The Opportunity of a Lifetime

Chapter 22 (Hailey's POV)

Its been a couple days since the incident with that psycho girl. I had asked Patrick about the other girl that hugged him, but he didn't seem ready to talk about it yet, so I didn't press the subject.

I had been trying to figure out why I always "black out" whenever I get extremely mad. With no luck, of course. I've been researching it on the internet, but nobody seems to have a similar problem. What is wrong with me?

"So," Patrick yawns, emerging from the bunk area and settling down beside me on the couch, putting an arm around me, "what are we gonna do today?"

We don't have any shows scheduled for today, and we have yet to set plans for the day ahead. I look over at Patrick, who looks incredibly adorable with his disheveled blue bedhead. I kiss his cheek, and he turns ruby red.

"Awww," Pete calls from the kitchenette, throwing everybody a can of soda, while Patrick blushes even harder. I decide to take advantage of it and I grab his face, kissing him right on the lips. When I sit back, everyone's staring at me with wide eyes.

"What? Its not like I fucked him in front of you," I defend.

"Hail!" Patrick exclaims exasperatedly, while Cheryl and I start laughing.

"That's not quite how it works, Hail Storm," Joe chimes in, smirking at me.

"Huh?" I question.

"You see," Joe clears his throat, "when two human beings have sex, technically the guy "fucks" the girl, not the other way around, because the penis is-"

"OKAY, GUYS, WE GET IT," Patrick yells, blushing impossibly darker.

"OUR PATTY'S BLUSHING!" Pete laughs.

"Eat your shit, Pete." Patrick pouts.

"I got it!" Cheryl pipes in, all of us turning to look at her.

"What, you want to eat Pete's shit?" Andy asks her, making me choke on my root beer.

"No, dipshit, I meant I have an idea for today."

"Do tell," Joe says, propping his head on his palms and grinning creepily at her.

Looking weirdly at Joe, she asks, "They have movie theaters in Canada, right?"

"Cher, this is Canada, not the Planet Chode," (A/N: inside joke between me and chauncey1234) I say, smirking. The guys look at me weird but Cheryl knows what I mean.

Ignoring me, she continues, "We should all go see Magic Mike XXL!"

I jump up, fist pumping the air, yelling "YES!" at the same time as the guys, who groan.

"Noooo, whyyyy?" Pete whines.

"Yeah, why do we want to see half naked guys dance around with their junk hanging out?" Andy adds.

Patrick just looks like he walked in on his parents making another Patrick.

"Come on, pleeeease?" Cheryl widens her eyes in an innocent expression.

"In no way will we go to see that movie," Joe says, shaking his head.

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"I can't believe we watched that movie," Pete mumbles, shuddering, as we walk out of the movie theater.

Andy follows, looking uncomfortable and disheveled. Patrick shuffles out behind me, trembling slightly.

"Aww, we shattered Patty's innocence," Cheryl jokes, walking out of the door next.

Patrick glares at her. "Don't call me that." Cheryl just raises her eyebrows in response.

Lastly comes Joe, and he doesn't look half as uncomfortable as the other guys. It almost seemed as if he... enjoyed it. Is he...?

"Joe, why don't you look as scarred as us?" Pete questions, raising an eyebrow.

"I was too busy laughing. Joe Manganiello is my cousin, ya know," he explains.

"Who?" Cheryl asks.

"The guy who played 'Big Dick Richie'."

All of us still have blank looks. He sighs. "The guy who tried to make that girl smile in the grocery store, c'mon!"

"Ohhhhhhh," all of us drone in unison. Cheryl starts bursting out laughing again. She died at that scene.

All of us watch her a while, amused. After she recovers herself, Pete turns to us.

"How did we end up watching that horrid dick-shaking impossible-standards-for-men... thing, again?"

I raise my eyebrow. "Dude, Cheryl walked up to you and pinched your nipple until you agreed to go. How do you not remember that?"

Cheryl snickers while Pete rubs his chest subconsciously.

"Yeah, that hurt, Cheryl." Pete pouts at her.

"Aw, poor thing," she says sarcastically, walking up to him and grabbing his cheek like a clingy grandmother would. If they like each other, they sure have a damn weird way of showing it.

"Just promise us you won't put us through that torture again," Patrick says, rubbing his temples, all of the guys nodding in agreement.

"No promises," Cheryl says mischeviously. I grin at her.

"Just be prepared for us to get you back," Andy growls, practically putting on his war paint already.

Cheryl and I glance at each other. What do they have in mind?