Patrick Hockstetter

Mine

*Y/N'S P.O.V.*

A couple of months had passed, 3 to be exact. Patrick and myself were fine.  The Losers and the rest of the Bowers Gang were fine, it was lovely to see everyone actually getting along for once.  Yes, there were times where Richie would see how far he could push the boys, and it would result in me telling him off about it, but other than that, everything was perfect!

Patrick was walking home with me, my parents were away again, and he's been staying over a lot lately.  As we were walking, I felt the same feeling I have had since the beginning of our relationship, I felt like I was being watched.  I didn't pay much attention to it, as I was probably being paranoid.

We arrived at my house, I unlocked the door and walked in, he closed it and dropped his bag on the floor.  Patrick walked close to me and pulled me in for a kiss...  Soon enough, the kiss turned passionate and I had been lifted up and wrapped my legs around Patrick's torso.  He carried me up to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss.  Once we were in my room, he dropped me to my feet and pushed me against the wall, with my hands above my head, he immediately started to kiss my neck.  I smiled to myself, knowing where this was going, I pushed him backwards towards my bed, he leaned back on his elbows and bit his lip, looking up at me...

I woke up hours later in Patrick's arms, he was fast asleep and snoring quietly.  I turned over and checked the time on my phone, 10:37.  I tried to escape his grip, but he just groaned and held me tighter.

"Baby."  He said in a raspy voice, reaching towards me when I had managed to slip out.

"Shh."  I whispered, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

"Where are you going?"  He asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"I'm gonna go  buy take-out, you want anything?"  I asked, pulling his flannel on over my shirt.

"I'm coming with you."  He said, standing up and stretching, bending over to grab his jeans.

"I'm sure I am able to go to town on my own."  I smiled, slipping my shoes on.

"I'm coming with you, there are weirdos around Derry at this time."

"You are the weirdo, Patrick."  I smiled, pecking him on the lips.

We went and bought a bunch of junk food, and we were walking back to my place.  Patrick pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds, placing 2 between his lips, lighting them.

When did you buy those?"  I asked, raising an eyebrow at him, he had been with me the whole trip.

"The cashier guy was checking out your ass when you bent over to tie you lace.  So I stole his cigarettes.

"Thanks."  I said, taking one from between his lips.

"Come here,"  He muttered, pulling me close and kissing me in the middle of the road.  "I know your ass belongs to me anyway, so I have nothing to worry about.

We finally reached my house after stopping every 100 yards to kiss.  Once we got in, we went straight to my room and got in to bed after having something to eat.  Patrick held me tight in his arms and kissed my cheek.

"I'm so glad that you gave me a second chance."  I felt him smile on the back of my neck.

"I'm glad I did."  I said, turning and kissing him once more before falling asleep.