Through the Seasons

Begin the Begin

Note: Some of Ellen's family history is altered in this story. Also, even though Patrick and Ellen are not the same age in real life, they are in this story! It will also be told from both of their perspectives! I hope you like it❤️.

Ellen Pompeo. Ellen Pompeo. Ellen Pompeo.
My pen moved swiftly as i traced my signature over, and over, and over again until my chemistry notebook was filled with about a thousand Ellen Pompeos. I stare at them in contemplation, finally satisfied with the one I had chosen to use. I could still switch it in the future, it's not like I have a credit card or a license. My dad would never trust me with either of them, at least that's what he tells me when i myself know the real reason is because we can't afford them. Even though everyone in the family works, including me, the money we bring home is just enough to put a roof over our heads and food on the table. I've been working ever since i was 15, but i had to figure out a system of how to get from Fenway Park to my house since my dad drove the only car we had to his job. So for the past 2 years i've been making sure someone could take me, and that someone would be my boyfriend. I've had 7 boyfriends the past two years, all terrible drivers and terrible kissers. I can't recall a time i was single, if you don't count the one week i give my exes to grieve the breakup. I know people talk behind my back, i can see their words plastered over the walls, saying how i sleep around too much, i move on too quickly, or that i'm too skinny to be called "hot". Or that the people i hang out with are weird theatre kids. But those words are only spoken by my white, so called, friends. My black and gay friends usually encourage, tell me "go girl", they make me laugh, they've taught me more things that are taught in school. Honestly, without them, these last three years would have felt more like the end of the world instead of just hell.

I look up from my notebook only to see a whole new set of equations up on the board. The teacher kept talking, but his words were interrupted as the door opened, revealing the principal with a tall, black haired kid. His eyes scanned the crowd of students in the class room. I can't help but notice how hot he is, and how blue his eyes were. I had never seen more perfect hair either, even my own boyfriend, who was sitting right next to me, did not have that volume of hair.

The principal and the teacher exchange a few words and with that, the principal disappeared through the door once again. Mr. Allen gestured towards the seat behind me, for the kid to sit in. So he began walking my way, i brushed my hair behind my ear, and followed him with my eyes. I couldn't help it, even when Matt, my boyfriend, kicked me under the seat, noticing me.

But he didn't look up, the entire time he was looking down, probably embarrassed to walk in in the middle of class in front of everyone. I noticed his eyes skimmed my notebook full of my signatures before he took a seat.

"I saw that," Matt accused me. I turn to look at him, rolling my eyes. Out of all my boyfriends he was the most jealous one, but the best driver, which is not saying much.

I tilt my head and give him a look that says "really?", without speaking the actual word. He didn't have time to answer as Mr. Allen started the lesson once again. And i, began to draw doodles of trees and flowers. Submerging myself into every other thoughts other than chemistry.

Patrick's point of view

I nervously enter the cafeteria, the smell of pizza and fries instantly hitting me. I look down at someone's plate and i decide i'd rather starve.

God, what is this place? Out of all the cities, we had to move to Boston. But why did we move in the first place? We left everything behind, our family, our little town, my friends. The fact that we even set a foot outside of Maine makes me want to cry. I really don't think the job my dad got is worth it, but my mom made the final decision, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her I didn't want to go. Besides, it's one year, and then i can leave to wherever i want. Well, not really, but..

I turn back around and exit the cafeteria, cherishing the fresh air from outside. I see the auditorium is to the left, so i head there. I always liked being on stage, or making people laugh and just feel emotions. It was very different from skiing which at some point in my life i had wanted to make it my career. But that dream ended quickly as i got injured winters ago.

I enter the loud auditorium, with a bunch of people on the stage. Someone was playing the piano, a tall white guy was singing and dancing to it. Others were acting, running, it was a mess. I decide to go sit in the back and start my chemistry homework instead of socializing. I sit down and i was about to open my backpack when i hear moaning coming from behind me.

I slowly turn around, not sure if i wanted to see what was happening behind me. But sure enough, there were two people making out. The blonde, skinny girl pulled back and saw me. She shoved the muscular dude off of her as if he was a feather.

"Oh my god, Matt," she patted his shoulder. The guy— or Matt— turned around and figured out why his girlfriend had stopped the session.

They quickly got up, as did i.

"I'm so sorry," the girl said, her boston accent now very noticeable. Her cheeks were blushed, and her vibrant green eyes widened in embarrassment. And then i realize that this is the same girl from my chemistry class.

"No, uh, it's okay, i'll leave, go at it," i said, chuckling. I pick up my backpack and head down to the front row seats, maybe there people wouldn't be making out. I set my backpack down and watch other people perform.

"Who are you?" The guy who used to be dancing pointed a finger at me.

"I'm Patrick, i just moved here a week ago, i'm new," i said.

"Well, no shit, if you just moved here then you must be new," he blurted.

"Leave the poor guy alone, Ian," a feminine voice shouted from behind me. I hear steps getting closer and closer, and as she finally comes around in front of me, i see that it's the same girl who was apologizing to me a few minutes ago. "Don't mind him, he's an ass."

Ian recoiled at her statement, "girl, shut up, i'm the nicest friend you've ever gotten!" She laughed and playfully kicked him in the butt. It wasn't until then that i could see her completely. She was wearing baggy light-blue jeans and a tight white shirt, embracing her torso and the outline of her breasts. My breath was cut short as i looked up at her face. I didn't really have time to actually look at her, but now that i am, i can totally understand why Matt wouldn't have wanted to stop the make out session.

"Weren't you just making out with your boyfriend?" I say jokingly, hopefully not hitting any nerves.

Ian was the first one to laugh, "oh my god, i'm so sorry that you witnessed that."

Her cheeks were red once again, her arms crossed, "fuck off, like you don't get on top of your boyfriend every chance you get!"

"Oh, shit," i say, admiring her feistiness.

"You know what, Ellen, you're lucky i have to go to fourth period right now, or else..." he grabbed his stuff and headed out the main exit.

"The bell hasn't even rung yet," she screamed.

I was still sitting down, watching the whole entertaining scene play out. She turned around to look at me and I suddenly felt like the spotlight was on me.

"I am so sorry about before, i swear I don't do that often," somehow it felt like she was lying.

I laughed, "it's no big deal, really," i said awkwardly. "What's your name again?" I said, but i knew damn well what it was, i just wanted her to introduce herself properly.

"Oh! Right, sorry. I'm Ellen," she extended one hand, and I eagerly accepted it.

"Ellen? Right. Patrick," i shook her hand.

"Patrick..." she said smiling. I looked at her beaming smile and then around the auditorium, maybe this isn't gonna be such a bad year after all.