Everybody Wants Somebody [Patrick Stump High School AU]

Chapter Twelve;

Light filtered through the drawn curtains, barely illuminating the contents of Kay's room. The only noise that could be heard was the occasional passing of cars and the birds that still hadn't flown South for winter.
But as soon as it began, it pierced Kay's ears and made her shoot out of the bed.
"Shit. Jay is burning down the house." Kay thundered down the stairs to find Jay standing in the kitchen, staring into an abyss of black smoke coming from the gaping maw of the stove.
"Damn it, fuck, shitty mcfuck, shit damn stupid stove." Jay cursed while batting at the smoke.
"Um do you think it would be a good idea to get the fire extinguisher?" Kay yelled, trying to be heard over the fire alarm.
"But MY YAMS." Jay wailed as he tried to get the dish out of the oven.
"Jay, I would much rather eat the burnt yams than have the house burn down!"
Jay sighed and grabbed the fire extinguisher from the top of the stove and reluctantly sprayed it into the oven.
Once they opened the windows and cleared the smoke, the fire alarm stopped. But not before a fire truck made it's way to park in front of Kay's house. While Jay was explaining everything to the firefighters, Kay headed back up to her room. She dialed in Carson's number and sighed into the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Dude, Carson. Jay is such a dweeb."
"What happened?"
"He set a dish of yams on fire somehow and almost burnt our house down trying to save them."
"He doesn't even like yams." Carson stated, popping her gum.
"That's what I tried to explain to him but noooo, we have to have yams because it's Thanksgiving and we're having a proper dinner with Patrick's family. Like I think he has the hots for his mom, but she's way out of his league." She watched as Jay physically chuckled as none of the firefighters did. Such a loser.
"Also who would do your taxes? Because Jay cannot handle something like that."
"I dunno, he could maybe do it if I helped, but I am not about to do that." Kay laughed and pulled her report card from her drawer. "Like I almost didn't pass this quarter in Algebra 2 and I haven't let him see my report card yet."
"Well guess who has a one hundred? I do, I do, I dooo." Carson sang into the phone.
"Man, go drown yourself in orange soda." Kay giggled before seeing that the fire truck was driving away.
"Well they're leaving, so I better head down to help Jay with cleaning up."
"Yeah you do that - hey look a fire truck." Carson laughed. "Alright. See you Saturday?"
"Yeah. Happy Thanksgiving." Kay hung up and rolled off her back and onto her stomach before sighing into her pillow.
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Kay didn't know how much time had passed, but she knew it was much brighter outside than earlier.
And that it was much warmer in her bed than she remembered.
She opened her eyes to find Patrick sprawled across the majority of her bed. He still had his jacket, hat, and glasses on, but completely knocked out. Kay leaned over his figure to grab her camera, snapping a picture before she woke him up.
[Labeled under: Thanksgiving 1998]

"Patrick,....Patrick." She gently shook his arm and prodded at his side. "Hey Pat. It's like, noon, so we need to get up."
"No." He turned his head away from her.
"Patrick. Do not make me have to roll you out of this bed...again." Kay placed both of her hands on his rib cage, completely ready to go through with it.
"I'm awake...I'm awake." He went to rub his eye, but not before smacking his hand into the corner of his glasses. "Shoot."
"When did," Kay had to stop several times to yawn and stretch before even getting past those two words. "When did you even get here?"
"Like,...nine-ish. My mom saw the fire truck, and instead of calling like a normal person, she woke me up and sent me over. And you were asleep, so I joined you."
"Man, Jay almost burnt our house down over yams. Yams."
"Yeah, he told me."
"Did he tell you that he tried to eat it, A. Burnt. And B. With fire extinguisher foam all over it."
"Dude. Your uncle is such a mess. But hey, you two are Jay and Kay so."
"Can't have one without the other." Kay lied back onto her pillow, staring up at the ceiling. "That's what my mom used to always say....I really miss them Patrick."
"Your parents? Hey,...don't think so darkly when, um,...today is about being thankful for what you have and uh, where you are now."
"It's just...I can still remember my neighbor sitting on our porch steps with her dog as if it were yesterday. Her breaking the news because Jay hadn't made it into town yet. It's like a fire went out in me, but another one...one completely different than the last started. Kind of morbid, considering."
Okay, holy smokes. I have never heard her talk about her parents this much. I really hope she doesn't cry, which sounds horrible, but. If she cries, I might too. And I have to be the rock to support her. Her rock. Her 'Rick.' 'Trick' technically. Patrick had gotten so lost in his train of thought he forgot Kay was even talking.
"...just for wanting to find a way to help so many in the world...makes me sick." Kay sighed and rolled to face Patrick, bleary eyed. "But it motivates me to do more and better myself, you feel?"
"...yeah."
"...cool." Kay sighed and smacked the bill of Patrick's hat before sitting up. "Alright, let's go see how Jay's doing."
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Jay had cleaned out the oven and remade his yams, and was opening a can of cranberry sauce when Kay rounded the corner to the kitchen.
"So, how are your yams?"
"I yam doing great, thank you....I am sorry that was such a bad joke." Jay replied, focusing on his current creation.
"Bad joke excused." Patrick chuckled, pulling himself onto a clean portion of the counter top. Jay immediately turned and began to swat at him with a rag.
"Hey that was sterile cooking space." He reached into the sink and handed Patrick a sponge. "Clean it up. Be careful to not touch your eyes okay? The water has bleach in it."
Patrick began to wipe the counter top as Kay stuck her finger into the cranberry sauce and snuck some behind Jay's back.
"So what time are we heading over?" Kay asked Jay as he checked on the stuffing in the oven.
"Four? Ms. Vaughn called earlier and said the turkey should be done around then." Jay almost had his face pressed against the oven door.
"Yeah she was up at like seven this morning getting it all ready." Patrick dropped the sponge in the water and rinsed his hands before taking a seat at the dinner table.
"Yeah, we were up pretty early too." Kay looked at Jay and made her way to sit on the table.
"Well, if we're being technical, I never went to sleep, but that's beside the point." Jay turned to look at the two as he stirred something weird and green in a bowl.
"Jay are you being serious?"
"Like, it's no big deal, I'm perfectly fine."
"Jay you've been up for longer than 24 hours. Oh my God." Kay slipped off the table and made her way to Jay, taking the bowl and his apron. "Give me that and go take a nap, do you understand how bad not sleeping is? Go."
"Yeah Jay, we'll wake you up before four, okay?" Patrick smiled at Jay as he passed by.
Jay started walking backward toward his room. "You kids are the best, you know that? Thank you so much." He sighed out.
"Jay go to bed right now." Kay sighed as she pushed around the dirty dishes that cluttered the counter tops.
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By two, Patrick and Kay had finished all the dishes Jay had began or planned to make and were loading them into the microwave, oven, and fridge to keep them warm or cold, respectively.
Patrick turned on the rerun of the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade and him and Kay sprawled out on opposite end of the couch, getting comfortable.
Patrick was watching Kay when he realized she was still wearing his clothes. "Kay....Are you wearing my shirt?"
"What?" She looked down and sighed. "Jesus Christ, I knew I had forgotten to do something. Okay I gotta go jump in the shower so Jay can have one when he wakes up. You know the drill." Kay jumped up and headed toward the stairs as Patrick slowly made his way behind. Kay was rummaging through her drawers when Patrick came in and made his way to her CD player.
"Alright see you in like thirty." Kay said as she closed the door.
Patrick put on one of his mix CDs he had made for Kay, which all included much of nothing but Wanna Be by the Spice Girls and covers Patrick had been doing of some of his and Kay's favorite songs. They were mediocre at best, but for some reason Kay played them anyway.
Patrick set himself in the center of Kay's room, laying back and getting comfortable. It was weird to listen to himself, his currently-pubescent voice filling the room as the sound of rushing water drifted through the wall. He found himself boring holes into the faces on the walls; all of his friends, but mostly Kay and himself, smiling and laughing without a care in the world.
Patrick sat up and moved to her bed, where he could see a majority of the pictures closer up. Most were polaroids, but some had been taken by Patrick so they were printed at the local drugstore and were huge in comparison. On the bottom or backs were scribbled names, dates, times, and locations, all written in the same sloppy hand writing. Kay's pictures meant a lot to her, and Patrick knew that even the large amount pinned and taped to the wall seemed like a lot, she had even more stashed away somewhere in her room. If I were a box of polaroids, where would I find myself. Kay had very little space under her bed, so that was no option, but yet she had no spare room in her closet, so he knew the box should be somewhere in her room. Somewhere.
He had risen from Kay's bed and was now wandering around the room, ducking down to look into tight spaces and rummaging around before he heard Kay's voice carry through the wall. She was singing along to Patrick's cover of Welcome by The Who. Both of their voices weren't the greatest, but together, it sounded like honey and was perfect to Patrick.
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okay so i'm literally so close to 2000 words in this one chapter alone so im just going to stop myself here and finish thanksgiving tomorrow or something because im not even kidding i've had this in my drafts for five months now.

alright i hope you had a cool thanksgiving wowowow cool sorry.