-1Patrick sat slumped against the head rest of his bed mindlessly flicking channels. The blue light from the TV flooded the bedroom. The phone had been ringing about every hour. Patrick would pick it up and hang it up again. He had no interest in talking to any one or trying to explain him self. Pete had called him 15 times, Joe 4 or 5 and Andy some where around 7. He glanced at the called Id. It was Pete again. 'If you don't answer it he'll only call again.' He thought.
"Pete stop calling me." He snapped before slamming down the phone.
Pete let out a sigh. He had been trying to get a hold of Patrick for the past hour. Andy and Joe were looking at him for answers but Pete didn't have them.
"So?"
"I don't know Andy. He wont talk to me he's mad but I have no clue why. Fuck he probably doesn't even know."
"Maybe he'll just come around on his own"
"What do you mean Joe?" Andy asked cautiously
"Well maybe he's fine, like it's just stress or some thing. You know, and maybe he can work this out on his own and us doing this is only making things worse."
"That does make sense"
"No it doesn't."
"And why not Pete, you don't have any real idea of what's going on"
"You two just don't get it, If you could have seen the way he acted… it was…indescribable."
"Explain Pete."
"Well Joe, what I saw in his eyes. Its like I saw thirty different emotions flash across his face in a split second. The way he acted- there's no way in hell this is a just a step back and let it take care of its self thing"
They both nodded after all Pete was right.
It had been about three days sense Patrick had left his apartment. He hadn't spoken to Pete sense he came over and he wasn't planning on seeing anyone any time soon. There was no food left in his apartment, not that there was much to begin with. Patrick never had much food in his apartment. Now that his refrigerator was empty it forced him to go out in to the world. He pulled on a hoodie and headed out the door. The store was only 5 blocks from his apartment. It was colder outside then he guessed it would be. I should have worn an extra hoodie, he thought.
The store wasn't busy this made his day a little brighter. He grabbed a shopping cart and walked through the aisles. He filled the cart up with nothing of particular importance. A few packages of black licorice, a couple frozen pizzas some energy drinks. A couple bags of chips some vodka and beer. He walked up to the check out all the while keeping his head down. He didn't want to be recognized especially when he had a shopping cart full of junk. He was standing behind an elderly women who insisted that he had 43 cents in change. Patrick slowly began to set his stuff up on the conveyer belt.
"You never called."
"Huh" He turned around, surprised to see a familiar dark haired girl with a sly smile on her face.
"I gave you my number and you didn't call."
"I…I ah I'm I uh." Fuck this nervous stutter his mind screamed.
She giggled. "You know I could always grab a bottle of water and dump it on you… since your into that."
"I'm sorry" He muttered it like a scared child.
"Don't be. You should be sorry if you don't accept my offer to take you to dinner."
"Then I guess I'll be sorry."
"Humm." Cat sighed she prided her self on being witty and bold. But Patrick shut her down in a heart beat. She racked her brain for some thing cute and witty to say. She liked Patrick or at least thought he was some on she could like. He was cute sort of chubby but cute nonetheless. He was quiet and shy that made him mysterious. And Cat loved any thing out of the ordinary.
"Throwing a party?"
Cat quickly realized that she had just said some thing wrong. Mainly because of the pink color that crept into his face.
"No." Patrick said silently cursing himself for buying some much shit.
Cat was now realizing that her time was running out. If she wanted to get to know Patrick more then she was going to have to make her move now. No more games.
"I would love to get to know you more Patrick."
He looked her in the eyes for the first time.
"Trust me you don't."
"You cant tell me what to do, trust me my parents tried and failed miserably."
"I bet they did." Patrick said reaching into his wallet and pulling out 60 dollars in cash. He was starting to feel better. Cat was cute after all. So far she was the only one to make him feel a little better. He made a promise to him self, if she asked him dinner again he would accept.
"I'll see you around." She said handing a 20 to the clerk and paying for a can of hair spray.
Patrick nodded, Way to go Patrick he thought you just blew your shoot. He slowly picked up his bags.
"So you sure you don't want to get a gourmet meal with me?"
"Um a-a-a-actually that um sounds…good."
"Great." Her blue eyes lit up like fire works. She grabbed a few of his bags and headed to the door.
"Gourmet huh." Patrick playfully asked as Cat pulled her small car into the McDonalds drive through.
"Yea." She said giggling.
"One moment please." The electronic voice chirped. "Ok how can I help you."
"Ah yea I'll have a double cheese burger, large fries and a vanilla shake and one minuet" She glanced at Patrick.
"Just fries."
"Really? Don't you want a burger or some thing? I'm buying."
"Yea I'm good, I don't eat meat so."
"Oh ok. I need a large fry and a chocolate shake."
"I don't need a chocolate milk shake."
"Yes you do, for the fries."
"…K." He was slightly confused why did he need a milk shake for fries.
"Your total is 9.14 please pull around."
Cat pulled over and parked her car. The Shins were playing loudly on the radio.
"I cant eat and drive at the same time sorry."
"No problem."
It was silent in the car. Cat wished she could say something to get rid of that sad look in his eyes. She bit into he sandwich and chewed slowly she couldn't help but smile at the cute guy she had basically assaulted just a few days before.
"You know you are eating those wrong."
"What?" A smile crept across his face. Score one for Cat she thought with a grin.
"I shouldn't correct you its rude."
"Well I would like to know how to do it properly"
"No no its rude to correct a guest"
"You already mentioned it so spill." Patrick was now grinning from ear to ear.
"You have to dip the fries into the milk shake."
"Eww that sounds gross."
"Come on Patrick" She said as she gripped his knee "don't you trust me?"
"You pretty much attacked me the first time I met you so I'm gonna go with no."
"And you never called me so I guess were even."
She grabbed a few fries and dunked them in his shake.
"Open up."
"No."
"Do it."
"Or?"
"Or? Or I'll make you where it. Now open."
Laughing Patrick did as he was told. She was right the fires did taste surprisingly better with chocolate milk shake on them.
"Good?"
"Yea surprisingly."
They stayed like that for the better half of an hour. Talking and laughing and feeding each other.
"You know normally I cant stand this shit."
"Really I love it."
" Yea because of my job I'm on the road a lot so I eat a lot of junk."
"I eat it like once every day."
"Wow that's-"
"bad I know but I have a great metabolism I get it from my mom."
"Lucky I'll probably gain forty pounds from eating this, I gain weight no matter what I eat. That's why I look like this."
"I think you look good."
"Thanks" Patrick whispered giving her a weak smile.
That's when Cat made he move she quickly leaned in and planted a kiss on Patrick's full red lips. Patrick pulled back he was startled. Girls didn't do that unless they knew who he was. It was scary.
"I'm sorry was that?…"
"No." Patrick gasped. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back in to him. That's how they stayed wildly making out in Cats car. Sweating and gasping for air like a couple of love struck high schoolers.
