The Demon's Girl

Chapter 2

Kim's p.o.v

I woke up to the sun shining in my face. I groaned and hissed at the contact burning into my skin and covered my face with my blanket. I  cracked my eyes opened and looked at the alarm clock. '7:45,' I thought. I turned over and sighed. 'Too early.' I opened my eyes and smiled at Patrick's sleeping face. His expression looked so sweet and innocent, like an angel, and his gentle snores tickled my ears. I slowly took out my hand stroked his cheek, smiling. His scrunched up his eyebrows and slowly opened eyes eyes, giving me a tired smile. 

"Good morning, sunshine," I said quietly.

He chuckled and stretched a bit. "Good morning, Kimmiekins," he yawned. "How'd you sleep?" I shrugged nuzzled close to him, pecking his lips. "Fine, since you were here with me," I replied. Patrick rubbed his eyes and kissed my forehead. I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. "Kimmiekins, get up."

"I don't wanna, Pattycakes. Your tummy is so cuddly and warm," I purred.

I sat up and straddled him, wiggling my fingers around his stomach. He squirmed around and laughed really hard, his face bright red. "Kim! Kim, stop, I can't breathe!" Patrick gasped out. I giggled and close to him, kissing both his cheeks. "Had enough, Pattycakes?" I teased.

"Yes!" Patrick yelled.

I ignored him and continued tickling him. Patrick held my waist and flipped me onto my back, topping me. Patrick smirked evilly and tickled me, making me scream. "Patrick! Patrick, no!" I squealed, trying to move his fingers off my waist. 

"Had enough, Kimmiekins?" Patrick mimicked my voice.

I smiled and kicked my legs around. "Truce! Truce!" I screamed. "Truce!" Patrick smirked and brushed my messy bedhead hair. "So beautiful," Patrick murmured. I smiled and sat up, pushing Patrick off of me. "What do you want for breakfast? My treat."

"Pancakes, please. With nutella," I called over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom.

"As you wish, my queen," Patrick shouted back.

I closed the door behind me, switched on the shower to warm water, and slipped off my pajamas. I hopped into the shower and began washing myself. I hummed Sugar, We're Going Down, tapping my foot to the beat.

'We're going dow, down in an earlier round, and sugar, we're going down swinging!" I sang.

I washed my hair thoroughly and bathed myself, singing a bunch of Fall out Boy songs. I finally got out and dried myself as fast as I could. I put on a black FOB logo shirt, red plaid skinny jeans, a red studded bracelet on each of my wrists, studded belt, and white combat boots. I slipped on one of Patrick's leather jacket and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked in and inhaled the sweet aroma.

"Tastes sweet in here, Pattycakes," I said.

"Just for you, baby girl," he said.

He put the plate filled with Nutella coated pancakes on the counter and looked at me. He stared at me for the longest time, a faint blush on his cheeks. "How do I look?" I asked. Patrick continued to stared at me, his face now bright red. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning," he answered. I smiled and stared at my boots, walking in. I sat on one of the counter stools and began eating my breakfast. I closed my eyes and smiled in pure bliss.

"Thank you, Pattycakes. I'm glad you liked it, and this is extremely delicious," I said.

Patrick smiled and wiped off some Nutella off my lips, licking it off his finger while staring at me. "You're right; it's very delicious," he said, winking at me. It was my turn to blush and I looked down at my pancakes.