Wildflowers

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

As I pull up to Patrick's house I can tell his dad makes a lot of money. Not that I care but it's just something you notice. It's a large, classic looking house with some white pillars in the front and a long driveway. We sit there for what seems like forever before he says anything, just listening to "Come Together" by The Beatles, softly on the radio.

'Thanks, Jo for the ride home' Patrick smiles and I can't help but look at his gorgeous brown eyes.

'No worries at all' I say back snapping out of it.

He waits for a minute not getting out and staring nervously at his hands. I could tell he was thinking about something and before I could ask him what it was, he speaks up.

'Okay I am just going to say something and if it doesn't land then pretend I never even said anything okay?' I nod in response.

Patrick takes a deep breath in and quickly says 'I like you, like more than a friend. I have for a while actually. You are just so cool and laid back and gorgeous and a great surfer and good friend who is easy to talk to. I feel like I can tell you anything and you won't judge me. And you're so funny and I can't even imagine someone like you liking someone like me because I am nothing special at all. not compared to Jimmy who is like a Beach Boy wannabe......' I cut him off by leaning over and kissing him.

I'm not sure if it was the weed or whiskey that made me do it but it didn't matter. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening and kissed back. After a few seconds we part, slightly out of breath.

'I like you too. I have been denying it for a while now because you are way out of my league and I thought you saw me as friend and not anything more. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. You are confident and sexy and hilarious and easy going and I can talk to you about anything. I feel complete when you're around.' I look down 'And you shouldn't compare your self to Jimmy. Besides, who wants a Beach Boy when you can have Jim Morrison?' I tell him smiling and looking up.

'Really?' Patrick asks looking into my eyes and smiling.

'Yeah, really' I smile.

Patrick leans and puts his hands on my face and kisses me. This time he was ready for it. It was an amazing kiss. Not too much but there was definitely some passion. He didn't rush to deepen it but made every second count. After what seemed like hours of kissing we stopped.

'I don't want this to be a fling. I want this to be a long haul kind of thing' he says looking at me.

'I don't either. I don't really do causal relationships to be honest with you' I tell him.

'Good, then I want to do this the right way. You wanna go out for dinner Monday night?' He asks me.

'I would love that' I tell him smiling.

With one final kiss good night, Patrick grabs his stuff and surf board and walks up the drive way to his house. I drive away with the biggest smile on my face. Its about a 10 min drive to my house and when I pull up I turn off the head lights. I grab all my stuff and head to the garage. I put my board away and quietly walk into the house. I notice everyone is watching tv in the den so it gives me a chance to run upstairs.

I drop off my stuff in my room and then go into the bathroom. I take a hot shower and then go back to my room to get changed for bed. I brush through my hair and braid it so it will be wavy tomorrow. I change into some gym shorts and a tee shirt and lay in bed. All I can think about is Patrick. I remind myself to thank Anthony when I see him next time before I finally drift off to sleep.