Chapter 3

Courtney *POV*

"YOU SUCK!"

I shot up in bed when I heard someone yelling. For a short moment I almost freaked out, it was the first time I woke up in my new room. I put my hand to my head and got out from under the covers.

"MOTHERFUUHH!"

I swung my bedroom door open and marched into the livingroom. When I got there I found Joe and Pete playing mariokart on the TV. Joe must have been winning because Pete looked like he was about to throw his controller at the wall.

"Woooo!" Joe screamed, on the screen donkey kong crossed the finish line.

I let out I groan and stood there with my head in my hand. Then I heard someone come up and stand next to me. It was Patrick, he looked like crap. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was standing in every direction, and he looked pissed. He growled when he saw Pete and Joe wrestling over who gets to choose the next coarse.

"Hey!" he yelled. Pete and Joe froze, his thunderous voice even made me jump. "Do you know what time it is?!"

"It's like 9," Pete said.

Patrick turned bright red and looked like he was about to explode. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "Will you guys just keep it down, I don't feel so great. Just please, please, shut up," he mummbled and trudged back to him and Joe's room.

"Alright," Joe called, but Patrick just waved his arm and slammed the door.

"What's his deal?" Pete asked.

I shook my head, "How should I know, thanks for waking me up though," I said sarcastically.

"No problem, hey could you make some pancakes?" Joe asked with his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"I would love to," I said in a sweet voice. "Too bad no one set up the fucking kitchen!" I said through clenched teeth.

"What? We had to set up and break in the SNES," Pete said, seemingly hypnotized by the TV.

"Do you want to get punched in the face?"

"You too? Why is everyone so crabby this morning?" Pete said.

"Hmmm let's see, you woke me up, ask me to make food, when you haven't even set up the kitchen, oh yeah! And you don't even ask me if I wanted to play mariokart!" I screamed.

There was a moment of silence, then from behind me a door slamed open. I spun around and saw Patrick storming out of his room furious. "I told you guys to be quiet!" he yelled walking towards me.

I took in a sharp breath as he picked me up by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. "What the fuck?!" I asked in shock. He turned around and walked back into the hallway.

Andy was just getting out of the shower as Patrick passed him, "What the," he asked confused as he dried off his hair with a towel.

Patrick ignored him and went striaght to my room. He threw me down on the bed, "Woah-umph! W-well at least buy me dinner first!" I stuttered, trying to make this situation lighter. To be honest, I was a little scared of what he was going to do next. I had never seen him like this before.

He just stood there breathing heavily staring at me. My eyes were the size of baseballs, I peeked past him and saw the other guys in the door way. They all watched with their mouths wide open. Like I said, it was not like Patrick to do something so... like this.

His glare softened and he looked harmless again, "Just, be quiet," he said looking down. He turned around and ducked out of my room.

We all stood dumbfounded, "What was that?!" Pete whispered.

"I don't think Patrick is a morning person..." Andy said softly.

I just nodded slowly, still in shock of what just happened. "Let's never make noise in the morning again."

"Yeah," the guys said in unison.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in an old blue towel. I put my hair up in another towel and wiped down the foggy mirror. I took a quick look over and grabbed my brush. I reached for the doorknob and froze with the realization that one of the guys could be behind the door, and I was about to step outside, in only a towel.

With a new found caution, I slowly opened the door just a crack and peaked my head out. I mapped out the best route to my room, which was across the livingroom. Pete and Joe were still playing the SNES and Andy was sitting at our make shift table drinking coffee. I took a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and close the door behind me.

Just as I was about to make a break for my room, Joe bounced to his feet. "I'm gonna grab some munchables, be right back."

I backed into the hallway again and my back met a soft coushiony something. A set of hands caught my sides. I froze and immediatly tesned up. I slowly turned around and saw Patrick blinking hard behind his glasses. I don't think he noticed I was just wearing a towel.

"Hey Courtney, what? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked yawning. He glanced down, took a double-take, and turned red. He quickly removed his hands, but as he did my towel fell. I screamed and covered my mouth. I quickly bent down and grabbed my towel and held it infront of me.

"Uhh-uhh, I uhhh. You-" he said looking away. "Do you need a shirt or..." he stuttered holding his hand up to cover me.

"Yes please," I squeaked.

He sped back into his room and brought back a big t shirt and a pair of boxers. He threw them at me and I slipped back into the bathroom. I put my back on the door and let out a deep sigh. Well that was awkward. I changed into the clothes and went back outside.

"Hey Andy! Sam is calling from the bar!" Joe yelled from the kitchen.

"Tell him to fuck off!" Andy yelled back. He was sitting on the couch watching TV with Pete and Patrick.

"Well no need to be nude- I mean rude! No need to be rude!" Patrick corrected himself. He glanced at me and then at the floor, his face as red as a tomato.

"Did you say? Never mind, I don't wanna know," Pete said shaking his head.

I speed walked striaght into my room and flopped on my bed. I'm never coming out of my room again.

The rest of the day I spent unpacking my last boxes and sending texts back and forth with Frank. He kept asking for a pic of the apartment so I sent him a few. He seemed really adament about them. It was about 3 when I heard a knocking on my door.

"Hey, we've got a gig tonight. You wanna tag along and be our groupie?" Pete asked from the other side of my bedroom door.

"Already? Hmm, I don't know."

"Come oonnnnnnn! You've been in there all day. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I think I'll sit this one out; find a college maybe?" I said.

"Fine. We'll bring you back a beer or something."

A couple of hours had pasted and I was sitting on the couch in my pjs watching X Men. It was raining pretty hard outside, I could hear the droplets crashing against the windows. At the moment, I was trying to catch as many cheerios in my mouth as possible. Thinking of what mutation I would want the door bell rang. That's odd. We don't know anyone in Chicago. The guys have a key, why would they use the door bell?

Confused, I got up and walked to the door. I looked through the peep hole to try and see who was there, but it was too dark. All I could make out was a tall and skinny silhouette standing infront of the door.

Hesitantly I opened the door and gasped. It was him, his long dark hair stuck to his face from the rain, his deep dark brown eyes staring me in the face, and that playful smirk across his face. It was Gerard. "Gerard? W-what are you-"

I was cut short as his lips crashed against mine. He held me close, his hands squeezing my arms. I didn't resist as he slipped his hot tounge into my mouth. Water from his hair dripped onto my face as we stood there. He push his hips closer to mine as he changed to angle of his face and deepen the kiss. He finally pulled away, still wearing that famous smirk.

"Well hey there sugar."

Hey guys! Woo, finally got this one out. Sorry it's been taking me so long to post lately. I've run into a little bit of writers block. Once I get the ball rolling I should be good though. Don't worry, I will not abandon this story until it is finished. So how did we like the chapter? Hmmm? Little aggressive Patrick, we like? Just never wake a sleeping Patrick. Comment! Tell me what you think! Anywhore... Thnks Fr Rdng!