You and Pat had been arguing about what to get for dinner. He wanted Chinese but you wanted pizza.
"You got to pick last time Patrick." You complained.
"No! We went out to your favorite pizza joint."
You guys ended up getting Chinese and you didn't want any so you just walked over to Starbucks and got your favorite drink. Pat was walking the corner when he got bombarded by a bunch of girl fans. You walked over to him and he got really quiet.
"Hey Y/N. I was just talking to some fans." Pat said quickly.
You didn't care that he was talking to fans because he was a pro it's just that he was acting really weird. He said by to the fans and one of the girls winked and said good luck.
"What was that all about?" You asked a tad bitchy.
"Y/N those were fans I wasn't flirting."
"I never said you were flirting. Pat, what's with you?" You asked sadly.
"Nothing!" He exclaimed.
You drove home in silence and he tried to talk to you but you weren't having it. You two walked up to your apartment and tried ignore Pat but he was letting you go.
"Pat let me go." You say because he was grabbing your arms and trying to wrestle you.
"No. Do you love me?" He asked grabbing your face.
Then he started tickling you and you never liked to be tickle but one thing usually led to another when he tickled you.
"Pat! Stop! Oh my god that tickles."
"I love you Y/N." He said trying to hint at you.
"I love you too Pat. Now stop!" You cried.
He finally stopped and you ended up eating the food he bought.
