-1"Ow Ow OWWW Your on my hair"

"sorry you should cut it"

Cat sat up in bed tying her hair up in a pony tale. Patrick of course was kidding, her hair was thick long and came down between her shoulder blades and he truly would be devastated if she cut it.

"are you nuts"

"yes, yes I am"

"I hate you"

"good"

They were in Patrick's bed it had been about three weeks sense he got back from Vegas. They had just gotten back from the movies and a walk along the pier. The walk had to be cut short mainly because they couldn't keep there hands off each other and they were about to do it there in plane view of every body, also there was some one fallowing them and taking pictures. The photographer didn't look old enough to buy a drink, and Patrick told Cat that who ever it was, was most likely waiting for Pete to appear. But the main reason was that they sky had ripped open and poured ice cold rain down on them.

"hey share the blankets"

"Bitch please" Patrick said snapping his fingers.

Cat giggled as she slid her feet under Patrick. She had learned a lot about Patrick sense there first night together. She learned that he wasn't nearly as shy as he let on. Underneath that little boy covering was a completely crazy nerd. Patrick made fun of his self all the time, could do weird impressions and make Cat laugh until she pissed he pants. And she had on one occasion. She also knew that he had just come out of a messy relation ship. She knew that the change in attitude was just the past becoming the past.

Cat ran her hand along and over Patrick's slightly smaller stomach. He had lost weight. Cat wasn't wild about it at first but it wasn't her body so naturally Patrick could do what he pleased with it. Like make love to her.

"this is all I get? Cuddling?"

"what's wrong with that"

"nothing but now your gonna make me work to get you naked"

"Wha-"

Cat didn't have time to finish her thought let along what she was about to say. Patrick was straddling her body and pulling off her clothes along with his. Cat squealed and fought a bit, it was no use playing hard to get because she wanted to be fucked. No love making tonight no Patrick moaning lovely things to her. He would fuck her. And as far as Cat was concerned that was more then alright. She loved when Patrick got rough, demanding and forceful it was hot. And the screaming was good for her lungs.

Patrick rolled off of her with a grunt. Cat lay there in shock at what had happened, he body was still in a pleasure educed comma. She finally forced her body to sit up enough to give Patrick a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you."

"what was that?"

"I love you Patrick I really do"

"don't say that unless you mean it"

Patrick rolled on to his side, his hair was plastered to the side of his face with sweat his eyes burned into her. She could see a storm brewing in the distance of his ocean gray eyes

"I do you mean it"

"I've herd it before and-"

"its ok"

Cat kissed him softly

"I just wanted you to know"

"I really have strong feelings for you cat, but I've thought I was in love before and it turned out to be any thing but that"

"its all right…if you loose any more weight we might have a problem"

"what?"

"your getting far to thin for my taste"

"Hardly" Patrick said with a grin as he laid back down, allowing cat to rest her head on his stomach.

"I'm no joking, really how much have you lost"

"not much"

"oh come on just tell me"

"5 or 6 pounds not a lot at all"

Cat set up. She looked like a goddess sitting in front of Patrick. Her heart shaped face framed by rich chocolate colored hair. Brown doe eyes, high cheek bones and a roman nose gave way to pouting lips. Then came her neck, Patrick had never gotten excited over a women's neck but Cats drove him wild, long and slender and melted in to her slim narrow shoulders and long elegant arms, oh and her chest. Could any of the gods create a better specimen of woman hood? Her large tear shaped breasts were the perfect size. At 36 C she was much more then a hand full but they sat so perfectly on her curvy figure. Her chest curved into her slender waist, soft at the touch. Then on to the main event. Those hips, wide and full her butt was a perfect apple shape and her legs were thick and long. Oh how Patrick was wild for her bottom half. He spent hours and hours on end admiring it and fantasizing about it. She was perfect she was a goddess she was his.

"that's it, no more of this exercise thing"

"ahuh"

Patrick wasn't listening he was looking at her. 'God she's beautiful' he thought 'I don't deserve her…not at all, no matter how I look or what I do. I don't deserve any one like her'

"Hey"

Patrick looked up (this time at her face)

"I like how you looked before, I really did don't kill your self to look good for me, when I was happy with how you were"

Patrick sighed, he truly didn't want to talk about this.

"lay back down"

"Patrick-"

"come on" he patted the bed and rolled over. He hoped she had picked up on the fact that he was finished with this discussion, there were times Cat would keep pushing things. Thankfully she just curled up next to Patrick and closed her eyes.

Cat was awoken around 3. Some one was knocking on the door.

"Patrick?"

"ya I'm up"

She lay there next to him in silence listening to the lock in the door turn.

"who is that?"

"either a blood thirsty vampire…or Pete. Please be a vampire please be a vampire please be a vampire please be a-"

"PATRICK?!"

"Its Pete."

"I see"

"PATRICK?!" Pete yelled again from the other room.

"Pete, I'm coming hold on"

Patrick looked back at Cat and laughed as he pulled up a his jeans and boxers and tugged a t shirt over his head. He didn't bother looking for his hat and it really was no big deal it was only Pete.

"I'll be right back" He said as he placed a kiss on Cats lips and heading out the door.

Cat flopped back on the bed and sighed. It was late…ok so it was early. Cat had to work she had told Patrick that she couldn't stay the night. She had told him that they couldn't fool around but what happens? Patrick flashes that gorgeous grin and before she knows it her panties are off. Cat stood up and started getting dressed. She knew that if Patrick came back she would never be able to leave. Damn his charm and good looks. She smoothed down the front of her dress it was still damp, she could hear the rain out side, it was pouring. She rummaged through Patrick's room until she found a hoodie she pulled it on and zipped it up. She tried to smooth her hair down but there was really no use. "damn him" she mumbled under her breath. She paused before opening the door. She could hear mumbled voices through the door, she smiled and as she walked out into the living room.

They both glanced up at her. Patrick looked more surprised then Pete, although he did look shocked to see her.

"I have to go"

"you don't have too"

"I have work I told you I couldn't say" Cat bent down and gave Patrick a quick peck on the cheek.

"by, I'll call you tomorrow." she tossed a little wave to Pete, she didn't want to come off rude.

"by"

The door slammed shut and Patrick returned his attention back to Pete. Pete raised an eye brow and studied Patrick carefully.

"no wonder you look so good"

"what do you mean"

"all of that vigorous exercise you've been getting in the sack"

"shut up Pete…better yet why are you here?"

"you told me to shut up"

"ya but when do you listen to me"

"good point, I just got back in town"

"from… New York"

Patrick's eyes fallowed Pete as he walked around.

"yep"

"how's ash?"

"good she sent her love, have you lost weight?"

"don't change the subject"

"I wasn't I was bridging subjects"

"that's the same thing"

"like it matters, have you"

"sure, how was it"

"it was great"

"I really love her"

"I know you do"

"I still have yet to meet Cat"

"you just got back in town"

"I don't care, why are you sneaking around with her"

"what, Pete you are ridiculous. I'm not sneaking around"

"come on, who have you introduced her to?"

Patrick was quiet.

"really? WOW Patrick I at least thought you would have let your dad meet her"

"I'm not sneaking around with her"

"Patrick, you didn't even tell me she was here."

"you just showed up here, I wasn't even dressed"

"you get so defensive" Pete said laughing.

"I'm going to kill you"

"naw, well I'm going to get going. I do want to get to know her though. I don't like the idea of you sneaking around with some girl I barley know."

"ok, I'll see you later"

"oh! I got some lyrics done, I don't know what you think but maybe you can look them over and give me your input" Pete handed Patrick a few pieces of folded up paper.

"you know I live for this"

Pete laughed "ya I'm sure. So I'll call you up tomorrow? Maybe we can get together or some thing."

"sounds like a plan"

"ok by"

"Later"

Patrick locked his door again and headed back into his room. He just stood there a few minuets looking at the empty bed. It looked so big and cold with out Cat laying there. He couldn't help but be sad Cat left, but at the same time he under stood. She did say she had to work. He toyed with the idea of calling her up but decided against it. If she didn't want to spend the night then she wouldn't want him calling her. Finally Patrick decided that sleep would be the best choice for him. He stripped off his jeans but left his t shirt on. The blankets still smelled like Cat. Sweet and rich. Slowly Patrick drifted off to sleep.

Jackie Haynes sat in a beauty parlor getting her hair and nails done. The young Asian girl was busying her self rubbing lotion up and down Jackie's perfectly toned legs. Jackie was a pretty girl but she knew this. How ever she was really nothing all that special. Your run of the mill blond bimbo. Jackie had blond hair, not the pretty natural hair or even attempted to look natural hair, hers was color treated platinum blond. She had an overly made up face. Too much foundation, eye make up, blush. Her face wasn't any thing special. She had D breasts and being a size 2 it certainly doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they were fake. They weren't the only thing fake about her, her nose and lips were also made in china. She flashed a smile at the young woman doing her pedicure. She was in there once very two weeks to be waited on. She considered some of the girls close friends… even though she loved to gossip relentlessly about them, or any one for that matter.

Today was like any other day she got her beauty treatments, hair nails skin and a tan. She sipped a light skim low fat latté as she flipped through a magazine. Then she read some thing. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared as her green eyes settled on a set of photos of a couple holding hands, kissing and holding each other. The curvy dark haired girl was some one Jackie had never seen. Jackie didn't think she was ugly but the girl was no where near as hot as she was. 'they'll just put any on in a magazine now adays wont they' she thought to her self as her eyes rested on the young man she was with. There was a hat pulled over his head, he was slightly chubby, and had side burn. There was no denying who it was, Patrick. A smile crept across Jackie's lips as she read the caption under the photos. "Fall Out Boy Falls In Love?" A crackle of laughter escaped her as she thought of her old friend.

"Wha so founny Mes Heyynees" the girl said in a thick oriental accent.

"oh nothing just thought of an old friend is all"