My Zombie Boy (Patrick Hockstetter X Reader)

Chapter 5

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"Hey do you think anyone will recognize you?" I asked Patrick, who was sitting between my legs, as I braided his hair. "You know I didn't think about that." He shrugged wrapping my legs around himself, tracing patterns into my jeans. "Maybe we should give you a makeover?" I wondered aloud, knowing having the trans am wouldn't help our case. "What do you have in mind?" He asked with a content sigh. "We could cut your hair." He laughed. "Not gonna happen." I chuckled at His quick response. "Okay what if we dye your hair, maybe lighten it a bit?" He shrugged. "Just not bleach blond, I'm not Vic." I nodded remembering who we was talking about. "I don't know maybe just change your style to be a bit more modern. At least when we're out and about. Hide you behind sunglasses and hats or something" I finished braiding what I could, pulling the rest of it back in just a ponytail. "And what tell everyone my names Owen?" He chucked leaning his head back to look up at me. "Well that wouldn't work, my mom knows your name. Well your first name atleast." I booped his nose, making him scrunch up his face. "We can make it work, we'll just have to avoid attention. Maybe move out of Derry to avoid any mishap." His eyes lit up. "You'd move out of Derry for me?" He smiled like a dope, making me giggle. "I told you we're in this together." I smiled down at him. "I think I-" He began only to get cut off by my mother. "(Y/N) PATRICK, DINNER!" She yelled up the stairs making Patrick huff, grabbing his shirt as he stood. Despite the fact that his wounds were fully healed now, though it was nice to see that he was considerate of my family. "What's got you moody?" I chuckled following him out of my room. "Nothing." He grumbled making me frown a little, confused as to what ruffled his feathers.

"What movie do you want to watch?" I asked holding up two classic horror films. "Invasion of the body snatchers, or the original Amityville horror?" Patrick crossed his arms looking between each film. "Both." He concluded making me chuckle. "Okay then which one first?" He pointed to the one in my left hand. "Amityville it is." I smiled quickly popping the movie into my Xbox One, sitting beside him on my bed a moment later. "Hey how long are you gonna keep your hair like that?" I asked off hand referring to the way I had messed with it earlier. "Eh I don't know, I like it." He shrugged offering me some popcorn. "Me too." I smiled happily talking a handful. "Hey weren't you gonna say something before?" I asked my eyes still locked on the TV. "What when?" He sounded confused. "Before dinner." I noticed him take a sharp breath. "Oh yeah... It was nothing, forget about it." He sounded annoyed, so I dropped it.

--The next day--

"Shit I forgot!" I jumped to my feet grabbing my car keys. "What did you forget?" Patrick asked following me. "I was supposed to pick up a friend of mine like twenty minutes ago." I slipped on my boots. "Can I come with?" Patrick followed after me tossing on a shirt. "Uh sure." I shrugged.

"Come on you piece of shit start!" I groaned at my car which refused to start. "Why don't we just take Amy?" Patrick suggested holding up "his" car keys. "God I hate my car." I sighed taking the keys from Patrick, the both of us climbing out of the pos car. "Thanks Patrick." I offered him a smile as I started the trans am. "No problem." He smiled back.

Honking the horn I waved to my friend Dakota, who sat at a bus stop, looking annoyed. As she approached Patrick climbed out of the car, quickly switching to the back seat, letting Dakota have the front. "Whoa who's the hottie?" She whispered leaning in close to me as she closed her door. "Oh that's Patrick, my boyfriend." I smirked pulling off the side of the road. "Boyfriend?" She gasped with a giggle. "Yes ma'am." I hummed with a small laugh. "Is this your car?" She asked turning around to ask Patrick himself. "Yeah." Watched him shrug through the rear view mirror. "And you're letting her drive it?" Dakota asked faking shock. "Hell yeah." He chuckled winking at me through the mirror. "Where can I find a guy like that?" Dakota asked me turning back around in her seat. "I wouldn't know, he actually found me." I chuckled, catching Patrick's smirk through the mirror. "Lucky bitch." She laughed lightly smacking my leg. Patrick growled lowly from the back, confusing me as I looked to see him glaring at Dakota, who was completely obvious.

"Thanks for the ride home (Y/n)." Dakota waved as Patrick was climbing out of the backseat. "It was nice meeting you Patrick, and I love the car." She offered him a smile, but he just kinda grunted at her with a scowl etched on his face. "Okay." She mumbled before walking away.

"What was that about?" I frowned at Patrick. "I don't like her." He huffed looking out at the road rather than at me. "Why?" I pushed confused at to what she could have done. "She called you a bitch, and hit you." I would have laughed if it wasn't for the seriousness in his voice. "Patrick that was a term of endurance, and I'd hardly call that a hit, more like a love tap." I suppressed the urge to laugh still. "Well I didn't like it." He huffed crossing his arms. "Okay mama bear." I smiled a little, backing out of Dakotas driveway. "Don't." Patrick warned making me chuckle a little. "Awe okay." I pouted a little, making him crack a smile. "You're an ass." He chuckled. "Oh so you can call me names, but my friends can't?" I joked keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me. "Yeah you're my girlfriend not theirs." He argued with a laugh. "Oh okay." I nodded my head in understanding, being as sarcastic as ever. "Even though I'm not actually your girlfriend." I countered barely catching his mumbled rebuttal. "You should be." He had gone back to crossing his arms, huffing in announce. "What was that?" I asked not sure if I had heard him right. "Nothing." He growled glaring at some people walking down the street, his mood swings really were something.