dempeo quarantined

Chapter four

Ellen's point of view:

"do you want me to like put pillows between us?" Patrick softly asks as walk into the room which me and him are going to have to share. It was a pretty big room with a king sized bed, a walk in closet, and our own bathroom with two sinks and a shower.

"shower sex" i muttered softly, not realising Patrick was behind me also looking at our bathroom. oh my fuck.

"what did you say?" he stares at me with wide eyes and a small smirk playing on his lips.

"oh uh nothing just that this is really beautiful" i said trying to change the subject, this could not get any more fucking awkward i'm convinced.

we both exited the bathroom and started to put our clothes into the massive closet, i had the left side, he had the right. i had a lot more clothes than he did which made us both let out a laugh.

"what the fuck did you pack for? its only ten days it looks like you packed for the rest of your life!" he shouts sarcastically making me laugh even more.

"well i just have a better fashion sense than you babe" i say jokingly.

babe? what the actual fuck is wrong with me.

"uh yeah maybe" he says quietly before turning around and walking towards me to exit the closet.

but when i realise he is not actually leaving he placed his hands on my shoulders and puts his soft lips on the outside of my ear to whisper "shower sex is on babe" he mocked with a teasing tone before letting go of me and leaving the room.

holy guacamole.

my legs felt like they were gonna give in like they do after you sweat your ass off in the gym and the next day you are on the toilet but as soon as you stand up, you just wobble like jelly.

well that's what i felt like right now, i stood there for what felt like fucking hours but it was probably a few minutes before i decided to finish putting my clothes and other stuff away.

it has been about an hour i've just been in the bed reading my book and checking my phone for messages from my family, i responded to some, still wondering where Patrick was i mean this is his room too.

there were no voices coming from outside the door but yet again this is a massive house. my boredom got the best of me so i decided to leave this room and explore the rest of the house and also the back since i've been told it has a very nice view.

i stepped out into the massive hallway that had railing that overlooked the first floor, this place was so beautiful i would love to quarantine here forever i swear.

i slowly went down the stairs into the massive kitchen with marble counter tops and a fridge that looked more expensive than my whole house. it had a whole iPad built into it and all that shit.

there was also like a mini bar to the right with a bunch of alcohol, i guess they really know me i thought as i spotted the tequila. i decided to quickly pour myself a shot, i tipped it down my throat swallowing it like water.

i'm an alcoholic what can i say.

i decide to make my way outside with the alcohol running through my system, there were massive glass doors over looking the beach with us now dark after the sun set about an hour ago.

i walk out and see a massive infinity pool with what looked like a watermelon floatie on top of it. i'm so gonna use that one day.

to the left was a quite big hot tub but the hot tub wasn't the only thing that was to my right.

there was Patrick with no shirt and messy hair sitting in the hot tub with his glance on mine watching my every move.

i admire how hot he looked with the lights bouncing off his face and his hair god his hair.

we stay staring at each other, choosing to walk closer to him his lips turned into a subtle smirk as i approached him.

"hey" i said quietly.

"hey Ellen" he said casually as if he wasn't looking up and down at me practically drooling.

"you gonna get in or are you just going to stand there and stare?" he said teasingly.

swear to god this is my last day on earth.

"oh you'll see babe" i respond before quickly stepping in with my clothes on.

A/N: so i uh yeah fun stuff