Looking for happiness

Chapter 3

*** Five months later.  Sunday morning. London***

Kevin was sleeping when his phone rang. He looked at the clock and It was 8 Am.
'Who the fuck is calling on a Sunday morning? ', He mumbled to himself,
as he decided to ignore the call.
He was so tired after working late all week . Whoever it is, will have to wait.
He tried to fall back to sleep when his phone rang again.

'Oh Jesus Christ...What the fuck?', He sighed and put the pillow on his head trying to ignore it. But when the ringing continued he started to get worried. Maybe it was important. Who calls on a Sunday morning two times in a row?

He grabbed his phone from the beside table. It was a private number. That made him worry even more. What if something happened to one of his parents? To one of his friends?

'Hello', he answered quietly.

'Kevin? Is that you?'

'Yes?'

' Oh wow...you only answered when you didn't see my number, that's not very nice...', He heard a male voice but the reception was not that great.

'Who is this? I can barely hear you..'

'Wait..I'll move. Do you hear me now?'

'Yes..'

'It's... Patrick.. Patrick Murray..'

Silence. Suddenly Kevin's whole body froze. Did he hear right?

'Kevin? Are you there?'

Kevin sat down. WTF? 'Yes. I'm here..'

'Oh..Good..', he said . 'Guess where I am now..'

'What?', Kevin asked confused.

'I'll give you a clue. You drove all the way up here to fuck me against a tree...'

Oh my god . What was happening. Patrick called him out of the blue and was talking like they were best buddies who talk every day. all day.

'Hmmm....', Kevin wasn't really sure how to react. It's been months since they'd spoke. Why was he calling now and why did he sound so weird?

'It was a great night, wasn't it? I'm in the Russian river if you didn't guess . I was in this amazing party and now I'm next to our tree...or at least I think it's our tree...', Patrick giggled.

'Patrick, Are you ok?'

'Yes... I'm OK..and you?'

'Are you sure? Did you take something? ', Kevin asked, thinking it was the only logical explanation to Patrick's behavior.

'How did you know?', Patrick continued laughing.

'What did you take? Molly?'

'Yes..and tequila too.', Patrick admitted. He almost sounded like he was proud of himself.

Jesus. That wasn't a good combination.

'Are you sure you're ok?'

'Me? I'm wonderful. Great .Never better thank you very much', He paused and whispered 'But...there is one thing missing. I need dick..'

Shit. The last thing Kevin wanted after all of this time was to worry about Patrick or have anything to do with  all his drama again. It was a chapter in his life that he'd closed. It took him a long time to try and get his life together to what it used to be Before Jon. Before Patrick. Before his life turned into a hot mess.

His instincts told him  to hang up the phone immediately and forget this call.

But.....the man was obviously drunk and not in his right mind and Kevin couldn't just hang up like that. He felt he needed to try and see that he'll be fine.

'Patrick, is there someone else with you there?'

'No...that's why I called you. Can YOU come?'

'Where are Dom and Agustin? Who did you go there with ', Kevin ignored him. He was obviously delusional wanting Kevin to come. Jesus.

'They are in San Francisco. Each of them is probably having hot sex right now. Dom has a new boyfriend... and I came here with...', Patrick paused for a second. 'With Richie...', he continued.

'Oh...', Kevin said. 'OK...then...where is he? You shouldn't be alone now...', Kevin asked. Dear god. Talking to Patrick was hard. Talking to Patrick about Richie felt.... horrible.

'He's not here. He left..'

'Well..go find him then. Call him or find someone who will be there with you if you're high..'

'That's why I called you. Can you come? I want you to come...', he repeated.

'No Patrick. I can't come', it was like talking to a fucking child.

'Why not? I know you're not with Jon anymore. I know you guys broke up. Magen told me.' 

'Yes... but  i still can't come..'

'Why?'

'Well for starters, I'm in London. I'm...'

'Why are you so far away. I wish you could be here', Patrick didn't let him finish.

Kevin closed his eyes and sighed.

'Do you want me to call someone for you? Dom or Agustin...or...', Kevin stopped for a second. 'Richie?'

'No... I want YOU to come... I called YOU..', he said again.

'OK...Patrick you're obviously high and you don't know what you're talking about..'

'I know what I'm talking about...'

'Ok..that's it. What's Richie's number? I'll call him...'

'Oh ..that will be hilarious...', Patrick laughed. 'You calling Richie. That's just...messed up '

'Give me the number.. or call him yourself..'

'Don't bother. He won't come...I think he hates me..'

And now everything was clear.

Wow. Richie and Patrick probably had a fight. Patrick got high and for some reason decided to call Kevin.

'Listen Patrick, I see that this conversation is not going anywhere. I think I'll go now and I'll try to find your friends cell number, ok? Just try not to move..'

'Is it because you hate me too?', Patrick asked.

'What? I don't hate you Patrick...', Kevin said quietly, wondering just how much of this Patrick will remember tomorrow.
'I don't blame you, you know. I was awful to you.'

'Well that was in the past...it doesn't matter anymore'

'Is it? Because I was thinking about us, about everything that happened between us a lot lately... '

OK. This conversation was turning into something really weird. He knew Patrick probably didn't mean to say all of those things. Thinking about them? Yeah right.

'Do you still think of me at all? Did you break up with Jon because of us?  I think Richie just left me because of you...', Patrick was like a shooting machine.

Kevin was speechless.