Take This To Your Grave

Tnks Fr Th Mmrs

"So do you like Panic!?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, I always have." I said smiling at memories of when I first heard them. I was about 15 years old and it was Nails for breakfast, tacks for snacks. I was listening to the radio and heard it and immediately fell in love.
"So you should probably tell someone where you're going to be?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, I texted my mom and she told me just not to be out late." I said looking down at the text message I sent her.
"Alright, well my mom and dad wont be home till about five thirty." He told me. I nodded. My heartbeat increased at the thought of being alone with Patrick. I twiddled my thumbs and looked at the houses passing me. We pulled into the driveway of a nice looking two story white house. We walked into the living room.
"Do you uh...mind taking off your shoes?" He asked. I nodded and took off my converses.
"I like your house." I told him following him up the stairs.
"Thanks, my mom is obsessed with decorating." He told me. I nodded, conversation has never been easy for me. We walked into his room, the walls were red, with a king sized bed setting in the corner with a desk beside the door. He walked over and sat on his bed, patting on the seat beside him to come sit. I walked over to him and sat down.
"So, the math homework." I started.
*A couple hours later*
"Pat?!" Someone yelled from downstairs, a female voice.
"My moms home, wanna come downstairs and meet her?" Patrick asked me. I nodded and got up putting the math stuff to the side. I walked down the stairs slowly behind him.
"Who's this?" Patricks mom asked. I smiled and waved.
"This is Peyton, she's helping me with my math stuff." Patrick said. I felt an empty feeling in my stomach when that was how Patrick explained me to his mom. Not even a friend from school. I looked at my phone and saw what time it was.
"I better, uh get going." I said grabbing my stuff and slipping on my shoes.
"It was nice meeting you Mrs.Stump, and i'll see you tomorrow Patrick." I said putting on my jacket and walking out the door. I don't know why I was thinking that way. It's not like I should have expected Patrick to feel any different. I mean, i'm lame. He probably just wanted to use me to pass math. I had only walked a little ways before a car pulled up to me.
"Hey, Peyton need a ride?" Patrick said through the open window.
"It's just a little bit away...." I trailed off.
"Just get in the car." He said. I giggled. I just giggled.
"Alright fine." I said getting in the car. "Just drive straight till we get to the school and then hang a left and my house." I said. We rode in silence the whole drive, until Patrick spoke up.
"You have really pretty eyes." He said. I blushed.
"Thanks." I said. My blush wasn't going away. His hands gripped the wheel a little bit tighter. "Is there something wrong?" I asked.
"Will you go out with me?" He asked really fast, I almost couldn't tell what he said.
"Um...wow." I started blushing harder than ever. "I-I.." I trailed off nervously.
"I-Im so sorry...I-I." He stuttered.
"I'd love to." I said. He let out a long breath and laughed.
"This is me." I said as he pulled over to the side of the rode in front of my house.
"So uh, i'll text you okay." He said. I nodded and got out waving at him as I opened my door. I smiled when I closed the door.
"Hey sweetie, can you help me with dinner?" My mom asked from the kitchen.
"Yeah, let me just go wash up." I said. I skipped up the steps into my room throwing my things on the floor and washing my hands in the bathroom.
"So how was your day?" My mom asked.
"It was good." I said blushing and smiling.
"Did you just blush?" My mom asked looking at me and raising her eyebrows.
"Maybe..." I said. She laughed at me and smiled. After dinner I took a shower and laid on my bed.

Text from Patrick
So I was thinking about going to eat and then the movies?

Text to Patrick
That sounds wonderful :)

Text from Patrick
You're wonderful.

Text to Patrick
So are you, but sleep is also wonderful. Goodnight Pattycakes.

Text from Patrick
Goodnight rosy cheeks.

My cheeks heated up from our texts as I locked my phone and dozed off to sleep. I can't wait for our date. It would be my first ever date, and I really hope it goes well.

A/N I know that A fever you can't sweat out was made in like 2005 and this story doesn't take place in 2005 clearly. But I don't really feel like working out the times and stuff, so please just overlook those little things like that. Thanks.
-Abby