I Do I Did

Eighteen

Patrick wasn't asleep. He was laying in the bed with his eyes closed. Letting the heat from the sun warm his face. For the first time since he'd woken up from the coma, he felt happy. And of course it was because he spent the day with Pete.

It felt like old times. Just him, Pete, Brendon and Ryan hanging out all day. No one was thinking about Meagan by the end of the night. She didn't even exist. Patrick wished every day could be like-

He was snapped out of his Utopian thoughts when he felt ice cold water being poured on his head. What the fuck. His eyes snapped open as he sat up quickly in the bed. His eyes landing on Meagan and the water bottle in her hands.

"What the fuck?!"

"I thought you were my friend!" She yelled.

Really? She thought they were friends? She belittled him at their first meeting. She tried to ruin his wedding. She waited until he was in a coma and snatched his fucking husband up. And now she was carrying his husband's baby. She really thought they could be friends after that?

"W-We are." Patrick ran his hands down his now wet face.

"No. We aren't!" She let the empty water bottle drop to the ground. Her arms crossed her her chest. "If we were friends, you wouldn't have burst in my room and hugged my husband."

"Meagan, I just found out someone tried to kill me. I think I had a right to need a hug." Patrick slid out of the bed and stood up.

"Fine. Maybe the hug wasn't a big deal. But you two didn't come into the house until one in the morning!"

"And we were with Brendon and Ryan the whole time!"

"Yeah. Two people who hate me." She tossed her hands in the air dramatically.

"They don't hate you."

She pursed her lips in raised her eyebrows slightly. Her head tilted to the side.

"Okay. Maybe Ryan doesn't hate you."

"Well he damn sure doesn't like me!" She whined. Tossing herself on the bottom of the bed. Away from the water spot.

Patrick sat down beside her.

"Well, I like you."

"Do you really?" She glanced at him with puppy dog eyes. That's exactly what she was, Patrick thought. A puppy. A dog. A bitch.

"Yeah."

"Oh thank you, Patrick!" She hugged him with one arm. "I was really starting to worry that you and Pete might be sneaking around."

"I would never do that!"

"I know." She laughed lightly. "It's silly. But sometimes I feel like he might love you more than he loves me."

"Of course he loves me more."

Patrick bit the inside of his mouth. Holy shit, he said that out loud. Meagan stared at him with questioning eyes.

"What?"

"I just meant, I was the first person he actually loved. We were like best friends. I took his virginity. His gay virginity anyway. You and him don't have as much history."

"I knew it!" She whined

"But guess what?" Patrick put her hair behind her ear and smiled.

"What?" She sulked.

"I don't want him."

"Y-You don't?" She sat up straighter.

"No." He laughed.