The Moon in His Hands (Patrick Hockstetter)

The Moon in His Hands (Patrick Hockstetter) (Part 1)

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NOTE: This is my first time posting a fan fiction for anyone else to read. If this isn't as good as you think it could be, TELL ME PLEASE! I'm flopping around on the keyboard like a fish out of tartar sauce here! Tell me every opinion your brain can conjure about this story! Not enough Patrick? More Henry? Less? More about Luna? Too much focus on the OC and not enough on the canon characters? What you would love to see happen next? Ideas? HALP!

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It was summer vacation in the small township of Derry and all the kids were out enjoying the sunshine and lack of responsibility...all accept Henry Bowers and his creepy friend Patrick Hockstetter. They were both stuck inside the quaint little residence of the town's newest tutor. Both Butch and the Hockstetter's had gotten together and planned for their sons to make up their lack of education over the summer with the only tutor in town who would take them...a lady who had no idea what fresh hell she was signing up for. The same could be said for Luna Elhart. She lived in the house with her mother who was busy gathering some paperwork in her office. It's a shame she didn't catch her daughter in time to warn her about the guests in their living room, allowing Luna to come across the pair with a shock. Tiptoeing down the hall with silence and poise comparable to a house cat and clad in her favorite over sized green sweater, the blonde wandered right into her living area with a cup of tea in hand. She paused, looking Henry and Patrick dead in the eyes. They glanced up and maintained eye contact in turn, both parties just staring blankly for a moment before Luna broke into a warm smile and asked, "You must be sentenced here for summer school, huh?"

Henry's dull stare turned agitated while Patrick couldn't help but grin devilishly. No one told him their tutor had a pretty little daughter, and seeing her moving about the house in just a loose sweater with pajama shorts was more than a pleasant surprise. Henry caught onto his friends excited leering and began to realize for himself that the situation might have just improved for the both of them. He smirked and responded, "Please tell me you're the tutor."

Rolling her citrine hazel eyes at his attempts to flirt, Luna's smile only grew wider before she walked into the room and set her cup down next to the comfy chair she liked to call her spot. Sympathetically she shook her head. "No, I'm her daughter. My name's Luna...she might be in her office for a while, so do you guys want something to drink?" Might as well start off on the right foot. Little did Luna realize she was buttering up the two most psychotic boys in Derry. Patrick crossed one leg lazily over the other and leaned back, dust green eyes lingering heavily on her slender frame beneath the bulk of her sweater. His eyes snapped up to meet Luna's gaze when she asked if they'd like a drink, drawling confidently, "Depends on what you have, sweetheart." Luna felt her face flush, though she didn't melt into a puddle of hormones and giggles like most girls did when complimented by a handsome boy. Instead she just chuckled and turned towards the kitchen, calling back over her shoulder to him. "Soda, tea, or water, 'sweetheart'..."

"Soda would be nice, honey dearest." Patrick answered back sarcastically, Henry adding, "Make that two." Returning with two glass bottles dangling between her long fingers, Luna would drop them down on the coffee table in front of them before scooting by to her favorite chair. If she'd bothered to keep an eye on the two of them while she passed by, she might have noticed their eyes glued to her rear end. Hockstetter hummed in approval while his friend popped the cap off his drink, leaning as close to this enchanting young lady as the couch arm could possibly let him. Hockstetter addressed her in a velvety tone, saying, "Well aren't you a friendly one? The name's Patrick."

"Henry." Bowers mentioned his own name after gulping down a huge sip of cola. Luna just smiled at the two of them and slung her legs over one arm of the chair, leaning her back against the other. She dug into the cushions and pulled out a remote, tossing it to Patrick before getting back to her cup of tea. Never before had someone made sitting incorrectly look as sophisticated as Luna did in Patrick's eyes just then, AND she handed him a TV remote? Oh, he liked her a lot already. Henry couldn't think up anything unpleasant about her in that moment either. Here they were expecting an awful morning spent digging into math problems and then in strolls Luna with sugar, caffeine, nice legs, and television. "And she just keeps getting nicer, doesn't she?" Patrick couldn't stop ogling over her, wishing she'd drop herself right onto his lap. It was a pleasant change for him to receive positive attention from a pretty girl. Most of the women in Derry already knew what he was like and would have retreated to the safety of their locked bedrooms if they saw him and Henry sprawled out on their couch first thing in the morning. This one however made herself right at home in their presence, bringing gifts and a pair of lips that just made Patrick want to sink his teeth into her. Luna responded with her attention seemingly on the TV, "I try."