-1The next morning Patrick woke up with a pounding head ach. Rolling over to see Pete curled up next to him in bed. He laid there a few more minuets until natures call could no longer be ignored. After reliving him self he decided on a shower. This time he was sure to bring his clothes in with him.

"I have to stop drinking, it's gonna kill me."

Patrick's eyes were red and blood shot, his skin was red and splotchy, and he was bloated from eating too much greasy food. After his shower he collapsed on the couch and dosed for an hour or so. Patrick woke up to Pete shoveling greasy bacon into his mouth. He sat up sharply and hung his head in between his knees and told him self over and over 'I will not get sick I will not get sick' And for a minuet he had convinced him self. The room stopped spinning, his stomach no longer felt like it was upside down. He took a few slow deep breaths before he sat back up.

"are you gonna be ok"

"ya I'm fine"

"you want some bacon and eggs"

The eggs looked slightly runny and were covered in grease from the bacon and then topped off with 3 slices of greasy cheddar cheese. As soon as the smell hit Patrick he knew he was going to be sick. Patrick hardly made it to the bath room before throwing up. He was in the bathroom emptying the contents of his stomach for almost half an hour. Pete asked from the other room if Patrick was ok. He didn't care to go in. Throwing up was a terribly nasty thing. If Patrick was truly ill maybe he would sit on the edge of the tub and 'hold his hair back' (as the saying went) but he knew that Patrick was fine. This was the way Patrick handled a hangover (well a bad hangover) and it was best he did throw up. Patrick would feel terrible all day until some thing made him ill then (aside from the terrible felling one gets from throwing up) he would feel a million times better.

Pete herd the shower turn on once again and he laughed, this time he was only in for a few minuets. Patrick once again changed clothes and joined Pete on the couch.

"I feel better now"

"I'm sure"

"are we going to get some work done to day"

"I hope so… are you sure you don't want some thing to eat"

"get that away from me"

There was a knock at the door. Neither of them moved to get it.

"Open up its us" It was the Panic! Boys

"well now I really don't wanna get up and get the door"

"you should"

"why me"

"I think I'm gonna get sick again"

"Your full of shit"

Pete stood up and opened the door.

"what do you guys need"

"I was wondering if we were ever gonna get this cd done" Ryan said with a touch a sarcasm in his voice.

"well you weren't taking it very seriously so I figured why should we"

"can we come in I have to pee" Spencer said shifting his weight from leg to leg.

"ya come on in, but Patrick got sick so I don't know how clean it is"

"DONTCARE" Spencer yelled as he dashed into the bathroom.

"so you guys partied" Ryan asked

"no, we just grabbed a couple drinks in the hotel"

"no need to get so jealous Ry" Patrick chimed in

"you guys gonna stay"

"no we have an interview in a few hours we just came to see" Brendon stopped

"see what" Patrick asked raising his eye brows.

"how-you- were-doing" Jon said

Patrick nodded.

"well I'm fine"

"that's good…you know we were all worried about you"

"I'm fine. And I'll see you guys around 7 so we can get work done"

"BUY" they said at the same time.

Patrick flopped back down on the couch and sighed. He felt hungry now. Pete laid his head in Patrick's lap. His black hair fell across his forehead.

"you've got such a comfy lap"

"uh thanks"

"your welcome"

"so what time did you tell them"

"7"

"ok,"

Pete sat up and grabbed his side kick,

"can you get my phone, I wanna call cat."

"sure"

Patrick got up and headed to the bed room, he wanted to be alone to talk to her. 'I hope she's not pissed I haven't called her' he thought.

"hello"

"hey its me"

"hey Patrick what's up"

"nothing, hey sorry I didn't call you yesterday I got busy"

"oh I talked to you"

"you did"

"ya you had a few to many I'm guessing"

"oh god cat I'm so sorry if said some thing or asked you some thing or-"

"Patrick its ok, I've gotten shit faced many a times, so"

"so what"

"I don't know are you busy"

"no why are you"

"no I just wanted to talk about some thing"

"ok"

A wave of nerves crashed over Patrick, that's what people said when they wanted to break up. Granted they weren't dating but Patrick liked her he didn't want her to say she met some one else or realized how gorse he was. Her and Mr. Tall dark thin and handsome were probably laughing at him right now.

'wow cat you really bagged a looser, you mean he really though you liked him'

'ya tell me about it he was so pathetic I knew if I slept with him it would be hilarious'

'oh my fucking god. that's so sick, how did you do it'

'oh I know, it was the most discussing thing I have ever done. I thought I would gage. I mean god that guy was such a lard ass'

"Patrick"

"what"

Cat pulled him out of his day dream.

"I asked if you were listening to me but I guess not"

"I'm really sorry I was thinking"

"what about?"

"nothing what were you saying"

"oh it wasn't that important any way"

"ok"

"well actually it is kinda important"

"oh well"

"I like you"

"I-I-I-I like y-y-you too"

Patrick leaned back on his bed. And smiled those 3 words were amazing, were there any better set of words in the human language. Well ok there were and those were 3 other little words he would love to hear her utter to him.

"where do we stand"

"what"

"us, where do we stand"

"I don't know, where do you think we stand"

"I asked you"

"I'm not good at these things, I rush into them and they never end well."

"that's ok you don't have to be good"

"that will be easy"

"you know I searched all that stuff you told me"

"oh"

"ya"

"what are we doing here Patrick"

"what do you mean"

"us, what are we"

"people"

Patrick nervously laughed at his own sad joke. Things were going ok but then she brought up his job and they felt weird again. Did this mean she liked him less or more or just want to be friends. Patrick didn't think he could stand being just friends with her. It was all or nothing…but then again he felt like he needed her.

"did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry"

"you spend a lot of time in your head"

"it's a curse"

"I would love to know what goes on in there"

"trust me you don't, but what did you say"

"I asked what were we doing together you know us, are we dating, just messing around what"

"its more then messing around"

"…so we're… dating"

"if you don't wanna date me its ok, it wouldn't be the first time"

"No I do, I really like you, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page ya know? I didn't wanna get attached to you if I was just a fling"

"I don't think you could ever be just a fling"

"so"

"so"

"you take a cute picture"

"um thanks"

"no really you do me and Josh really thought so"

"I hate them, lets talk about some thing else"

"are you sure, your one fine piece of ass you know that"

"sure"

"so I'm dating a rock star…I wonder how many girls get to say that."