Teen Movie Romance [[Patrick Stump]] One Shot

I sat in my room fidding with my blanket. It was a Friday night, it was pouring rain, and I was home alone again. I'm probbaly one of the most pathetic 17-year-old girls in history.
I looked around my room and sighed. All of my friends were probably out partying. Even Kiana had somehwre to be--granted that probably Ryan's bed but at least it was somewhere. I, on the other hand, sat at home watching the rain hit my window and slowly lull me to sleep.
I lay on tp of my blankets, still fully clothes barely processing the sounds from the movie playing on my tv across teh room. I could faintly hear the end of Pretty in Pink and I fully intended to be just like Molly Ringwald in that movie.
My dreams of an 80's movie romance were soon interupted by a loud knock on the door. I sighed and stood up, stalking down the stairs to see who had so horribly interupted my dreams.
My heart fluttered slightly at the sight before me. Patrick stood on my doorstep, soaked to the bone from the pending rain and he looked very sad. I smiled faintly and wrapped my arms around him, not caring if I got soaked. He looked like he needed a hug and no matter what, I'm there for him.
"Come in Trick, I'll get you a towel." I whispered, pulling away from the tight embrace we had been locked in. He nodded and headed up to my room.
I walked past him to the bathroom and grabbed my favourite fluffy blue towel. I walked back in my room and saw Patrick standing in the middle of the floor, staring out the window. "You can sit down, you know."
"I don't wanna soak your bed." he replied, looking at me through soaked glasses and his drenched hair. I smiled and hanged him the towel. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my bed and made him sit.
He took his glasses and his hat off and layed them on my bed, running the towel over his head and face. I grabbed his glasses and cleaned them with my pillowcase, making them less foggy and much more dry. He smiled slightly, placing his hat and glasses back on. "thanks Lacey."
"What's going on Trick? Not that I don't enjoy your company but it's pouring ran and you look exceptionally un-happy." I leaned against the headboard of my bed and looked at him seriously.
"Nikki cheated on me....it's over..." he muttered, looking at the black and silver blanket he sat on.
"Oh Patrick." I whispered, getting up and scooting closer to him. "I'm so sorry."
He shrugged. "I should have know, you know. It's not like I could have expected her to really like me."
I wrapped my arms around him in a futile attept to make him feel better. "Patrick, she's so not worth it."
"I thought she was." he whispered.
"You deserve so much better than her though, Trick. She's going to realize how much she misses you and come crawling back and you can tell her where to stick it because you don't need her shit."
A small smile came across his lips and he returned the hug I had him locked in. "Thanks Lacey. Why are you so good at making me smile."
"It's what I'm here for. Friends to the end Trick." He nodded. "And quite frankly, you should be relieved to be rid of Nikki. She was so wrong for you."
"What do you mean?" he asked, looking at me with his pretty hazel-green eyes.
I shrugged. "Patrick, you're so sweet, you're like the perfect guy. You're sweet, caring, adorable, you have an amazing voice, you have a contagious smile, you make the cutest facial expressions, and you never say the wrong thing. She's one of the meanest girls in our class--I never understood how you and her ended up together."
He looked at me and smiled. "I was so excited that she actually liked me, I didnt care if she was a skank and a bitch. It was like, wow, someone actually liked me..."
I shook my head. "Patrick, you're so clueless."
He looked at me with confusion and I answered his question by pressing my lips to his.
He pulled away, a smile against his perfet pink lips and he ran his fingers through my hair. "What....was...that...for?"
"I have liked you since we were 13." I laughed. "and I thought you should know that Nikki isnt the only one who liked you."
He smirked and pulled me towards him and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back greedily and wrapped my arms around his neck. Any romance that had been started with the cuteness of this situation had just been demolished with the impending make-out session that was taking place on my bed.
He pulled me closer to him and then leaned against me, pushing both of us down onto bed. I layed back against my fluffy pillows, feeling Patrick's wet clothes pressing against me as we kissed like it was the end of the world.
Patrick pulled away quickly, a deep crimson colour setling in on his cheeks. "I..I...I have to go."
I looked at him in disbelief and nodded. He scurried out of my room and then ut of the house. I pulled the wet towel that he had off of my bed and wrapped it around my pillow and hugged the pillow to me. If only he hadn't left...
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Monday rolled around slowly and painfully. I sat outside on the picnic table during lunch. Kianad, Marissa, Tanisha and I were sitting at our table under our tree and talking about how much we hated our school uniforms.
I sighed and looked across the courtyard. Patrick was siting with his friends, laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened Friday night.
"I cannot believe you and patrick made out." Kiana laughed. "on your bed...while no one was home."
Marissa and Tanisha gawked at me. "YOU WHAT!" they screamed in unison.
Everybody sitting outside turned and looked at me. I blushed and looked down. "god could you have said that any louder?!"
Marissa smirked. "No but I can say this louder. OH MY GOD! YOU MADE OUT WITH PATRICK STUMP!?"
I looked at her in absolute shock and threw my chemistry book at her. I jumped off of the table and took off running back into the school to hide in the bathroom until the embarassment subsided. I had almsot made it to the stairs when a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around. I crashed into someones chest and slowly felt a set of lips against my own.
It was definately Patrick. You don't forget a kiss like that. I relaxed and kissed back, leaning closer to him and putting my arms around his neck and messing with the hair that stuck out of his newsboy cap which he looked terribly cute in.
"I'm so sorry I left Friday night." he whispered as he pulled away.
I nodded. "it's okay."
A smile crept across my face and I looked up into his eyes. "I know how you can make it up to me."
He smiled. "And how is that?"
I looked around and grabbed his hand, dragging him into the janitor's closet across the hall. As soon as the door shut behind us I pushed him up against it. "Maybe you'll figure it out in here."