In Your Eyes

9.

"Tadaa," Patrick said. Ellen giggled.

"What is this?"

"This, my friend, are the best cupcakes in town. After you."

"Patrick, they're queuing out on the street. Why would we want to queue for cupcakes?"

"Because they're the best cupcakes in town. You have to trust me on this."

"So you want me to queue for cupcakes."

"Correction. I want us," he said with a covincing smile, "to queue for cupcakes. It's fun to queue with me."

"It is?"

"I'm always fun. I'm a fun person. The mere fact that I have something to do with this makes it fun. Plus, it's part of the plan. Come on, I'll let you sleep in my bed again."

Ellen blushed. She wasn't sure if thet was a good or a bad thing. Or really, she did know. She wanted to sleep in his bed again. What she didn't know was if that was a good or a bad thing. Bad, probably. Yeah, definatley bad. She shouldn't do it. He probably wasn't serious anyway. On the other hand, it wasn't like they had done anything inapropriate the last time. They had litteraly just slept. Which she haddn't been doing in her own bed, so that was good. Probably. Or well, she didn't know. Ellen, stop talking. No, stop thinking. Stop rambling to yourself on the inside. He's your friend.

Somhow they had made their way to the back of the queue, and Patrick was grinning at her.

"So, the cupcakes are that good, eh?"

"They are. You'll see."

Ellen couldn't stop herself from giggling again. Just relax, she finally told herself. Stop worrying about everything. Especially when there's nothing to worry about. She had a few days to forget her problems, and damn, she was going to enjoy them.

She caught sight of three girls across the street, who was giving Patrick a close look and then turned to look at each other and giggle. She felt a sting of jealousy, which was compleatley unrational, because he was standing here wth her, not over there with them. And she had nothing to be jealous over anyway. But still.

"Those girls are checking you out," she stated, it coming out maybe a little more grumpy than she had intended.

Patrick looked up at them, and then smiled at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "Or they are just recognizing me. You know, some people do that."

"Shut up!" Ellen said as she swatted his arm. "I recognize you to, I just don't know where from. You could just tell me."

"But where's the fun in that?"

"Besides, I'm a woman. I know what checking out looks like. If they recognize you too it just makes it worse, because in that case they're checking you out both because you're hot and famous."

Patrick's eyes sparkled even more. "You think I'm hot?"

"That is..." Ellen said not really knowing what to respond. "Not the point," she finished.

"Well, we'll just have to show them I'm taken then, don't we?"

"You're not taken." It took all of Ellen's strenght just to not give in. But no, she had Chris. And god knows she wasn't a cheater. They would talk when he got here, and they would sort things out. It would be fine.

"I could be." Patrick winked. "But if you're sure, we could always fool them." And with that he draped his arms around her and held her close.

Ellen didn't pull away. She felt like if she didn't give in to this now, bad things might happen later. Besides, she really wanted the three girls to stop looking and go away. When she turned to look at them, the stares had become glares. She smirked.