The Music or the Misery (Book 2)

Lips Pressed Close To Mine

It didn't take long for Patrick to answer; in fact, it took a whole three minutes. I know this because I watched my phone the whole time, seeing every second tick by. Riddly sat on her bed, waiting along with me. Which is why we both jumped when my phone pinged.

"I don't want to look" I say, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Don't be such a child Violet. Open your eyes!" she yells and when I do, I see her moving to sit next to me. She glances at my phone before I do, her face breaking into a wide grin.

"He put a kiss on the end" she laughs, wiggling her eyebrows. Of course, then I can't stop myself, my eyes flying to the screen. My fingers grip the phone tightly as I begin to read it.

Patrick: You're not the only one struggling with their words Sweetheart. You don't know how happy I am that you've decided to come. I can't wait to see you, is this weekend okay? X

I must have read it over and over, trying not to feel too happy about it. He can't wait to see me and I'm not ashamed that I feel the same.

"Sweetheart huh? That's cute" Riddly says and I nudge her embarrassed.

"It's no big deal"

"It's a huge deal! I wish someone would call me Sweetheart. I don't know how you can say no to him"

"Riddly, you know you shouldn't automatically trust someone who calls you a nice name, right?" I smirk at her and she raises her eyebrows, acting shocked.

"What can I say, I'm romantic. Aren't you?" she asks.

"Maybe a little" I grin and read the text again. "Are we free this weekend?"

"Yes! Even if we weren't, I'd be cancelling whatever we had planned. This is important" she says and I agree with her. I think this is important for me because I'm hoping it will help me work out what's going on.

Violet: This weekend is great. Where will we meet you?

Patrick: Fantastic! I'll send you the address. X

Although short and sweet, I've survived my first conversation with him over text, without too much trouble. I still can't quite believe we're going but at the same time, I'm glad it's happening.

***

Throughout the whole of Friday, I was on edge in every class. I didn't know if I was nervous or excited but something made me unable to focus. Ollie commented on my mood but I brushed it off, unwilling to explain the situation. I doubt he would want to know anyway. Considering we've just made up, I'm assuming he won't appreciate the turn of events in my life.

By Saturday morning, I'm going insane. I don't know what to wear or even if I should care too much about it. Riddly thinks I should care and she's currently trying to get herself ready. Patrick text and told us to go to the studio around twelve pm, which leaves us roughly one and a half hours.

"Here try this" she says, throwing a piece of material at me. When I hold it up, I roll my eyes. It's an overly revealing top.

"Riddly I don't want him to think I'm desperate or anything. Plus, this is supposed to fun and when I say fun, I mean I only want to be his friend" I explain and she turns to me annoyed.

"Whatever you say! Just wear something nice then. I doubt he'll care what you wear anyway, he probably worships the ground you walk on" she muses.

"He does not!" I yell back and start rummaging around for something appropriate. In the end I went for something comfortable which included black skinny ankle length jeans and a white camisole. Riddly on the other hand chose a summer dress, almost as orange as her hair. Although I didn't have enough time to comment because by the time we were ready, it was time to leave.