𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍~𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

C16~The date

Saturday, 1:26 PM
Patrick's POV
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My mind was blank as ever. Something was supposed to happen today, I knew it. So why couldn't I remember? Eventually, I got stressed from thinking for too long and buried my head into my pillow and kept it there for a while. What If it was something important? Hm? Then what? Maybe Henry wanted to meet up somewhere, or the guys wanted to chill out at the junkyard..or go to a party-

FUCK, I had a date. A date with my Natalie. How the  hell did I forget it? I quickly shot out of bed, crushing the DVD tapes and clothes which were scattered on the floor. Gotta make myself look presentable... I thought. I picked out whatever looked alright for me, I didn't care what Natalie thought really. I dress in school how I dress out of school, so it wouldn't make a difference. I just had to make sure I dressed in a way that wouldn't put her off of me.

Natalie's POV.
I was just about finishing my hair when my mom called me downstairs. What now?
I went into the living room to my mom,
"What's up?"
"Hey sweetie, I really do apologise, but I'm afraid me and your father-
"Save it." I sighed, running back up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door behind me.
I shrugged it off and didn't let it bother me, I went back to my vanity and continued to fix up my hair.

I couldn't wait to see Patrick. Butterflies kept coming and going everytime I thought of him. This was a date. A proper date. And I'm going on one with Patrick Hockstetter, the school's most infamous psychopath...

3:40
Natalie's POV.
"Natalie! Natalie, the phone!" Richie screamed upstairs.
"You get it!" I screamed back.
I was putting everything in my room away, makeup brushes, makeup, clothes, shoes...
My room was a mess and I hated mess.
"It's for you!" I heard Richie shout.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the phone out of Richie's hands.
"Hello?"
"Natalie, hey."
"Oh hi Patrick!"
"I'm just letting ya know, I'm on my way- I'll be 5 minutes yeah?" Patrick said.
"Yeah that's fine, thanks." I answered and hung up the phone. I turned to go back up to my room to grab my jacket when Richie stopped me,
"Are you going on a date?" He asked.
I put my hand on the back of my neck and stayed silent. If he found out who it was he'd kill me.
"Well are you?!" He asked again.
"No. I'm going out with Beverly." I lied.
"You think I'm dumb don't you?" He scoffed.
"What?"
"I'm about to go out with the Losers...INCLUDING Beverly!"
"Oh, well." I barged past and went up to my room and grabbed my jacket. Two minutes had passed, and the doorbell had rang.
I ran to the door in attempts to prevent Richie from seeing Patrick.
"You look nice, dollface." Patrick smirked.
"Thanks Pat. So do you." I smiled.

The Diner
We finally made it to the diner. It was called 'Maura's Diner.' We stepped inside and grabbed a table.
"So what do you want to eat?" Patrick questioned, looking up at me from the menu in his hands.
"I think I'll have a cheeseburger with fries and a coke." I replied.
"Mk. I'll go order it, stay here." He said, leaving the table.
"It's not like I'm gonna go anywhere is it?" I huffed.

He came back to the table and sat back in his seat.
"She said food'll be here in 5."
"That's fine." I said.
It was silent for a while. This date was so awkward.
"So what did you order?" I spoke, trying to spark up conversation.
"The same as you." He responded.
I sat with my arm propped up against the table, head in hands. Then the food came. Finally, i'm starving. I thought to myself.
The waitress placed mine and Patrick's food onto the table.
"Thank you!" I said.
"You're welcome." She smiled.
As she walked away, Patrick began stuffing his face. Can't say I didn't expect it.
"You like like you're enjoying that." I laughed.
"I am!" He said, mouth full.

Once we had finished eating, we left the diner.
"Thank you, Pat." I turned to him and smiled.
"No problem, I'm just glad you enjoyed it." He replied.
We walked in in silence for a while. We were nearing my house.
"Hey Nat?"
"Yeah?"
"Want me to walk you up to your house?" Patrick asked.
I really wanted him to, but I wanted to avoid my brother from seeing him.
"I would, but I've gotta shoot, I'm so sorry!"
"Oh yeah that's fine. See you Monday?"
"Yeah. And again, thanks for everything." I flashed a smile at him before walking myself home.