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"Okay. I actually can't do anymore." I interrupt, stopping Patrick before he reads off another word from my book.
We had been studying- well he had been helping me study for the past two hours, and now that's it is two in the morning, i physically can't speak any more words in french. I'm tired and my head hurts.
"You did good." Patrick smiles, moving my book off of his lap. "I think you're definitely going to pass."
I laugh, "Well i would hope so, If i fail then we just wasted two hours- Thanks for helping, though. I do appreciate it."
"Yeah no problem. So how about going to get some food? are you hungry?"
I was, really hungry in fact. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning, only because I gave Sean my eggs yesterday and forgot about breakfast this morning.
"Yeah. I am. Is your sister still here?" I ask, he stands up and then he holds his hand out, so I take it pulling myself up.
"I have no idea." He says, and he pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and glances at it, "She said she left about an hour ago. so no she's not."
I nod, and pick up my book and pencil. "Oh, right so you have a car right? I don't think i asked you how old you were." I ask, as we start walking dowm the hallway.
"No, i figured we could walk." He smirked, and I turned to face him. "I can't tell if you're joking or not."
Patrick laughed, "I'm joking. my cars in the car park."
Oh well thank god for that, I doubt i could walk much further than past than the entrance to the hospital.
When we get outside, I follow Patrick across the basically empty car park and towards a black truck which must be his.
Well no shit Delilah he isn't leading you to some random car.
He walks over passenger side, and his car unlocks, then he pulls open the door and looks at me, I look at him confused, what is he doing?
"Delilah, i opened the door for you." He chuckles, and i felt my face go red, "I knew that."
I climb into his car and then he closes the door and goes around the front to the drivers side. I turn around and am surprised to see that the backseats of his car are extremely clean, the only thing he has is a guitar resting across the seat.
And another thing, his car smells nice, like this seriously different to how i imagine teenage boys cars look like and smell.
Patrick opens the door, sits in the seat and then closes the door. "You play the guitar?" I ask, as he buckles his seatbelt and he nods, "Yeah, I do, I have for a while."
"That's actually so cool." I commented, "When did you start?"
He pauses, moving his hand away from the brake and he turns to me. "You think it's cool?"
"Well obviously, why wouldn't i?"
Patrick shrugs and starts the car, "I started when i was seven or six, my dad got me my first one for my birthday."
"Wow you must be really good then if you've been playing for that long." I state truthfully, and Patrick shrugs again pulling out of the car space.
"I guess, but what about you, what do you do?"
"I'm really not that interesting..I read sometimes, I love listening to music, and um.." I try and think of something else to say but come up blank. "Yeah that's it."
"I live on a farm, and I have loads of animals." He blurts out randomly, after a few minutes of silence.
My eyes widen, "Let me get this straight, you play rugby and guitar and you live on a farm?" Patrick nods, "Yeah. Most people think it's weird that I do, but I liked growing up with the animals, and I've had the same horse for ten years."
"It's not weird, I think it's cool. I mean it sounds interesting.. Oh my god, can you drive a tractor?"
Patrick laughs while nodding his head, "Yeah, I can. i learned how to do that before i learned how to drive."
"Oh my god, wait actually?"
"I'm a farmer, of course I do."
I laugh, as Patrick stops at a red light, and then faces me. "Anyways less about me, what about you, your family?"
"My family really isn't that interesting but, There's my two older brothers, Darren and Joey, then there's Shannon, Tadgh, Ollie and Sean." I explain, and Patrick starts driving again. "And who's older you or Shannon?"
"I am, I was born on March twelfth, at eleven fifty nine, and Shan was born three minutes later on March thirteenth."
"Oh no way, twelve is my jersey number because i'm inside center."
"Oh cool, how long have you been playing rugby?"
"All my life. have you ever watched a game?"
I shake my head, "No, never. I've only ever watched GAA and hurling because of my brother's."
Patrick pulls into an into a petrol station and parks in the space nearest to the door. I turn to him, "What are we doing?"
"I completely forgot that the pub closes at one in the morning, so we're gonna have to settle for this instead, is that okay?"
I nod, "Yeah, anything's fine, i just don't have any money though."
"Then it's on me, whatever you want. I got it." He responded and then climbed out of the car. I smile and then follow him inside.
I can't wait until i get to tell Shannon about this in the morning.
