The Golden Rule || Patrick Stump fanfic

Chapter 8: I'll Turn My Love Down

---Electra---

My eyes forced open. The pale yellow light hit my eyes. I looked down to see where I was. Strangely, I wasn't in the car. I was in a rather comfortable double bed cuddled into the side of Patrick. Where were we? My eyes adjusted properly to lighting. We were in a small but pretty room with white walls and a large bay window. The bedsheets were white and smelt like flowers. I turned my head to look at Patrick. He looked pretty content with himself as he slept. He had a gray t-shirt on. His strong, yet sweet, sent hit me and I nestled my head into his shoulder. This was great. We're probably in Bloomfield now. I looked around the room thoroughly this time. There was a door in the far corner and it was painted in a glistening white paint. There was a pale beach wood dresser with a pretty white mirror above it. A black chandelier was positioned above the bed and it was turned off. The bay window had a white veil draped across the top.

I forced Patrick's arm from around me and got out of bed. To my pleasure, I had clothes on. Black pajama shorts and the same MCR shirt. I walked over to the bay window and the sight was unbelievable. The streets were pretty and colorful. The houses opposite were painted all kinds of bright colors. It was all so beautiful.

I heard some voices from downstairs. I don't even know who's house we were in. It was either Patrick's cousin or his cousin's friend. I wasn't sure.

Patrick mumbled something and began to stir. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at me standing in the window and smiled.

"Morning princess." He grunted in his morning voice. That was fucking adorable.

I smiled and went back onto the bed. I pushed myself into Patrick from the front, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"How'd you like NJ?" He asked, hugging me tight.

"It's beautiful!" I enthusiastically squealed, making Patrick laugh.

"We're at my cousins, by the way." He explained.

I put my head back so I could see him. "Ah alright."

He kissed my forehead.

Well, one thing lead to another and Patrick had climbed on top of me, holding me down, kissing me deeply.

"You beautiful angel." He breathed as he kissed my neck.

I wanted this so much, but we made a deal last night.

I pushed him off. "No."

His face looked confused for a second, but then returned to normal. "Oh yeah... Sorry."

"You don't have to apologise." I giggled.

Patrick got up and grabbed his clean jeans from his backpack. He pulled his pajama pants off quicker than lightning and put the jeans on. He pulled out a new t-shirt from his bag, Twenty One Pilots, and put it on. He gets changed pretty quick.

I stood up and got my own jeans from my bag and put them on. I pulled out a different MCR shirt, this one with the Danger Days spider, and put it on slowly. Patrick looked at me getting dressed, biting his bottom lip slightly.

"Jesus Christ you pervert." I joked, throwing a pillow at him. He laughed and put his hands over his eyes.

I grabbed my hair brush and pulled at my hair. I twisted the blue tips together and pulled them up onto the top of my head along with the rest of my black locks. I always wear my hair down, but I wanted a change. I looked into the pretty mirror and looked at myself. It looked alright. I threw my makeup on quickly and turned back to Patrick. He was putting two mismatched socks on.