The boys nextdoor (a Patty Walters Fan Fiction)

Chapter 31

Me and Patty lay on my aunts couch watching tv. My aunt is at work and Jameson is out with his girlfriend.

I'm done mourning over my mother. Not that I don't miss her with all of my aching heart, but I don't want to be sad forever. I feel like she would want for me to move on, so I don't fall into a deep depression.

Patty's arms are wrap around my waist. The door opens and closes again.

"Hello?" Jameson's shouts through the house.

"We're in the living room!" I yell.

Jameson walks in followed by a short girl with a short brown pixie cut. I usually don't like the pixie cut style but she looks adorable. Her dark chestnut hair accents her icy blue eyes and her mint green sun dress.

"Carrie," Jameson says as I sit up, "this is Amber." He smiles.

I smile and shake her hand.

"It's nice to meet you." I smile.

"You too." She says quietly.

"Oh, this is Patty, my boyfr-," I turn to look at Patty, who lays sleeping. "Well.."

Jameson and Amber laugh.

"Well, I just stopped by because I forgot my wallet so, we'll see you later. I was going to invite you two to come out with us but, it seems your date's a little tired." Jameson chuckles. I nod and he walks into the kitchen, Amber scampering behind him.

That must have been what I was like when Patty and I went to his little party with his friends.

When they leave, since Patty is sleeping, I decide to take a shower. I'm not a big fan of waking Patty up, so I leave him to sleep.

I go up to the bedroom and find more comfortable clothes, meaning Patty's flannel and some leggings. Me and Patty went out this morning so we were still both dressed.

I start the water and undressed, before hopping into the shower. I run my fingers through my wet hair.

I stand under the water, just thinking, for a while. About 10 minutes I'd say.

"Is this mine?" A voice asks suddenly, making me jump. I peek from out the shower curtain and Patty holds his flannel, with his eyebrow arched.

"Um..."

"You stole my shirt?" Patty grumbles. This is why I don't wake Patty up, he's very bitter and grumpy.

"S-sorry." I stutter hiding behind the shower curtain, fiddling with it slightly.

Patty's straight face cracks into a smile. "I'm joking." He says giving me a look of pity. "Why did you look so scared?" he laughs.

"Because I thought you were legit mad!" I defend myself. He just laughs.

"May I join?" He asks, I blush, but still nod a yes in acceptance.

I put shampoo into my hair and wash it out quickly. Patty steps in behind me. I shower facing into the water, I'm not entirely sure why but I always have. This leaves me completely vulnerable because I can't see what Patty is doing.

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Patty's POV

I sit on the shower bench and watch the water slowly run down Carries body. This, was a bad idea! She turns around, finding me staring, and giggles.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing." I say biting my lip and looking her up and down.

Her cheeks heat, and not because of the water.

"Stop staring and do whatever you need to do." She says with light laughter.

I grab shampoo and squirt some into my palm. I rub it around in my hair, and watch as Carrie slowly and carefully shaves her legs.

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Carries POV

"I can feel you staring at me." I warn Patty. He laughs.

"Something tells me it's making you uncomfortable." He chuckles.

"A little bit, yeah." I say switching spots with him to wash the remains of the shaving cream off my body.

"Why is that?" He asks sarcasm laces through his sentence.

"Because, well, nobody like to be stared at. Why are you staring at me? what does it do for you?" I ask sarcastically.

Patty licks his bottom lip and stands pressing me against the wall. I swallow hard.

"What does it do for me?" He asks close to my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist. "It makes me want to do this." He says harshly kissing my lips.

It doesn't hurt, but there is more strength than usual. He seems almost angry as his lips move with mine.

He kisses my jaw and down my neck. Patty stops, but still allows his breath to fan over my neck.

"Patty?" I whimper.

His lips press against my neck quickly, hearing my plead. I moan, encouraging him to nibble my skin.

"Oh." I moan. Patty isn't angry, that's for sure, but there might be a hint of sexual frustration.

His hands run down to my hips squeezing gently. I bite back a moan as chill bumps rise on my skin. I hear a dark chuckle leave Patty's lips. I look at him as he notices the bumps on my skin.

"Did you like that, babe?" He asks looking into my eyes. I bite my lip and nod. "Then you'll really like this." He smirks.

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After that happened, we just stood under the water, Patty washed my hair. That's one of the things I like about Patty.

He can be a super sexy, almost bad boy when it comes to sex and making out. But he can also be that little shy nerdy boy friend who likes to cuddle and give you small forehead kisses.

Yeah. That's what I like about him.