and in the end, I'd do it all again [Moxiety]

Chapter 1 ~ Don't Mention It

"Come on, please!!!"  Patton whines.
"No!  I'm not doing it"  I yell back, crossing my arms.
"But you'll look so cuuuttteeee!"
"No, Patton"
"Please?  For me?".  He gives me his mock sad face, his deep brown eyes staring up at me lovingly, an exaggerated sad expression and forced tears in his eyes.  God, he's so adorable, dammit.  I let out a small smile.
"Ugh, fine"  I sigh, grabbing the stupid looking hat from Patton's grip and shoving it on my head.  I try my best to not look one bit happy about it, I'm not giving him the satisfaction.  Patton rolls off the couch in laughter even more exaggerated than the sad face.  I roll my eyes and take it off, throwing it at him and trying to suppress a smile.  He's so beautiful when he laughs.

I hate to admit it.  I hate myself for even thinking it.  But I can't help having this crush on Patton.  I'm ridiculously defensive about it, too, sometimes I'm mean to him just to try and prove to myself that these feelings don't exist.  But they do.
Who am I kidding?
Every time I look at him my heart drops to the floor and my chest expands.  He gives me this warm feeling that no one else can.  Sometimes, just sometimes, he looks at me with those big brown eyes, says I'm cute or compliments my eyeliner and I just can't help but wonder, and desperately hope, that perhaps he feels the same way.

He calms down after a while and moves to sit back on the sofa.  I smile at him and shake my head, and he looks at me happily as if he likes seeing me smile.  His glasses are slightly crooked on his nose from the rolling on the floor, and I can't help but quietly reach out and adjust them for him.  He's stopped smiling and watches my face cautiously as I slide them back over his ears.  We sit in a few moments of silence before I break the eye contact and clear my throat slightly.  He looks at his watch.
"Oh, I should probably get going, but thanks for having me over"
"Yeah"  I say quietly, smiling at him.  "Always".
He smiles and nods before getting up and heading to the door, I follow him to see him out.  I pass him in the corridor and open the door for him, he nods a thanks as he steps onto the porch, turning to face me in the doorway.
"Thanks again"  He says kind of quietly.
"Don't mention it"  I reply.
He doesn't turn and start walking, but instead reaches out his hand and grazes his thumb across my cheekbone, watching his own hand curiously.  I hold my breath.  He seems to suddenly snap back into reality and lowers his hand, looking at the floor and blushing.
"What?"  I say with a small laugh. 
"Nothing"  He replies, still looking at the floor, smiling.  He looks up slowly and meets my eyes.  "Your eyeliner looks great, that's all".  I feel the butterflies in my stomach climbing to my throat.  I smile in reply as he turns and begins down the path way to the street.  I wave a goodbye from the doorway once he's in the car, and I don't go back inside until he's out of sight.