Dear Patrick (FOB/Patrick Stump FanFic)

Chapter 6

December 24th 2002

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly..." She sang, prancing around my apartment, decorating the fireplace with stockings and Christmas lights. She enjoyed this very holiday and so did I. "Patrick, come help me decorate the tree!" She giggled, grabbing my hand. "Alright, Alright!" I chuckled, walking over to the nicely trimmed Christmas tree.

She was too short to reach the top of the tree, so I hoisted her up on my shoulders as she placed the ornaments on the tree and then the star. I sat her down and we admired the beautiful tree.

"It's so beautiful," She smiled up at me with her beautiful pearly whites "And so are you." I grinned, leaning in and gently pressing my lips to hers, as our lips moved in sync and my hands pulled her towards me. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck.

We both pulled away for air, "Patrick?" She shyly asked. "Yeah?" I smiled, my arms still around her waist. "I want you." My eyes went wide at her words and I immediately pulled her as close to me as possible, "I want you too." I told her, bringing my hand up and cupping her cheek before softly placing my lips against hers.

The kiss started to get heated. I moved my hands up her shirt, drawing circles on her back as I parted my lips and deepened the kiss. She let out a small whimper in pleasure and I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned, the look in her eyes showed fear. "You didn't do anything wrong if that's what you're thinking," I told her, cupping her cheek once more, "I just don't want to take advantage of you. I know we're in nostalgia, but others have regretted being around me," I admitted, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

She held my arm and looked me dead in the eyes, "They must've been very stupid to want to leap out of your arms, Patrick." She said softly, her voice almost as a whisper, "I think you're amazing and I'm very glad I gave you a chance." At that moment she made me the happiest man on earth. I smiled brightly and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

I don't know what it was I loved the most about her, but I did know my heart only beat for her.

"Merry Christmas to us," I mumbled against her lips, "Just shut up and kiss me." She giggled, pulling out a small mistletoe from her pocket and waved it over us.

I knew she was the one.