Shot Of My Heart

Chapter 8

[This is a filler.  I'm honestly having writers block on like all my stories idk why. Sorry guys :( ]

I didn't remember what happened when I woke up.  I woke up to my clothes thrown around, to Patricks clothes thrown around, and a pounding headache.  Patrick snored gently next to me.  I closed my eyes trying to remember anything from last night.  I remembered laughing a lot.  Touching.  Alcohol.  I opened my eyes again.  I hated getting drunk, I really did.  I sat up and shook Patrick.  He groaned a little. 

"Wake up" I said "Patrick please" I begged.  He groaned again and opened his eyes.  He looked around the room and sat up quickly.  He looked over at me. 

"Oh god" he said "Oh no, we didn't" I stared at the hickeys I'd left on him.  "We didn't"

"God" I groaned shoving my head in my hands.  "This isn't how I wanted it!"

"Oh no" he said quietly. 

"I wanted this to be special" I said pulling my head up.  He frowned at me.  "I-I wanted to be able to remember it"

"I'm sorry" he whispered "I wanted our first time to be special too" I stared at his back and raised my eyebrows at the claw marks. 

"Damn" I whispered.  I ran my hand down his back.  He flinched forward making a hissing noise.  "Sorry" I mumbled. 

"It's fine" he said quietly "I wish I could remember anything" he laughed weakly "I'm not even sure I was ready for that"

"Me either" I said. 

"Is it okay if I take a shower?" he asked.

"It's your house Patrick" I laughed gently.  He smiled a bit pulling himself off the bed.  I watched him walk into his bathroom and laid back on his bed wishing we'd hadn't done what we did.  The shower began to run.  I grabbed my phone and dialed Joes number.  "Pick up" I whispered.

"Hello?" I sighed.

"Joe, I-I don't know what happened"

"What do you mean?"

"I came over to comfort Patrick because he was sick and sad and I don't know.  We got to drinking and just, we, uhm"

"Oh, I understand, don't go any further"

"We weren't ready Joe, neither of us were ready to do that.  I don't know how to make it better" He sighed on the other line. 

"Honestly, talk to Patrick about it.  It'll be okay.  Maybe you both can put it aside-"

"That's just it, what if it was amazing?  What if it was almost magical?  And we would never know"

"Drunken sex doesn't sound too magical Pete"

"Ugh" I groaned "I just wish I knew what to do"

"You'll figure it out, I gotta go my dude, I'll call if there's a body"

"Okay, bye Joe"

"Later"
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We talked it through.  We decided to put it aside and act like it never happened.  We couldn't remember it so why flip over it?  We'd do this again when we were ready and not drunk and stupid.  We sat on his couch after we both showered the feeling off of us, and watched TV.

"One Tree Hill hurts me" Patrick said.  I chuckled as I ran my fingers through his hair.  That's what he chose to put on, I wasn't all that into the show, I was more into the Patrick.  "It does, it pains me"

"It'll be okay Patrick" I said smiling.

"I'm changing it, it hurts too much" He clicked around until he came across a different show "Greys Anatomy hurts me too"

"Is there any show that doesn't hurt you?" I asked.

"Nope" he said.  I smiled while he played an episode of Greys Anatomy.