You're Just So Irresistible

Cinnamon Toast Crush ;)

        You jerk awake, you're shaking, someone's in your ro-!.........Paaaatriiick. The first thing you see through the darkness is his pale, goofy grin barely a foot away from your face. Even though you're tired, you can't help but smile at how dorky he is, shaking the bed to wake you up. Rolling away from him onto your tummy and pulling the covers over your head you make yourself a human burrito. "Five more minutes!!!" you whine. Groggy and sore you want to stay in bed forever. Patrick's weight lifts from the bed, and you hear him sigh playfully, "Fine... but only five!" Wiggling to make yourself more comfortable you close your eyes, facing away from the singer, and listen to his footsteps fade, sweetly leaving you alone.

        Moments later your breath catches in your throat, your bed falls out from under you, or more accurately, you're lifted from it. You let out a squeak of surprise, trying to stay balanced until you realize it's just Patrick picking you up. Still nervous, you wrap your arms around his neck for fear of falling. Your heart is pounding while he takes the first few steps when you're in his arms, but he doesn't even waver. Patrick's hold is so sure and you can feel his flexed muscles against you, your nerves are settled enough for you to relax. You loosen your arms around his neck, probably letting him breathe again, and giggle to yourself. He looks down at you and gives you another breathtaking smile, "I love your laugh, you know?"

"I bet I love yours even more."

"No way"

"Yes way"

"Not possible"

"So possible'

....

        By the time you've exhausted every way to playfully disagree with each other you've descended the stairs and reached the kitchen. Patrick clearly prepared for you, seeing as all your favorite cereals are lined up on the island. Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, Fruity Pebbles, etc. but at the very front of the line is your true favorite: Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Reaching out your arms and making grabby hands you make a little whine, and Patrick moves closer so you can reach the box. Once you have the box in your arms he takes you into the living room, which is pretty much just an awesome couch and TV. He gently places you sideways on the couch with a smile and gives you a gesture to stay there while he walks away. You don't have to be told twice to lay on a couch.

        You look around the room, at the couch, and try to figure out which remote is which. By the time you have a good guess at this Patrick walks back in with two bowls stacked, with two spoons in the top one. He has a whole gallon of milk in the other hand, and some napkins tucked between his elbow and body. Seeing him carry all this at once reminds you of the saying 'A true man only makes one trip' and you smile, imagining him trying to carry loads of groceries. He sets the load down piece by piece, and when he's done with that he pours you both a bowl. Wordlessly, he stretches out one hand to help you up and thumbs towards the movie cabinet with the other. Taking his hand, calloused from guitar strings, you get up and join him at the cabinet. Turning your head sideways to read the titles better you pick one of your favorites, The Princess Bride. Patrick puts the movie in, and gets it going. You were right about which remote was which after all.

     Blankets and pillows are passed around and shared until the both of you are plenty warm. Even though you're in a light hoodie and Patrick is in his Batman pajama pants you snuggle together, but not for warmth ;) Neither of you have spoken, but no words could ever completely explain what this moment is like.