Mr. Stump

Casual Affairs

You know how when someone pushes something over the counter and it goes crashing to the ground? Well that was how I felt when my mother stepped into the record shop. My stomach wanted to go to the floor but my head was through the roof with panic. She didn't seem to notice my presence. 

Yet.

I turn to Patrick who was busy talking to the store manager while purchasing our record among some snacks to bring along with us...even though we just ate. I glance back at my mother and her date who seem to be distracted by the display in the window. I hit the deck with an immediate thud. Smelling the god awful carpet was like the rotten stench of fruit. I gulp down my vomit while examining my next action in this sticky situation. 

Looking around from my stand point, all i could see was the mustard cushions large enough to hide behind. I peek from my push up position and to my surprise my mother was still distracted. I then move my eyes to Patrick looking around the shop for me. Being so small has its pros and cons I suppose. Inching my way towards the seat, my stomach glides its way into a sitting position. Voices erupt in the store, " Patrick Stump long time no see!" a deep, bellowing and cheerful voice beacons towards Patrick. His head turns and assets the situation, now understanding the reason for my army crawl. " Alex! Hello! Oh my god its been forever! How have you been?" Patrick walks towards the couple as he turns them away from me. 

"Man I've been good, you look great. What have you...." The conversation goes on in every regular ' been up to', ' whats new?' kinda exchange. I raise my body to a crouching stance, while feeling the store manager's eyes curiously watching me. He was no threat to me, I hope. Patrick continues to converse with my mother and the gentleman named Alex. She seemed more loose and free-flowing than usual. When I see her, her hair is usually up and her eyes are dull with a pale blue color. But tonight, her hair is freshly washed and her eyes look bright and hopeful. It warms me seeing her have fun. 

Seeing me out with Patrick would change her mood real quick.

Finally seeing it click in my mom's mind she speaks " Aren't you my daughter's teacher? History right?" She raises her finger pointing at his outfit, somewhat similar to what he wears on a daily basis, just a bit classier. Patrick smiles and moves them farther away from the door, signalling me to make my get away. 

Once again. Thinking ahead. Sexy as hell.

"What is your daughters name?" Patrick continues to keep them distracted. I slip off my heels to move more fluently in between the rows of records and CDs and just as I make it close to the door, I rise to my feet, someone entering the store rings the hanging bell above the door, slipping out was such an ease. My heart rises from the soles of my feet since the gravel of the side walk is cold like a meat freezer floor. I scoot down towards Patrick's car and lean against the hood, giving myself an internal high-five for that double-oh-seven-James-Bond-Stealth-Mode-10/10-Montage-Escape. It takes about another 5 minutes before I see Patrick casually walking towards me. I slight shiver, half from the cold, half from Patrick.

" Very well done Kora,I must admit. Didn't know you could be so stealthy" His hips lean against mine and his hands rest on my hips. "Well I snuck my way into your heart " It takes me a second " Oh wow.....that was so corny why did I sa-" Patrick cuts me off with the sharpness of his lips on mine. The heat melts the cold forming on my skin and on my heart. Slowly hes breaking my walls. With every touch, every look, every action, every word, anything he does takes down one brick at a time. Should I be scared? Should this be happening? I'm not fighting it, nor do I really want to. I'm happy for once. All these thoughts run through my mind as Patrick's lips work against mine, creating more heated friction between what we know we want. Our surrounding go numb to our sense. This was real. This wasn't a dream. This was my reality. After a while he releases me from his tender lips, his eyes wide with a concoction of lust and love. His hands run through my hair gently as he smirks and whispers into my ear 

"Can I take you home?" He travels to my neck and kisses it gently. My eyes grow heavy and my skin buzzes with sensation. Without thinking, I nod in agreement. He looks to me and leads me to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and guiding me in. He doesn't take his eyes off of me for a second while heading to the driver side of the car. Climbing in. Clicking his seat belt. Turning on the car. Not for a second. His eyes said it. All of it. But there's something else in those dark colored eyes. Adoration.