-1"Hey"
"hi…"
"Joe its Pete"
"oh sorry"
"ya its no problem"
"are you ok you sound like some things wrong."
"its Patrick"
"is he ok"
"I don't know, but he'll be ok."
"are you sure"
"ya its Jackie"
"that bitch again?"
"ya,"
"well what happened"
"I'm gonna tell you what I told Andy, he still feels like shit over the whole thing."
"cant you tell me any thing else"
"no its not my problem to tell, if and when he's ready he'll tell you guys but he cant right now"
"dose he still love her"
"No I think its more of a deep self hate he has for him self because of her"
"I see"
"ya he is a mess"
"I'm sure"
"he's been in tears almost all morning"
"poor guy"
"ya I could honestly kill that bitch, the things she said to him were unreal"
"I bet,"
"so I'm just gonna hang out with him for a while,"
"that's good, should me and Andy come?"
"no, I'll call you guys if I need you but I think he'll be ok for real now"
"good"
"ya we talked it out all morning"
"good, you're his best friend Pete if any one can fix him you can"
"I hope so, well I got to go"
"ok, call me later ok"
"ok, buy"
"buy"
-click-
Patrick woke up at 3:45, his head hurt his face was still sticky from tears and for a minuet he couldn't remember what happened. Then it all came rushing back to him. The crying the apologizing admitting what he had done and falling a sleep on Pete's lap. He could feel his face turn red, he couldn't believe he sat on Pete's lap. He sat up on the couch and looked around and pulled off the comforter. Pete must have put this on me he thought.
"Pete?"
His throat burned and worse off there was no answer. Patrick quickly learned the reason, Pete was slumped over in a chair across the room, sound asleep. 'It's a good thing I didn't wake him' he thought standing and stretching. He took a sip of his coffee but it was stone cold, his stomach growled slightly but he wasn't ready to eat. He picked up what was left of his breakfast and coffee and tossed it in the garbage. Patrick watched Pete sleep a moment, it was a rare thing. It was an actual sleep not the drug induced coma his medicine put him in or the 5 minuet intervals where he doses off.
Patrick was at a lose of what to do. He didn't wanna turn on the TV in fear of waking Pete up. He could step out for a few hours maybe get some thing to eat. No Pete would be royal pissed if he went any where with out him. He could call Cat but she was probably at work. He settled on putting some tracks together on his laptop. It was work but he enjoyed it. The minuet the put the head phones over his ears he forgot about every thing, he forgot about Pete, Cat, Jackie and the hell she put him through, the world just disappeared and he went to work.
Patrick was so absorbed in his work he didn't notice Pete get up. He didn't notice (hear) Pete call his name or wave his arms at him trying to get his attention, he didn't even notice Pete standing in front of him with his hands placed on his hips. What he did notice was a loud smack, that caused him to jump and knocked his computer off his lap and his glasses off his face. He hadn't noticed Pete standing there but he did notice the smack Pete delivered to the side of his face.
"PETE WHAT THE FUCK" Patrick scrambled to pick up his laptop and recover his glasses.
"you were ignoring me"
"no I wasn't, you're a hard person to ignore"
"your obsessed"
"with what"
"work, music what ever you think of it as"
"you were asleep"
"you could have woken me up"
"ya sure"
"I'm so hungry, you have to be starving too you haven't eaten all day"
Before Patrick could speak his stomach answered for him.
"I guess I was right, what time is it?"
"around a little after 4, I woke up around 3:30 so "
"its almost 7"
"what, it doesn't feel that late"
"maybe we're still on Chicago time"
"maybe"
"so you wanna go get dinner"
"ya where are we gonna go"
"I don't really wanna go out, wanna just go to the hotel restaurant?"
"sure I'm gonna put some clothes on"
"where some thing slutty!"
"ok Pete, sure"
Patrick pulled on a hoodie over the shirt he slept in and slid on a pair of dark jeans. He sat on the edge of the bed tying his shoes. He stood up and looked in the mirror and shook his head. 'I should be skipping dinner' he thought, he would rather be working right now any way while he still had what he wanted fresh in his head. The cords had came to him while he and cat were laying in the after glow of there love making. Then it had been loud in his head but now it was faint and he couldn't seam to get it right. 'I'm trying to hard, I have to just sit back and let it come to me. It cant be forced' He tried to imagine the cords on his guitar but that didn't leave him with much.
Pete and Patrick made it to the restaurant by7:15. It wasn't any thing special just you average run of the mill hotel restaurant. Patrick ordered a vodka and tonic and Pete followed his lead. The minuet the waitress left Patrick began scribbling things out on a napkin.
"what's that"
"I don't know"
"you have to know"
"well I'm not sure yet it could be any thing"
"is it a new song"
"maybe, right now its just a few cords, it just kinda came to me, but I lost it now"
"that's the worse"
"I'm trying not to force it but"
"its hard not to" Pete said finishing his sentence
"exactly"
"when did it come to you, some times if I just redo what I was doing when I got an idea it comes back to me"
"I don't know if I can do that right now"
"why, were you on the plan"
"no, I was with Cat"
"with her with her or just with her"
"the first one" Patrick's face burned crimson.
They spent the rest of the night trying to work out Patrick's song and after many trips to the buffet table and too many drinks, they were no closer to it then they had been when the arrived.
"Well your just gonna have to sleep with her again" Pete slurred leaning back in his chair.
"I plan on it" Patrick through a hand full of fries at Pete who lost his balance and fell back. Patrick began laughing so hard he fell off his chair as well.
"shhh Pete"
"what, wait where'd you go"
"I'm down here"
Pete lifted up the table cloth, which was once white but now was covered in there food"
"HEY how'd you get down here"
Pete crawled under the table cloth.
"Pete your drunk"
"maybe I am a little."
They were laughing so loudly sitting on the floor, that a young couple on there honey moon complained to the waitress about the two very loud gentlemen who were ruing there evening. This was the second time the waitress had to come over and ask them to calm down. The first time was when Pete threw a chicken finger at Patrick, who ducked and Pete ended up hitting an older man in the back of the head. The older man laughed and didn't seam to mind but his hag wife was sure pissed.
"I'm sorry lady Pete is bad you-you-you should throw him out"
"Noooooooooo Patty don't spread terrible lies about me"
The waitress left clearly knowing that she wouldn't get through.
Patrick leaned back in his chair. He was full drunk and happy. They finally caught there breath from laughing when his phone rang.
"who is it"
"I am going to find that out now"
"hello"
"hey"
"oh hi cat"
Suddenly Patrick felt a bit more sober but not but much. He was still feeling giddy and crazy.
"is that cat?" Pete chimed in.
"patty's lil honey, his piece o' ass, kitty cat, meow, meow."
"Pete shut up"
"meow, meow, perr, perr meow"
"sorry"
"its ok, are you ok you sound a bit…well…smashed"
"I am. Actually I got terribly drunk with Pete, because I had a terribly shitty day"
"well I'm sorry to hear that sugar, how about I call you when you are sober and you can tell me all about ok stud,"
"okie dokie"
"buy"
-click-
Cat walked back into the living room. She wasn't sure what to think. She missed Patrick she truly did but right now she wasn't sure what to say or how to act. She was calling because she had needed to talk to him but he incapacitated. She had never even been close to a celebrity, and now she was kinda sorta seeing one. She had Googled his name as well as the band and as soon as she herd the music she was stunned. She had spent plenty of work days singing 'dance, dance' but she never knew who it was by and she didn't really care. And what the computer brought up for Patrick was equally impressive.
"hey isn't that the guy who you"
"ya josh it is"
"WOW"
"I know, what did I get my self into"
"I don't know kid, you know how many girls Google there boy toys, I bet none of them got these results"
"you think"
"ya, he's kinda cute in a weird nerdy sort of way"
"I always thought as much,"
"I kinda think he looks better with the weight on him, he doesn't look like a 12 year old boy."
"don't say that"
"hey I call em like I see em"
"besides I'd really wouldn't mind bending that Pete over"
"oh josh"
"that tight ass of his, he would fight at first but he would enjoy it"
"and now its in my head forever"
" I wonder how many girls can say they saw both of them naked at the same time"
" I may be the first"
"how was he"
"who"
"Patrick, the guy who has you reading Romeo and Juliet and singing love songs."
"he's great he's sweet and funny and nice and "
"I meant the only thing that matters the sex"
"josh"
"what that's why I left Ben he couldn't deliver what I wanted"
"ok so that makes you a whore"
"an expensive whore, you gonna tell me"
"I don't know"
"that bad"
"no it wasn't bad I just don't know how to describe it, he clearly knew what he was doing"
"its not brain surgery, the concept is the same not matter what stick it in the hole"
"3"
"3?"
"3"
"3 minuets"
"no…orgasms."
"oh my"
"oh it was hot and passionate and ohh"
" well I must be off, I have a date"
"have fun"
"if it goes good I wont be home."
And once again Cat was alone with her thoughts about Patrick. The young man she hadn't even got to know but felt like she knew every thing about. She loved him. They weren't even dating and she knew very little about him but she loved him. She realized it in her apartment, the way his arms felt around her powerful and gentle. The way he kissed her. God and those lips, had she ever kiss lips as beautiful and full as those lips. But it was his eyes that had sold her. Those terribly sad eyes.
She knew the first time she saw him that some thing horrible had happened to him. They were like the eyes of a child. He looked so beautifully sad. She noticed his friends to oh yes how could you not, they were just as loud and obnoxious as any group of teenagers she had, had to wait on. They would ogle her and make cracks about who she liked best. It was truly demoralizing ,but she still kept the top buttons on he blouse undone and she would lean in to take orders. Why? so she could get a decent tip so she can pay her rent. God those eyes, they made her so nervous she tried every thing to get him to look at her she wanted nothing more then to see the longing in is eye. Popping her hip out laughing really hard at some lame joke the dark hair guy said, putting her hand on Patrick's shoulder bending over in front of him to pick up her pen. He never said a word he shrugged her hand off of his broad shoulders. He'll he didn't even order for him self, the dark haired guy with the tattoos did that. She had the attention of all but Patrick. She was pissed and flustered that's when she dumped water all over him. His friends laughed.
"way to go Barbie" the tall skinny one had snapped.
Cat got up and walked in to the kitchen. She was in need of comfort food. She placed two pieces of white bread and slathered them with Peanut butter and chocolate icing and topped it off with banana slices. It tasted like heaven. She tried to keep her mind on the food but it just drifted back to Patrick. She stuffed the last few bites into her mouth as she headed into her room. She stripped down in front of her mirror and for a moment she saw his big smooth hands over her body. She let out a moan. And as she thought of his body and felt her self grow wet. Oh that body those firm thick legs, his round butt oh and his belly… it was so wonderfully round and soft. It looked so perfect on his frame. OH how she would love to feed him in bed. Those full lips sucking on a chocolate covered strawberry. She laid back on her bed and slipped her hand in between her thighs she moaned with pleasure as she thought of him and them. It didn't take her long to work up to an orgasm and she thought about having another go, maybe even pulling out her vibrator. No, it wasn't the same. It wasn't him.
Cat lay back and smiled. It was nice to have her fait in love restored. Ever scene she was a little girl she believed in it. She wasn't religious, she didn't go to church. She didn't care for scientific theory's evolution and the big bang board her nearly to tears. But love that was something she as an artist believed in above of all things. After countless bad relation ships her hope was beginning to fail. But Patrick had restored all of her faith. How do you tell a guy that your in love with him when you hardly know him. You cant that's how if she did he would run for the hills. Or would he? Patrick was different then the other guys she had been with. She stretched her arms out and closed her eyes and dreamt of Patrick laying next to her with his strong arms wrapped around his waist.
