movie we laughed a lot and made fun of each other for doing the panthers' hand thing. Soon after the movie finished, Patrick had to leave and I was left to the comfortableness of the sofa where I slept till the next day.