Mistake {AU}

IV: Bulletproof Love

Rachael
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I cross my arms and lift an eyebrow at the sight of Patrick. Like I said, he isn't the definition of hot, but oh my Lord-

Patrick seems to be thinking as he stands up away from the drum set. A smirk grown on his face as he makes his way towards me.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Patrick suddenly says.

"No."

"Shame, since your are beautiful."

"Whatever you say." I roll my eyes.

I notice a scar ranging across Patrick's stomach. It seemed to be caused by a knife, or dagger per say. I never thought Patrick to be a fighting type, more like a 'I'll kill you with kindness' type. Then again, I apparently saw him last when we were both four.

"Where have I seen you before?" Patrick said examines me closely, a little too close for my liking.

I back away. "Apparently we were inseparable at the age four, but you said you didn't remember me at all." I shrug.

"Well, I guess now I do."

I let out a groan and hear Vic yell, "Foods ready!"

"We better get down there." I tell Patrick and throw his abandoned shirt at him.

I march down the stairs and shortly after Patrick joins me at the dinner table. He seemed to be avoiding my gaze, which is weird since he was getting really close just a few minutes ago.

I roll my eyes and look towards Vic, who is carrying the food towards us. She sets the plates down on the tables and looks at Patrick and I.

Vic seems to notice our uncomfortable-faces and looks at us worriedly. We all start eating never-the-less, of course there was awkward silence though.

Patrick is the first to finish, so he puts his plate away and matches up the stairs.

"What happened?" Vic questions, sliding her chair closer to mine.

"To be honest, I don't even know.." I think about what had happened.

"Did you and Patrick talk at all?" Vic looks again worried.

"..." I stay silent for a second, "...no, he's just weirded out by apparently knowing me long ago." I lie, even though he might be.

Vic nods and puts our plates away. She mentions something about having to leave early tomorrow for work, but I was too deep into thought to process all of what she said.

Vic descends up the stairs and I trail behind her, breaking off into my room. I lay flat on the bed and sigh. I want to know what's up with Patrick, but he seemed really off at dinner.

I roll off my bed onto the floor. It takes me a couple minutes to get up because of pure laziness, and I walk to Patrick's room. I knock this time, not wanting to repeat what happened last time, and he timidly opens up.

"Patrick, we need to talk."

"About.." He mumbles.

"About what happened before dinner!" I'm a very impatient person, ok?

"Oh, well, I.. Well you see.." Patrick fiddles with his hands,

Do you have a switched personality disorder or something? Cause it seems like." I roll my eyes, but I'm actually being serious.

"No!" He nods his head sideways vigorously,

"Yes! It. Seems like you do."

"Look, I don't, ok!?" Patrick fumes.

"Yeah, ok. What else could it be?" Patrick tenses up. I decide that it'd be best if I leave now, mumble goodnight, and I make my way out of the room.

To be honest, I don't knew if I even believe what I had said, but what else could it be? I take my medication finally after all this time, turn off the lights, and lay on the bed.

Something about Patrick seems off, yet everything about him is so perfect.

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My love for you was bulletproof, but your the one who shot me... If that's the lyrics lollll

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