Fitzpatrick

Chapter 2

I open my eyes slowly as I hear Stewarts voice.

"We have to go get Tyler. He deserves to know as much as the rest of us." Stewart says.

"You're right plus he was always my favorite." She says.

"Huh?" Stewart and Paul look at her.

"Kidding." She holds her hands up in surrender when they look away she mouths to me "not kidding."

I chuckle lightly.

"Okay who's gonna go get him?" Molly asks.

"Me, I can be gentle." I say raising my hand.

"You can also be naive. Tyler's gonna be curious of why we are taking him to a hotel and I can bring him without giving him a reason." Paul says shoving past me.

"It's settled then, you both go." Molly claps her hands.

"Whatever." Paul rolls his eyes.

I follow behind him unwillingly.

"Have fun you too." Stewart smiles waving like a fricken fairy godbrother.

***

"You know I'm actually not a bad guy." Paul says making a turn.

"Well you could've fooled me." I say and lean my head against the window looking out at the passing trees.

"You never gave me a chance." He says trying to make an excuse.

"I was going to...that is before I thought you were gonna rape me." I say.

"I thought we were over this."

"You're so fucking selfish. Of course I'm not fucking over it. I was scared. I still am scared."

"Something tells me you're more scared of the world then you are of me." Paul says.

"Huh?"

"You're not actually scared of me. You've moved on. You actually probably forgot about the whole situation until now. But you need to say that so that someone is pitying you at all times."

"I guess you've got me all figured out."

"Duh. You're just like everybody else."

"Ouch. If it's one thing I don't like it's falling under the category of everybody."

"Guess that's one of the few things we have in common." He smirks.

He pulls up to a red light. I look out the window. I quickly unlock my door and hurl myself out.

"What are you doing?" Paul chuckles and I want to punch him in the throat.

"Not riding in a car with an asshole. Duh." I point at the car then walk back towards the direction of the hotel.

Paul jumps out and grabs me.

"Get off of me!" I shove him.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I kick constantly but he doesn't release me until we are in the truck.

"Your heavier than you look."

"Fuck you." I say.

"Just saying."

"Maybe you're just not as strong as you think you are." I smirk.

"Eat some lettuce." He chuckles.

"Lift some weights." I retaliate.

He rolls his eyes. That sure shut him up.

"You know you're a bitch right. A spoiled bitch who will probably grow up to slave in a kitchen."

"That's where you're wrong."

"Am I?" He smirks and I want to slap that smirk off his face.

"Yupp."

"Enlighten me."

"Unlike you. I don't settle. I would never slave in a kitchen. I was born with a brain and I plan on using it so long as it functions properly and you're a real asshole for saying that."

"Whatever. Nothing I haven't heard before." He turns a corner and is a few blocks from the grocery store and Chinese food place Stewart and I were at last night.

"Maybe if you weren't such a dick......" I start.

"Just shut up. You don't know me." He says.

"You haven't given me the chance to." I reach my hand out and place it on his hand that isn't on the steering wheel.

He looks down at my hand, looks at me then pulls his hand away.

"Someday somebody is going to take advantage of your kindness."

"Somebody already has." I say suggestively.

"I'm sorry okay? There I said it. I'm sorry for trying to pick a fucking fight with you all the time."

"I forgive you but why all the sudden did you start picking fights?" I ask curiously.

"You remember that day I told you about how I fell for Justine."

"yeah?" I ask.

"I wasn't talking about Justine."

"You were talking about-"

"You." He finishes my sentence.

"We never hooked up. We've never been close. How could you possibly think you have feelings for me?" I ask confused.

"You remind me of the mother that I always wanted but never had. Plus I see the way you are with my brothers. I just wish you would have fallen for me instead of them."

I'm speechless.

"Can you pull over for a second. I feel car sick."

He pulls into the grocery store plaza and I jump out breathing harshly. My heart feels like it's gonna beat out of my chest. Paul hands me a water bottle and pats my back as I drink.

"Thank you." I say handing it back to him.

"Yeah." He awkwardly smiles.

"All you Fitzpatrick boys will be the death of me." I chuckle.

"Sorry." Paul says not breaking even a pinch of a smile.

"Come here." I open my arms out towards Paul and he walks into me. I rub circles on his back. "I've just never looked at you that way. I don't mean to hurt your feelings."

He pulls away.

"You wanna know something weird?" Paul asks.

"Tell me." I say.

"I've never let a girl hug me."

"Really?" I ask scrunching my nose.

"Yeah. I've never been a mushy romantic type of guy."

"Hmm would've never guessed." We both smile.

We get back in the truck and drive to the beach house. A bunch of teenagers are basically everywhere.

"Probably upstairs. I'll be right back." I say to Paul. He nods and I walk up the stairs.

I open our door and my eyes immediately go to the bed. 2 shirtless, possibly naked but I couldn't tell yet, guys are under the cover sleeping and as I get a closer look. I see its Tyler.......and Conrad.