-1Cat sighed and helped her self to more ice cream. She truly didn't get Patrick and she was normally good at figuring people out but Patrick through her for a loop. (As the saying goes) She could see he was uncomfortable any one with eyes could figure that out but she needed to know why he had moved away from her. They had spent a fantastic night together it didn't mean he had to be all over her but shouldn't he at least sit by her?
"Do I Smell?"
"No what?! Why?"
"You moved away from me, I was wondering if I smelled" Cat giggled she was trying to get Patrick to loosen up a bit.
"No"
"Welllll"
"Well what?"
"Why cant I Sit by you?"
"Y-y-you can I-I-I-I never said you couldn't"
Cat felt frustrated she didn't like to play games. She didn't think she had to jump through hoops for a guy, even if she kinda liked him.
"Never mind I just wanted to watch a movie with you" Cat huffed as she stood up. "I'm gonna go"
"Why? Y-y-you don't have to"
"No I think I do."
"oh"
"Um you can keep the ice cream. And I'll call you tomorrow some time…ok?"
"ya ya sure, I'll talk to you later then right?"
"Of course"
Cat picked up her bag and headed for the door. 'Don't look back' she thought. But her heart got the best of her. She glanced over her shoulder as she opened the door. Patrick was leaning over with his head in his hands. Cat shut the door behind her and stood out in the hall way wondering if she had just made a mistake.
Patrick stood up. And walked into his room then out then into the kitchen then the bath room. His head was swimming.
"FUCK" he yelled and through a glass of water against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces. He stood there for a moment breathing as if he had just run a marathon. He felt the self hatred begin to fill his mind. Cat had left because she came to her senses and realized what a sad pathetic waste of life he was. He felt like he wanted to cry to break some thing to hurt him self. But all he could do there is stand there engulfed in his blind pointless rage.
Cat she stopped where she was after she herd Patrick yell what she thought was "fuck" she also herd some thing break, she was growing worried she hadn't herd any thing come from his apartment in some time. She turned around and headed back down the hall way and towards his door. She lifted her hand to open knock then paused and pulled back. She wasn't sure what to do at this moment, but it had been quiet for way to long.
She knocked 4 quick times then stepped back.
The door flung open and Patrick stared at her with a mixture of surprise and wild emotion. She gasped and took another step back. His hat was off his head. His strawberry blond hair was messed up and sticking up wildly, his green eyes were wide and wild, those big full red lips partly parted. They said nothing. Then Cat flung her self at him, kissing him deeply and wildly. They parted gasping desperately for air and stumbling backwards into Patrick's apartment. Cat pulled off her shirt revealing a black lace bra, Patrick wasn't even thinking any more his body was now in auto pilot his male instincts had taken over he wanted her and nothing else. He kissed her chest and ran his fingers through her dark hair.
"God-your-beautiful" he gasped between kisses.
Cat only moaned in reply she didn't want talk. Talk would shatter the perfect moment she was having with a man she had met only a few days ago. She pulled off Patrick's hoodie, which pulled up his shirt as well. She caught a glimpse of his round soft pale stomach. She suddenly felt more longing to be with him. She slipped her hand under his shirt and began rubbing his soft stomach.
Patrick pushed her hand away. While animal part of his brain was screaming 'forget it, you need this your gonna have her don't you dare do any thing to fuck this up' there was a much more nagging voice that was repeating over and over 'What ever you do DON'T let her see you naked.' The second voice was starting to win.
Cat slipped her hand once more under his shirt and gently squeezed his soft middle. Patrick pulled away from her.
"what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Cat reached for him again but he stopped her.
"…don't"
"What you didn't mind last night"
"I-I-I-I-I"
"Come on what's a matter" Cat giggled as kissed him at the edge of his mouth.
Patrick didn't answer.
"Humm what's a matter?"
"I don't want-"
Cat suddenly noticed some thing. The look of animal intensity was now replaced with the look a pleading small child.
"Oh Patrick" she whispered. Wrapping her arms around him.
Patrick sat down on the couch and Cat laid her head on his thigh. Patrick traced circles on Cats back.
"I wanna go slow" Patrick said after about 20 minuets of silence.
"what was that?"
"Slow…I wanna move slow"
"Me too"
"I move to fast and things tend to go up in flames"
"I really do want to get to know you better Patrick."
"Likewise"
Cat rolled over on her back, Her chocolate brown hair framing her heart shaped face and her blue eyes sparkling. She reached up and ran her fingertips around Patrick's pudgy face. He took hold of her hand and planted a kiss on it.
"God your Beautiful"
"thank you." Cat blushed.
Patrick continued to trace shapes across Cats stomach until they both fell asleep.
Cat woke up before Patrick but unlike the previous day they were alone. She shook Patrick awake and pulled her shirt back on.
"What!"
"its morning well its past morning its around 10"
"That early?"
"its not early, how late do you normally sleep?"
"um well I sleep late."
"like how late 12?"
"some times 2 or maybe 3"
"oh my god!"
"what?"
"don't you have a job?"
"well ya but I don't have set hours I guess you would say. Speaking of jobs do you have to work?"
"nope I'm off today"
"you, I don't know… wanna hang out?"
"of course!! But I think we should start with breakfast."
"Ill see what I have"
Patrick stood up and stretched. He walked over to the kitchen and opened the frig.
"ok I have some…eggs, coke, coffee, ketchup, bead and that's about it. oh and some chips and frozen pizza"
"why don't we hit up Denny's"
"ok my treat?"
"fine"
Patrick hardly spoke the on the ride to Denny's. This made Cat wonder if he had some thing wrong, seriously wrong. When they walked through the door the hostess made as if she had known Patrick. 'She has to know him' she thought she did say his name many times. Cat felt threatened, skinny blond was a bit to happy to see him. She grabbed Patrick's arm and smiled, the hostess gave her a viscous look before showing them a table. She sweetly handed Patrick a menu while at the same time giving him a nice view of her fake cleavage. Then She tossed Cat hers and walked away.
"you ok?"
"huh? Ya I'm fine why?"
"You haven't said a word in over I don't know 25 minuets"
"oh sorry I just need some coffee"
Cat giggled
"Soo do you know her?"
"who"
"that bimbo of a hostess"
"no"
"she looked like she knew you"
Patrick shrugged and smiled at Cat
"So"
"so what?"
"I don't know…what don't you tell me about your self."
"What do you wanna know?"
"What ever you wanna tell me. Right now all I know is that you work as a waitress and like to dump drinks on guys who you then stalk."
"well that's me in a nut shell. Um let me see. I went to collage to be a doctor but I dropped out to peruse a career in the arts."
"really? What?"
"sculpting, I actually spent the last year and a half in Europe."
"wow how'd you like it?"
"oh I loved it. I spent most of my time in Italy, you know because of all the amazing art. I mean the Sistine Chapel was utter breath taking. I was starting to have doubts about dropping out and stuff but when I saw the most amazing work of art in the world I just felt like every thing would be ok, and I sat down on the floor and started to sketch and I sat there for hours. I mean I don't even know how long I was there but I just know some one came up to me and told me that I had to go so they could prepare for the next morning. Have you ever been to Italy?"
Patrick paused taking a deep drink of his coffee.
"Ya I have I actually travel a lot."
"so you know what I mean, about the Sistine Chapel."
"Um actually I have never scene it."
"WHAT, you went to the most beautiful city in the WORLD and you have never scene one of Michelle Angelo's greatest works of art."
"I know isn't that terrible, but I'm my defense I was only there for 2 days."
"Who goes to Italy and doesn't even check out some of the sights? You know what I cant talk to you any more you disgust me."
"oh what ever"
"Excuse me are you two ready to order?" A young boy who looked about 16 stood holding a pad and pencil. He stared at Patrick a moment, looked him up and down before pulling his gaze away.
"Could you give us a few more minuets?"
Patrick nodded in agreement "oh and when you come back could you bring me another coffee?"
"coming right up" And with that the young waiter walked away leaving the two alone.
Cat opened the menu and Patrick fallowed her lead.
"God I'm staving, what about you"
"ya I am kinda hungry."
"its almost noon but I think I want some breakfast food. I love breakfast food. I'm not that good of a cook but I can make a breakfast to die for."
"really"
"ya maybe I'll cook for you some time."
"that will be nice."
"are you two ready to order?" the young waiter asked as he poured Patrick a fresh cup of coffee.
"ya I'm gonna have pancakes, scrambled eggs bacon and hash browns."
"ok and for you sir?"
"Ill have the same"
"all right easy enough. More orange juice miss?"
Cat nodded and he walked away.
They laughed and poked fun at each other. Patrick found out a lot more about Cat before there food came. Her parents were both doctors and they always punched her to take the same career path as they had. She was a native New Yorker. Cat was a very skilled artist the most classes she had ever taken were in high school. She had a younger brother (only younger by six months) who like her disappointed there parents buy becoming a tattoo and pricing artist. (He was also a fantastic artist.) She moved out when she was 18, her father was much more accepting of her and her brothers career choice then her mother was. Cat and her brother Damian were very close and he was her best friend.
There food came, and Patrick who was feeling famished dug in. They ate there meal in silence for a few minuets before cat finally spoke.
"So what about you?"
"what's your last name?"
"Richten, its French but that's besides the point"
"is there a point?" Patrick asked as he raised his eye brows.
"Oh there's always a point it just differs from person to person. Tell me about your self."
"I like poetry and long walks on the beach"
"Don't be a smart ass what's your story?"
"I don't have one. I hate talking about my self I'd much rather hear about you"
"I don't care what you want"
"I think you do"
"why don't we play 20 questions, ill ask a question and u answer it and if your uncomfortable then you don't have to answer it."
"ok"
"what's your last name?"
"stump"
"that's a funny name"
"ya I know, I even legally changed the spelling of it so people would be able to pronounce it, but they still screw it up."
"people mess up my last name to. How was it spelled before?"
"S-T-U-M-P-H, I dropped the 'H' off of it."
"You have a middle name?"
"martin"
"wait…that makes your initials PMS" Cat let out a loud laugh.
"ya I guess my parents didn't notice that or they didn't care. What's yours?"
"Elizabeth"
"Catharine Elizabeth Richten, you initials don't spell any thing fun, but it's a nice name."
"Thank you, what about your family?"
"I'm an only child and my parents are divorced"
"aw I'm sorry."
"don't be my mom got pregnant when she was 17 and my dad asked her to marry him, things weren't working from the start but my dad tried"
"did he remarry?"
"no my mom did, I'm not sure how it worked out because I haven't scene her since she left"
"wow"
"ya but it doesn't matter she didn't really want me any way."
"I'm so sorry"
"don't be"
There was a long uncomfortable silence. Patrick looked up at her and smiled as his shoved another bit of food in his mouth and washed it down with his now luke warm coffee. Cat stirred her food, she still had a bit on her plate but she was full her eyes had once again been larger then her stomach.
"So what do you do for a living?"
Patrick shoveled the last few bites into his mouth.
"I'm stuffed"
"ya me to"
"you ready to get outta here?" Patrick asked as he stood up with the check.
"ya I'm ready"
They walked up to the front and Patrick handed his money to the rude blond hostess with the fake boobs. The blond hostess then handed him a pen and paper and he signed it. 'That's odd' Cat thought, 'he's paying in cash why would he need to sign some thing'
"Ok sorry about that."
"don't worry about it"
Sorry about what she thought.
"So are you gonna tell me about you job or is it top secret…are you a spy?!"
"No, I'm gonna tell you, I just didn't wanna talk about it in there."
They walked hand in hand to Patrick's car. He walked around her side and opened the door for her. He walked back around and swung him self up into his vehicle. Started the engine and pulled out on to the road.
