Mistake {AU}

II: Dance, Dance

Rachael
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I look at Patrick's hand, which waiting for mine to shake it. Something tells me it's too soon, too early to trust anyone. The only reason I'm here is because I have no where else to go.

After several seconds of stillness, Patrick puts his hand back to his side. He looks down as if he did something wrong, when in reality, I'm the mess. Maybe I'd just be a burden to them, but, since the woman said herself she'd be willing to help, I guess I'll ride this one out.

I got to admit, the guy, Patrick - Well - He isn't the definition of hot, but he's pretty maintained. His eyes were gorgeous though, a mix of green, blue, and hazel.

"Want to have a tour of the house?" Patrick suddenly speaks.

I mumble an ok and quickly regret it, seeing how Patricks face was still gloomy. He first took me towards the kitchen. I admit, I never really had good eating habits. I'd have a granola bar for breakfast, water for lunch, and a bowl of cereal for dinner. This whole kitchen was stocked with food though.

"This, as you can probably tell," He lets out a small smile, which is beautiful, " is the kitchen. It has a lot of food." He scratches the back of his neck. Patrick mumbled something as we continue to another room, but I couldn't hear what he said.

The next room we go to is the living room. It has a 50' TV and several couches next to some small tables. A home phone was lying around next to the tv remotes. The TV was already on and was playing a movie, but I didn't know which one.

"Earlier, right before you came, I was watching tv. Star Wars to be exact." Patrick says as a quite handsome man shoots a really ugly alien-thing. It looked like they shot at the same time, but it's whatever.

I stay silent, hoping he'd take me to see another room already, but he continues talking.

"This is the first movie - or fourth - well first one they made, but it's the fourth movie out of all six." He lets out a laugh, which I silently smile at. "I've never heard of it before." I say timidly.

"Maybe one day we could see it together." Patrick smiles, and I return it. "Maybe one day."

We continue upstairs to the hallway. Patrick points towards the master bedroom, which is his moms, and then shows me his room.

His room consisted of many posters, ranging from Green Day to Elvis Costello. He had several vinyls lying around and a drum set with a guitar next to it. Obviously he was very musically influenced.

"Who do you listen to?" Patrick asks while dusting off a vinyl.

"I don't really listen to music." I shrug. I had bigger problems to deal with than being able to listen to music.

He lets out an 'oh' and starts picking up just some stuff lying around. Patrick then leads me to a guest room, where I assume I'll be staying.

"I usually come here to play guitar, I guess I liked playing here better than my room." I walk around the room. It was bigger than Patrick's, and had several windows showing the outside world. It had a pull out bed and a small kitchen, plus a TV. I looked out the window and saw a car pull up in the driveway.

"Sorry if it bothers you that I'm staying here.." I say to Patrick, "but your mom told me we were apparently close when we were younger."

"Really? I don't remember." He says confused. I'd think he'd at least remember being around a young girl, a.k.a. Me, but I guess we were four..

"Hello! Patrick, Rachael!" Victoria calls out to us.

We rush towards the front door to see her with several bags from expensive shopping places. Uh oh.

"Here," Victoria hands me some bags, "go try some on!"

"You didn't need to do this, Victoria-"

"Please, call me Vic, and I insist on it! I want the best for you." She says as we walk to my 'room'. Patrick hung back in his room, since he's a guy obviously.

There are really some great clothes that Vic bought, and I probably thanked her about a million times. There were som  pajamas also that she bought for me to use. So, as Vic said herself, I 'wouldn't have to sleep naked.' 

It was 6:00 pm, and I'm guessing we weren't planning to go anywhere for the rest if the night, so I put the pajamas on. Vic said she was cooking something special, so I grab the book she bought for me that she though I might like and start reading it.

I hear a creak coming from behind me, but ignore it. I remember that I still have to take my anti-depressants and am about to take it until I hear really, really loud sounds coming from across the hall. All my anti-depressants fall to the ground due to me being 1. Clumsy and 2. Scared the living shit out of.

I march across the hall to where the sound is coming from, which is Patrick's room. Without knocking, I barge in and see him playing the drums shirtless.

What. The. Fuck?

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Lolz that ending tho  I know the story is probably rlly boring ._.

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