Jealousy

Ivan's Pov

As I hear sirens starting to come closer i instantly think of the worse. What if Patricks hurt. As I start running through i see Mencia trying to hold Patrick up off the ground, but it's just not happening. I hurrily run to him dropping to the ground making sure he's ok. I hug him and he hugs back. When all the cops start to leave and everyone else I was standing up next to Patrick who hasn't talked at all lost in his own mind.

"Patrick Patrick"

"Mencia it's ok I'll take him with me."

"Ok. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, besides do you really want both of the twins when there not ok."

"Yeah. No, I'm used to one at a time. Ok tell him we're ok."

"Ok."

They walk off with Ari crying still. I look back at Patrick with my arm around his waist. I just stare at his pretty blue eyes he has for right now knowing his eye color could change any minute and it would still be pretty.

About 10 minutes go bye and I hear him say something about Samuel and then i figure it out i just hum and try to change the subject.

"Patrick you need to take a shower and change"

He also changes the subject by asking where his siblings are. I start to figure he doesn't want to go into the house since he has tried not to look at it this whole time. I answer his questions anyway and tell him I'll go get his stuff. He finally agrees and I walk in. As I walk upstairs to his room i start to think of the time we went to the drive thru movie theater and how now that i think about it I still have his jacket. I remember it smells like him and it's really warm. I grab about all his clothes and a couple of other stuff he will need. I walk back outside and he thanks me and we start talking about where we are going to go. We get to the car with a place I've never been to before, but I guess his family owns it on our mind. As I drive i think about everything that happened with us. In all honesty some of it was my fault. Some of it was Patricks as well, but right now I really just want to kiss him and help him through this.

I can see him start to shake so I put my hand on his thigh and rub my thumb back and forth on his thigh. I also start to make conversation. The whole time my mind is on the thought of my hand on his thigh. It makes me a little hard. I would never do anything with him in this state unless he asked. In all honesty I didn't think Patrick had a system where he would break down and cry. He always seemed confident, well put together most of the time. Not really level headed, but smart. Hot as hell. Might just be my opinion though. Knew what he wants is definitely a answer to describe him. As we pull up i notice i had been talking to him the whole time. I knew what both me and him had said i just sort of was out of it.

We get out of the car and he unlocks it. After he unlocks by getting it from the frame of the door reminding me how tall he is, but it also lifted his shirt a little making me be able to see the scar on his back. I wanted to ask him about it. I wasn't going to ask him about it tonight, but maybe another time. He puts in the password as well and pushes open the door walking in. As I walk in he walk back out i guess to get his clothes. He comes back with his stuff and goes put it in his room i could only guess. I wait a couple a minutes then walk upstairs. Asking what he wants me to do hoping he says to stay with him. After coming to an agreement I call my dad.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"I won't be back tonight I'll see you tomorrow. Ok."

"Ok."

After that conversation I take a shower thinking about everything that happened today. When I get back to the room Patricks already in bed the moonlight casting on to his skin. I lay down turning around facing Patrick. As soon as I lay down he faces me the moonlight hitting his green eyes making them look more greyish blue. He puts his hand on my face and I relax into him releasing a breath i didn't even know I was holding in. I don't know how he does it, but he's always been able to make me feel more at peace even when things are crazy.

After I bring up my idea that I literally just made up to have more time with just us he starts to turn around. I catch his hand missing his warmth on my cheek. I tell him I like what he's doing and he gives me a smile that I don't always get. It's usually more of a smirk slash smile, but when I get his real smile it makes me feel happy and have a smile on my face as well. He kisses my forehead then i turn around keeping his hand in mine then putting it around me. After doing this he kisses my cheek and neck. It makes me wish he had kissed my neck a little longer, but we can do that another time. Instead of returning what he did i cuddle more back into him. He's kinda like another blanket now keeping me warm. I fall asleep.