Baby, it's cold outside.

chapter four.

Pete just did not.

What a dick, you couldn't even speak, so flushed and surprised by his comment that it just migth affect you for the rest of your life... And maybe even Patrick's by the look of his priceless expression. You didn't move, just hearing Pete's laughter down the hallway which made you blush even harder, if it was possible. You looked over at Patrick, seeing that he was looking at you and you gulped. What now? What could you possibly say now? Ideas popped in your head, very, very bad ideas, but you couldn't help it. Patrick admitted that he was attracted to you, and God, did that mean..? 

"I'm so, so sorry," Patrick sighed, looking at the door in a sort of surprised trance. You shook you head, trying to get yourself under control, and offered him a little smile. 

"Don't be.. It's Pete.." you bit your bottom lip, walking closer and poking his arm, which made him jump. You blink, and he sighs shakily, looking down at you to see that you were still in your towel. Clothes.. Or naked.. You shake away the thoughts, but your eyes told a different story. Maybe Patrick saw that because he quickly adverted his eyes and dug through his bag for some clothes for you to wear. With his back turned to you, you built up the courage to speak up. 

"You really think I'm pretty?" you asked softly, biting your bottom lip softly, walking forwards a little. He froze for a just a second, but he quickly got a shirt and some boxers for you to wear. You blushed, seeing that there was no pants, but accepted quickly. 

"Beautiful," Patrick corrected, smiling a little at the floor and rubbing the back of his neck. You grin, shaking your head a little before giggling and running off with the clothes and getting dressed. Patrick Stump had just called you beautiful, beautiful, and you could barely wrap your mind around the idea of it.