A/N: ANOTHER UPDATE IN UNDER A MONTH? WHAAATTTT??? In remeberance of The Rev, even though I'm kinda late... why not? A whoolle chapter about him! Annnnnd Patrice of course. xD Thank you all for taking the time out of your day just for this storyy. It really means a lot to me :').
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*The Next Morning, Still In Jimmy's POV*
Well, if that wasn't a hell of a night, I don't know what is.
And no, it doesn't involve anything sexual.
Patrice still didn't stop talking in her sleep. So, I decided to sleep in another room. Can you blame me? In order to be Jimmy-fied everyday, I need my fucking sleep.
I get up, and walk downstairs to the kitchen, only in boxers, but hey, who cares?
When I walk into the kitchen, Patrice is sitting there fully dressed, staring at me.
When did she get different clothes.....?
She then decides to break the silence, saying something I didn't expect at all.
"Why didn't you tell me how you felt?"
How does she know?! Wait, she could mean something else. I guess I'll play along.
"What are you talking about, silly?" I ask, trying to lighten the tense mood a bit.
"Are we really gonna play this game?" She asks raising an eyebrow at me.
We can play until you realize I've been here all along.
"I don't recall playing any games." I say, being a smart ass.
"So, you won't have a problem telling me if this means anything?" She asks, standing up, walking over to me.
I raise an eyebrow in confusion. If what means anything?
Then, Patrice looks me deeply in the eyes & kisses me. I can't help but kiss back, closing my eyes, as my heart rate increases; no matter how fuckin' cliche that sounds. Her soft, plump lips taste of chocolate & strawberry. She traces the bottom of my lip with her tongue, silently asking for entrance to the inside of my mouth. Access granted. Her tongue slowly slips into my mouth as she explores. Okay, it feels like I'm gonna explode of pleasure now. I wrap my arms around her back & pull her closer to me as we tongue wrestle for a few moments.
All of a sudden her tongue slips out of my mouth. I open my eyes in confusion. She looks away, goes back to the chair she was in, almost like nothing happened. That was the best kiss of my life. But, she's not gonna get away without some sort of explanation.
"What was that?" I ask.
"I'll answer your question when you answer mine."
"Which question?"
"Did that kiss mean anything to you?" Patrice asks, staring me dead in the eyes.
FUCK YES.
"Why does it matter? You're just gonna go back with Matt anyway." I snap. That came out the wrong way..
She doesn't even flinch. "You didn't answer my question, Jimmy."
"It doesn't matter."
"Oh really? Well, why doesn't it?"
"I already told you why. This is pointless, Patrice. You'll never even understand, so there's no point in explaining."
"So, there is something to explain."
Sneaky bitch. Sneaky bitch that I'm madly in love with.
