Everybody Wants Somebody [Patrick Stump High School AU]

Chapter Eleven;

"I dunno, could have been me. I was talking about all of my unecessary philosophies," Kay commented despite the fact that she had cereal in her mouth, "And bam, no breath."
"Yeah...probably." Patrick pushed his glasses up before getting up to rinse his dish.
"Hey, don't feel bad about it. I've accidentally done it to myself quite a few times, so you're not alone."
"It's just, I know I'm too young to be thinking about stuff like that, because I have my whole life ahead of me,...but what if I don't?" Patrick sighed, leaning against the counter.
"Then we're living one day at a time. Take it in waves, or at least try." Kay stood and joined Patrick in front of the sink. Patrick let her words sink in and shoved his hands in his pockets. One day at a time. Lame.
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Living one day at a time is easy in thought, but not practice. The drone of school and being stuck inside, and having no ability to do anything sucked.
Across the past few weeks, Kay and Patrick had finally beat Mario 64, Patrick had written a couple of songs for the band, and Kay had completely rearranged her entire house.
"Okay, how's this?" She had asked one day as she stepped back from the couch she had just been pushing around. "Or should it be over here?"
"It's fine there," but Patrick had said that the last nine times she moved the couch. "So I'm sure Jay will be okay with it." Kay sighed and made her way to the table where Patrick sat, homework spread in front of him.
"Are you almost done? Because we can't do anything until you have all of that done, and it's killing me, honestly."
"How about you sit down and do yours?"
"Because I already did."
"Shut up." Patrick sighed, putting his pencil back to the paper, hoping to charm his way out of this. "How about you put on some music?" He asked, looking up at her.
"Sure."
One half of Blink-182's Dude Ranch later, Kay and Patrick were up and dancing about the living room. The two lived for days like this. Where nothing mattered, and they could just hang out and have a good time. Kay's mousy brown hair flew around her, and a smile never left her face. Patrick never took his eyes off of it too.
I'm just...so lucky. Mom always says that people like Kay are one in a million, and hell. Maybe she is. Just glad she's here with me.
By the time the record ended, Jay was pulling into the driveway and the two had planted themselves at the table, Patrick back to finishing his homework while Kay doodled.
As Jay entered the house, he pulled in tons of grocery bags with him. "Hey kiddos, come help an old man with your food."
"What is all this for?" Kay asked as she made her way over.
"Thanksgiving. Ms. Vaughn is going to cook the turkey, I'm going to cook the sides, and you two are going to make the desserts and stuff." He said as the two each took three bags. "I'm about 90% we can do this." They sat their bags on the counter as Jay began to look through, smiling.
"Okay...so. Patrick's mom trusted you with making a large majority of the Thanksgiving dinner? God bless your mom, dude." Kay chuckled as she began to examine everything that came out of the bags.
"Hey, I can do it. I'm actually an excellent cook as you know."
"Jay, I am about 97% sure we are not going to be eating pasta and a few choice german brauts as sides on Thanksgiving."
"Shut up and believe in me, dang." Jay took off his coat and began to examine Patrick's work on the table. "Now,...do your homework or something."
"Already done."
"Dang. I'm such a good guardian." Jay beamed as he stood beside Kay and gave her one of those shoulder squeezing hugs. He kissed the top of her head before making his way toward his room, briefcase in hand.
Patrick sat back at the table but turned toward Kay. "You know Jay is about the coolest you can get. I mean not as cool as my old man, but. Close."
"Wow. I'm telling him you called him not cool later. Now finish that, seriously."
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The week passed quickly, with frigid air and the excitement for the gathering of family in the coming days.
Patrick's siblings, Kevin and Megan, had made their ways home and the smell of Jay's burnt attempts at cooking wafted through the house.
The Vaughn-Stumph and Ward-Moran households were going to have a joint Thanksgiving because they were each others family, and you give thanks for your family on holidays.
The evening before, Kay and Patrick had hunkered down in Patrick's kitchen as they began to mix ingredients and prepare various pies and desserts.
"Hey Patrick, go flour the pie crust so it's ready." Kay asked as she stirred the chocolate filling that was going to be her pride and joy tomorrow. Patrick did as he was asked and once he was finished, he had a devilish idea.
"Hey Kay."
"Yeah?"
"Look at me for a sec?"
Kay turned to look at Patrick and as she did, she was met with a fluff of flour right in her face. It coated her face, glasses, part of her hair, and her black tee-shirt. Kay gasped and stepped back away from Patrick as he laughed and pointed.
"You total loser, oh my GOD." Kay took off her glasses and set them on the countertop before sticking her hand into the pot of warm chocolate and smearing it across his face and neck. She smirked at her handiwork as Kevin came into the kitchen.
"Wow, okay children, don't let me ruin your moment. I'll go get my violin and provide you with some upbeat romantic music in a minute." Kevin chortled and took a soda from the fridge before turning to Patrick and swiping some of the chocolate off his face and leaving.
The two just stared at one another and eventually Patrick broke out laughing and Kay went and took her camera out of her bag.
[Labeled under: Thanksgiving 1998]

Patrick's mom came in as the camera flashed and she stopped in her tracks and just stared at the two.
"Patrick did it." Kay pointed at Patrick and took a step away from him.
"Wow, you did this too." He said, pointing toward his face. He looked toward his mom as she sighed and left the room. "Way to just throw me under the bus."
"As if." Kay chuckled and turned back to continue stirring the chocolate. "You did that to yourself. Now set the dish right there so I can pour this in."
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Once everything was done, Kay and Patrick headed upstairs to get the rest of the foodstuffs off of themselves. While Patrick went to shower, Kay found one of his shirts to put on. While she was at it, she put on a pair of his boxers as a pair of shorts and admired herself in the mirror. I am liking this look. These are mine now, he can get over it. Kay put on Green Day's Nimrod and curled up in his bed with her Gameboy. "Yeah...this is all mine now."
"Huh?" Patrick said as he opened the door.
"Everything you own is mine now and you have no say." Kay stated again as she swept her arm in front of her.
"Is that my shirt?"
"No, it's mine. I thought we just went over this." Kay laughed and scooted to let Patrick have room to sit down.
He sat and ran a towel through his hair before laying back. About an hour passed before Patrick opened his mouth to speak, "So that was horrible I would never wish it upon anyone. Even though I had got most of it off already it was so sticky, chocolate on your skin is a horrible experience."
"Dude I have flour all in my space and in the little nooks and crannies of my glasses. But I would wish this on somebody,..."
"Blake."
"Blake."
They said the boy's name in unison and couldn't help but laugh.
Kay checked Patrick's watch and decided that she should head home and make sure that Jay hadn't burnt the kitchen to a crisp.
Kay had her hand on the bedroom door knob before she realised she wasn't wearing pants.
"Yeah, I'm about one hundred percent sure that my mom would freak out if you went down there learning nothing but my clothes. Especially underwear." Patrick chuckled as he sat up.
"Imagine trying to explain that. Like, 'I'm sorry Ms. Vaughn, I promise this is much more innocent than it seems.'" Kay pulled on her jeans and began to try to fix the bunching where Patrick's boxers folded up.
"'Mom I promise we only did herione while listening to Rolling Stones, nothing else.'"
Kay threw her head back and snorted. "Wow, that is extremely specific, but hey." She opened his bedroom door and turned to look back. "See you bright and early Stump-hf."
"See you in the morning Moron." He laughed as he sat up. Once she closed the door, he stood up and grabbed his guitar and sat beside the window.
He strummed out a few chords as he waited to see Kay's figure walking down the street. Once Kay appeared under the street sign, she stopped and turned to wave at Patrick. He waved back and continued to play a little melody he had been throwing around in his head.
Good days are ahead.

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hello friends I am back and so sorry i've been super busy with school despite the fact it's now summer.
I'm going to try to write more because my schedule is clearer than it used to be now so yeah.