I'm A Smooth Criminal Officer Fitz (Mr. Blue Squeal)

Free Ride and and Lip Locked with Patrick

I hated the fact that Patrick now knew where I lived, I mean I should have just given him a fact address that was down the street, but I was tired and for some odd reason I wanted to go home.

He stopped at my house. The over sized home had grown from when I was little, we just to live in an apartment, but when mom started working as a therapist and dad started working at Princeton money got better and we moved into a bigger better home.

I didn’t see the point in having a house this big. This house could have been a small zoo. The white house looked terribly empty in the dark of the night, and it seemed that even the front door looked to be frowning out. It was almost as the house could tell my exact feelings. The house looked empty and alone, my feeling exactly.

Patrick handed me a small piece of paper and I went to open it up. He had written something down on it but in the dim light of the car nothing seemed visible but Patrick’s yellow eyes.

He leaned in slowly and I just looked at his eyes. His lips became so close to mind and I couldn’t control myself. I crashed my lips against him, and to my surprise his lips started moving against mine. I gasped and pulled back. “I’m sorry.” I muttered out and hopped out of the car running to the door, but as I turned the door handle I heard him yelled back to me , “Text me or call me anytime you need someone to talk to!” He drove away and I let out a sigh of relief.

I turned the door handle and opened the door. It let out a loud creak as I shut it behind me. I froze and looked around a bit.

Good I thought No one heard me. I said and started up the stairs, almost as if destiny wanted me to get caught every step I slowly tip-toed up creaked out a loud groan. I tip-toed faster, which only made the creaking louder. I didn’t care at this point. If they woke up I would say I was thirsty and went to get a drink.

As if destiny was plotting to take me down. My father starts down the stairs with a switch blade. “Dad!” I scream. “It’s only me; I was thirsty and wanted a drink, so I went down stairs.” I sighed.

“In that outfit?” He pointed. Shit I didn’t think of that.

“I couldn’t sleep and I was trying on outfits for school tomorrow and got thirsty and came down stairs. Sorry for waking you.” I sighed and ran past him yelling a soft Goodnight.

I walked up to my room and just sat on the edge of my bed. I didn’t bother getting out of those clothes. I just sat on the edge of my bed thinking. I kissed Patrick, and he kissed me back!

I finally fell into a deep sleep.