ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ➞ ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

Bᵣₑₐₖ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ

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Patrick woke up before anyone in the Bowers house. He watched as your chest raised with every single breath you took. Your eyes shut so tight, your hair was slightly messy but Patrick found it hot.

Victor had slept on the floor beside Henry's bed. After what happened with him and Henry, he didn't want to make the situation worse.

Conner slept on the couch, he didn't complain once which was good for you all.

You and Henry slept in your own beds. Henry didn't object when Patrick slept in your bed because Henry wanted to find out if you two had a thing going on. If you did, he needed to split you up before you actually get hurt from Patrick.

Patrick removed his hand from your waist as he sat up. Squinting his eyes to adjust to the brightness. Patrick started searching for his pants.

When he found them he slipped them on then went to the kitchen. He was hungry, luckily for Patrick you lived in a ingredient household. He searched for milk, eggs, flour, sugar.

When he found all of the ingredients he grabbed a big bowl from the cupboard. Patrick started to mix the ingredient together until it looked very soupy.

Patrick placed a pan on the stove, covering the pan with the batter. He turned on the stove and waited for the crepes to cook. He learnt how to make crepes from his mother. She often taught him how to cook things.

Patrick worked in that kitchen like a parent during thanks giving. But when he was done making all of the crepes he cleaned the dishes.

There was a big stack of crepes on a big plate, Patrick grabbed a smaller plate, he grabbed three crepes. As he searched for anything he could top it off with you walked into the kitchen.

Confused with the sweet and savoury smell. Patrick found a old bottle of maple syrup. He didn't know if it was expired, he also didn't care.

He drizzled the crepes with the sticky sauce as you watched. "Want me to make 'ya a plate?" Patrick stammered, seeing you in a tank top with no bra. He could see your nipples peeking through the shirt.

"Please and thank you" You huffed. Walking over to the table, you sat on the creaky wooden chair as Patrick prepared your plate.

He sprinkled a bit of sugar over the top of yours. He brought the two plates over to the table, putting your plate in-front of you with a fork.

You silently thank him before munching on the crepes. They were thin and sweet. "Can Henry take the little twerp today?" Patrick interrogated. You shrugged "I honestly don't know. Maybe, but why" You blabbed, sticking more food into your mouth.

"Was wondering if you ya' wanted to hang out again... like a date at my house since my mama is going out of town for therapy" Patrick explained, you finished chewing up your food "That would he so much fun... and so romantic" You half joked. Raising your eyebrows up and down towards Patrick.

"Wear somethin' nice, I'll go get the place ready" Patrick declared, finishing his last crepe. He stood up and kissed your forehead. You aggressively blushed.

You watched as Patrick walked out of the house. You stared at your last bite, you shoved it into your mouth. You grabbed both plates and quickly washed them.