Dream Catcher

Four

Against her better judgement as well as her subconscious better judgement (Y/n) allowed the Bowers gang to walk with home, Patrick kept his arm wrapped around hee shoulders throughout the whole walk smiling and flirting with her.

Cringing on the inside (Y/n) knew this looked wrong; 'If Richie were to see us right now, I'm sure he would make some sick joke about this.' she thought to herself, "Umm Patrick, may I know how do you know where I live?" (Y/n) askes pausing in her steps which made the rest of the Bowers gang stop behind her as well; "Simple princess-" Patrick says strugging his shoulders; moving his arm from around her shoulders he places her hands into the side of his dark blue jeans pockets, "I follow you home." Patrick says.

"Creep..." Victor mumbles lowly towards himself which causes Belch to give a low chuckle in reply; "Wanna make sure your alright and stuff." Patrick says out right ignoring his friend, either he heard what Victor said or he didn't and just ignored him Patrick wasn't acting like his normal self.

"Why couldn't we just take the car?" Henry says annoyance being shown in his voice as he spoke, Patrick turned his head to Henry and from where (Y/n) was standing it looked as if Patrick was giving his leader the stink eye; but the question was why, 'Why would Patrick do something like that if he's loyal towards Henry?' (Y/n) thinks.

Searching her mind for any possible reason the (h/c) haired teenager girl couldn't find a solution towards it, 'It's almost as if Patrick's a completely different guy.' (Y/n) thinks; but those thoughts were cut off when Patrick spoke, "Because I wanted to get her home safely.", "And a car would've gotten her there faster!" Henry says his eyes fixed in a glare on Patrick. 'Seems he's noticed the strange behavior as well.' (Y/n) thinks.

"What the hells wrong with you today?!" Henry shouts towards the tall boy who just sucks his teeth and turns away from him; almost as if he were giving him attitude, "Nothings wrong with me Bowers." Patrick replies still not looking at him. In his jeans pocket Patrick hands were balled up into a tight fist that even his knuckles were starting to turn white, his nails dug into his skin which looked as if the meat would break any moment now from how tightly and roughly they were being pressed into.

"Then let's go!" yells Henry which caused another eyeroll from Patrick and his teeth being sucked once again, "Whatever..." Patrick says; Victor, Belch along with Henry had turned around and started back walking the way that they had just come from, "I gotta go-" Patrick says now staring down at (Y/n); lifting his hand from out of his pockets he raised both hands up and held them up on each side of her head, his hands holding her (h/c) locks gently and he brushed his fingers through them. Closing her (e/c) orbs; (Y/n) felt many emotions at the moment but why was the question, 'I don't understand!' her mind screams at her but somewhere deep inside she knew the answer towards Patrick's behavior, keeping her eyes closed she could feel Patrick's unsteady breathe upon her forehead, shiver ran all over her body and she could feel goosebumps rising up upon her arms and legs, that's until she felt it.

Soft lips pressed gently against the top skin that she called a forehead, she let out a breath that she hadn't even realized that she had been holding in at the time, but just as fast as those lips had fell upon her forehead they were gone in a second. "Get home safely princess." were the last words that fell from Patrick's lips before he took off running down the sidewalk to catch up with his friends, "Wait up asshole!" she heard Patrick tell out towards his friends.

"What a strange boy..." (Y/n) says to no one of importance, "What a strange boy indeed....princess." jumping at the sudden voice (Y/n) was quick to face around only to come face to face with a painted white face; he wore a red nose upon his nose and had almost glowing gold eyes which held danger in them, two rabbit like buck teeth stood out from within his mouth as he smiles down at her. "W-who are you?" she stuttered it in response, the smile on the man's face spreaded out wider, if that was even possible, "Ol' dear where are my manners-" the man poped up and stood up at such a large height he gave another toothy smile; a childish hop up in the air one foot kicking up in the front while the other behind him and he landed down in a proposing position; "Why I'm Pennywise the dancing clown-" he speaks with such excitement, "And you my dear are (Y/n) (L/n)."