-1Cat woke up with the warm sun on her face. She let out a satisfied sigh. Patrick was a good lover, hell he was a great lover. The way he held her kiss her touched her. It was sensitive and powerful at the same time. It was completely un describable. Her rumbling stomach tore her attention off the young man sleeping soundly beside her.

"Patrick" She whispered softly in his ear. "Patrick"

"Humm"

"Are you hungry"

"Humm"

"How about I make us a naked breakfast? You'd like that wouldn't you big boy?"

"Ahuh"

Cat giggled. She stood up and slowly walked to the door. It was locked. Cat was looked at the door confused then back at Patrick. She shrugged turned the lock and opened the door. It was a bit odd that he would lock his bed room door in his own house but it was his house he could do what ever he wanted here.

Cat entered the kitchen she found a half empty carton of eggs and well not to much else for breakfast. He did however have coffee. What a typical guy she thought. She put the coffee in the machine and hit start. The smell of coffee began to fill the apartment.

"Your sweet ass making me coffee?"

"You know it tiger." Cat giggled.

There was a long pause.

She herd Patrick get up, Cat arched her back and smiled.

"Back for more big boy?" She asked sweetly as she turned around. "MOTHER FUCKER"

Cat screamed as she turned around to a very hung over Pete. Cat let out a scream as she attempted to cover her self up. Patrick came flying out of his room (still naked mind you).

"Whoa Patrick"

Patrick's face grew beat red, he was well a where of his weight gain standing in the kitchen with out the cover of dark of a few sheets to help hid those extra pounds made him feel like dieing. The room fell deathly quiet. Patrick was the first one to speak.

"I'm…I'm gonna go put clothes on." Cat nodded and fallowed. After pulling on her clothes she gave Patrick a quick kiss on the check, before (quickly) heading out the door. Patrick came out of his room fifteen minuets later he was still embarrassed about being naked and looking like he does. He walked out of his room still red faced (only clothed in a over sized hoodie and baggie jeans) Pete was sitting on the couch drinking coffee. Patrick got himself a cup. Pete giggled.

"Shut up Pete."

Pete lost it he dropped his cup and was laughing so hard tears were rolling down his face.

"I'm so glad I came back here last night."

"Fuck off." Patrick was thing to stay mad but how could he the hole thing was pretty ridiculous.

Patrick punched Pete in the arm and took a set next to him on the couch.

"Lets never talk about that again."

"I'm so ok with that"

"So who was that? I may I comment on that rack?"

"Her names Cat and no you may not"

"Ok then can I comment on your package?"

"You know what yes you can comment on her breast."

"But your sooo much hotter then her."

"Pete I swear to god I'll kill you."

"FINE but Cat who is she? I know I've seen her from some where…"

"The waitress from that restaurant." Pete looked at him blankly. "She spilled drinks on me."

"Oh ya you did call her! She I told you so"

"Well no I didn't, I ran into her the day we had the other day at the store and we grabbed some food and you can guess the rest."

"Way to go. I mean hitting that. Who would have thought you had it in you."

"I know but I was pretty wasted last night to."

"Liquid confidence my friend."

"So, wanna get star bucks? This cat person made very weak coffee?"

"True lets go"

"You'll have to show her how we like it. I wont have you date some one you cant make strong coffee."

"Were not dating"

"Yet"

Pete and Patrick drove down to Starbucks. Patrick was a completely different person, then who he was just a few days ago. They took a booth in the back. (to avoid any crazy screaming/crying girls) They sat in a pleasant comfortable silence, Pete was toying around with his side kick and Patrick was looking at his hands. Pete shut his side kick and looked at Patrick with wide eyes.

"So your doing all right?"

"Ya I guess."

"You guess?

"Ya"

"You wanna explain?"

"Not now"

"Yes now."

"I've just been in a low place"

"How come?"

"Low self-esteem, me being me, all the shit that's been going this year."

"ok"

"what"

"If those low places are ever to much for you I'm here"

"ok no problem"

There was a long uncomfortable pause.

"Are you gonna call her?"

"Cat?"

"No my mom."

" Your step mom, she's nice"

"Ok shut up, seriously"

"No I'll so call her, does she ask about me?"

"A. Shut up and be serious B. she only asks about you because your with me all the time, I think she's worried were gay"

"Hahahaha, but I think I will."

"Do you like her?"

"I don't really know her but, I think so I mean last night. I know how lame this sounds but I saw fire works."

"That is lame."

"Well I'm not the poet here."

Pete smiled. What was he suppose to say Patrick had hit the nail on the head.