This chapter goes to Catface, you're so lovely, thank you for reminding me to write and I hope one day you can overcome whatever you're facing and I'm here if you need to talk :) xo
Guys, did you hear about MCR :'( it's the end of an era.
This chapter is in Patrick's POV. Enjoy.
I woke up to the silence of my room and Jo's head resting on my chest. I smiled at the image of her peaceful expression, her lips were very slightly pulled into a tiny smile but it was still recognisable. Not wanting to wake her, I carefully slid out of bed. My bright alarm clock showed that it was only after 10 o'clock. I slipped out of the door and into the kitchen, making sure to close the door behind me in case I make any noise outside of the door. I guess it was good that I shut it because right after I turned around I somehow stood on the left leg of my pyjama bottoms and fell, face first, onto the floor.
"What the hell was that?!" Sam walked out of the kitchen and half-screamed from the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing her flowery apron which meant that she was cooking; this meant there was food right at the bottom of those stairs, which made me and my stomach very happy.
"Umm... I fell" I said. I stood up and started to make my way downstairs towards her.
"You fell?" With her eyebrows raised she looked at me with a mocking expression. Just like her to make jokes in a serious situation.
"Be serious Samantha, I could have died!" I cried hysterically as I followed her into the kitchen.
She continued to laugh as she returned to the oven to a cooking pan full of bacon.
"Aww, Sam, you made me breakfast! And bacon..." I quickly grabbed a piece from the pan and she went to smack my hand with the fork but fortunately missed. "I forgive for laughing at me tripping." I said with a mouth full of bacon.
"The breakfast was actually meant to be for Jo, I'm pretty sure you're fully capable of making your own." she said.
"She can cook, she's made dinner before. I'm pretty sure all of us, with the exception of me, are capable of making breakfast."
"Yes well, I saw how tired you brought her in last night and anyway, she looked like a mess, what happened?" her voice turned concerned.
"She got into an argument with her mom and stuff didn't end too well."
"Oh." Sam was upset by this. I understood completely why. She told me about all the times she would argue with her mom when she was with her ex-step dad, if you could call it that. Luckily, that changed and they're really close now.
"Did she say why they were arguing?" she asked her eyes still not turning to meet mine.
"Yeah but I think it would be better if I let her tell you in her own time, she was pretty reluctant to tell me."
"So what's for breakfast?" I said trying to lighten up the mood and focus on something more positive. Right after my question my stomach loudly rumbled making Sam burst into a fit of laughter.
"Hey it's not that funny. Why do you keep on laughing at me?" Then I proceeded to try and pout my lips and make my eyes bigger in hope of looking like a cute lost puppy to at least get her to slightly feel guilty about laughing.
"Patrick, please stop making that face. You may be trying to look like a puppy but it just looks as if someone drove you over." The familiar voice coming from the doorway caused me to spin around in shock.
"Joanna! I am appalled. That filthy mouth of yours tells such lies!" I said pretending to what I thought sounded like a posh British accent.
As both girls stood there standing and laughing I managed to steal another piece of bacon from the frying pan which got me a slap on the arm with a wooden spoon. Jo was wearing a pair of Sam's old pyjama bottoms and one of my sweatshirts along with my slippers which I forgot to put on when I was sneaking out of the room.
"So what did you guys do yesterday?" Sam asked, interested.
"Oh, nothing really. Just went round to a café for something to eat and had a small picnic in the park." I said simply. Jo's eyes turned to meet mine and she gave me a knowing, appreciating smile. Sam didn't seem to catch on to our little interaction and decided not to question my answer.
"Got any plans for today Jo?" Sam continued.
"Umm… no probably not." Jo gave my step-sister a friendly, but tired, smile.
"We should go somewhere. I could bring Charlie along and we could all go out. What do you guys think?" Sam grinned obviously very proud of her plans.
"I don't mind. Patrick?" Once again her shining, brown eyes turned to me. The slight sparkle caught my attention as I stared into her taking in how vibrant she looked as if she hadn't just woken up. Her blonde hair, like a halo, framing her face.
"Patrick?" This time it was Sam. Snapping me out of my thoughts immediately I began to recover myself from my hypnosis-like state.
"Yeah. Yeah sure, we should- we can do that." I replied still gathering myself.
To get myself out of this flustered situation I began to place breakfast on some plates. Everything seemed quiet for a while until I turned around to find Sam gone and Jo, with her elbow on the edge of the table, leaning her head on her palm with her eyes closed.
I placed the plate of food and cutlery in front of her, sat down and stared at her, waiting for her to wake up. After a while, as anyone else would, I got bored and decided to poke her on the nose with my fork. Just as I was about to press the fork down on Jo's nose her eyes flew open and her chair tilted back. She tried to grab hold of anything to steady herself, as well as the chair, and luckily managed to hold on to the table before falling.
I stood up obviously in case if she had fallen so that I would be able to help her up but I guess she was alright. I turned around and let out a quiet chuckle being cautious not to let her see me laugh.
"You okay there?" I said with a big smile on my face.
"Don't say anything Patrick. Why were you going to stab me with your fork, may I ask? And my nose too. Actually, you know what, don't answer that." She smiled, understanding my strange humour however not being able to see what I found so hilarious about the actions I was about to take just then.
We ate breakfast with only a small amount of food being thrown, leaving a barely noticeable mess in the kitchen. Barely noticeable to a blind person…
Soon Sam came to the kitchen not seeming surprised at the state of the kitchen if though we did try to clean up. Well Jo cleaned a bit anyway. After Sam told us that Charlie is going to pick us up in 20 minutes, Jo and I hurried back upstairs to the bedroom to grab our stuff, racing to see who would get to the bathroom first. Unfortunately I somehow lost that race.
"Jo, hurry up, I need to fix my hair!" I shouted and banged my fist against the bathroom door.
"Okay, drama queen, I'm coming out! It's not like the paparazzi is stalking you or anything."
"Well it's not like you know about me leading a secret rock star life so you never know, Joanna." I gave her a smirk as she proceeded to walk out of the bathroom.
"Oh shut up, you." She smiled back.
Once in front of the large mirror I ran my fingers through my hair a couple times to get rid of the knots left by my hair comb and used some hair spray to hold it up after slightly styling it. Not too much of course, I knew my limits.
Once Charlie arrived we all got into his dad's car as he drove us to the cinema. Through the next few hours Charlie and Sam did the couple lovey-dovey things whilst Jo and I mimicked them in an exaggerated manner however leaving out the kissing.
After the movie Jo said she had to go home before her mom left for work so Charlie drove us to her house where I walked her to her door.
"If anything else goes on between you and your mom or anyone else you can always stay over at mine again, alright?" I said facing her as we stood outside her house.
"I know Patrick, thank you for everything." She was only a little shorter than me but still pushed herself up on her toes to hug me. Once she removed herself from my embrace she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked inside before flashing me a quick, tiny smile. I returned her smile and walked back to the car.
Charlie went home after dropping Sam and I off at home saying he had some reading to do for his English class.
Currently, Sam and I were in the middle of making dinner before the parents came back from work.
"Jo seemed to feel better today." Sam said whilst cutting up some carrots.
"Yeah, thanks for suggesting going out, I think what she needed is to get her mind off of things."
Sam put the knife down on the chopping board and turned to me, observing me, not turning back around.
"What?" I looked up at her."
"What's going on with you guys? I know you're into guys and all but what you guys have seems like more than friendship Pat, I don't want you to lead her on." She said. I sighed. Not with frustration or irritation, just because she asked me the question I've been asking myself for ages.
"Sam, I don't know. I mean, I don't think I like girls. But Jo… She's just different. And don't ask me to explain it because I can't. Maybe I'm still looking for someone to replace Brad. Maybe something is going on with us. At the moment, I don't know and until I actually know what's going on, I won't be able to tell you."
"So, do you maybe like her?"
"I don't know Sam. I think I might…"