We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 5

Jessica's POV

"Oh my god your shaking." Pat released me and took of his black jacket so he could wrap it around my shoulders. "Pat, I don't nee-"

"No, you're cold and you're taking my jacket," he chuckled.

"Ok, so why are you in the rain and crying? I thought you were at Connor's house?" He asked calmly.

"Uh, umm..." I trailed off.

"He had to go to... work," I lied.

"Then why are you crying?" He bent down to my face and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I-I... I can't," I sighed.

He nodded sadly and wrapped his arms around me one more time.

"I really need some Nutella right now," I mumbled into his shoulder.

He laughed.

"Umm. Before we go back, I have to tell you something," he said wearily.

"Ok." I smiled.

"Camm told me everything. About Connor, about the just friends thing... everything," he smiled happily while the look on my face faded into nothing. Why would he be happy about this?

"It's ok I feel the same! I'm sorry about the just friends thing, I just wasn't sure about what we were. But now we can be together, right?" he smiled again, but this time, bigger.

"Pat I don't know..." I frowned.

What if Connor comes after me? Or worse, Pat? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if he got hurt because of me.

"What? What are you talking about?" He frowned back.

"I-I'm sorry, Pat," I sniffled.

"I just can't," I mumbled, trying not to cry.

"Uh, ok," he fake smiled and pulled me into the passenger seat of a black car that definitely wasn't his.

He started the car and didn't take his eyes from the road. I took out my iPhone again and looked at myself in the camera. I am no longer tanned, I'm pale and a little smaller then usual.

"Jessica are you feeling ok?" He asked looking concerned.

No. But I'm skinny and happy.

"Yeah I feel fine," I smiled.

"Are you sure?"

No, but I'm 106 pounds of pure happiness.

"Yeah." I watched the rain fall down the window as we pulled up to the tour bus.

We both stepped out and I slipped getting out and landed hard on my ass. Ouch.

"Are you ok?" Pat ran to my side and picked me up by my waist. He looked scared as hell when he let me go. Why? I don't know, but whatever. We entered the tour bus and were greeted by a smiling Hailey.

Pat's POV

As I picked her up, I felt as if I was lifting a twelve year old girl. Not a 21 year old woman. We walked back to the tour bus and Hailey and Jessalyn attacked her with questions.

"Camm, come here." I pulled him into the lounge and shut the door.

"What?" He asked. "I think Jess is sick," I rushed.

"Like what kind of sick?" He asked getting worried.

"Ok, so when we got here she slipped and fell. I helped her up and she just didn't have the right weight for a twenty-one-year-old," I explained.