Everybody Wants Somebody [Patrick Stump High School AU]

Chapter Eight; This is Halloween

The wind whipped the bottom of Kay's trench coat around her legs as she made her way up the walk to Patrick's front door. She knocked and then opened the door, sticking her head in.

"Hey, it's Kay. Don't freak out but I'm coming in." She called into the empty living room. She let herself in, leaving her coat at the door. She began her way up the stairs as Patrick bounded down them, colliding with a solid smack. "Patrick! I told you to wear your damn glasses." Kay grumbled as she found her footing again, and frowned up at him.

"Sorry, it's just dark and you just kind of blended in."

"Yes, in my neon orange shirt. I blended in with the fairly lit stairway...Patrick, come on, let's go get you ready and when we get in your room, put on your glasses."

"Yes mom." Patrick smiled out.

"Don't sass me, now go."

Twenty minutes later, Kay was stood behind Patrick, admiring her work in the mirror. Patrick was dressed in head to toe black, hair greased back, and fake blood dribbling from the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, so now that I look so fearsome it's time to make you look even more gruesome than normal." Patrick chuckled, popping the collar of his cape.

"Shut it and...I dunno, go play some of your tapes or whatever." Kay began to get ready; lining her eyes, and then using her eyeliner to draw scars on her face, with Frankenstein's bolts on her neck. "Hey Patrick, come here."

Patrick put down his magazine and hopped down from his dresser. "Yeah?"

"Do me a favor and draw another bolt on this side of my neck, will yah?"

Patrick took the pencil and pushed Kay's hair back behind her shoulder. He pressed it to her neck as he held the nape in his other. His fingers were warm and calloused, sending shivers down Kay's spine. Kay was so tuned out earlier, she just realized Patrick had put on her favorite Joan Jett album. And,...Contact was playing.... OKAY, okay this is not okay. I need to talk to...myself. Possibly Carson. This wasn't the first time Kay had thought this. Over the last few weeks or so, every time Patrick laughed, smiled, or did anything really, Kay couldn't help but smile and think about how cute he is...I, uh. Dammit Kay. You cannot do this. You cannot like your best friend. It's too cliché. Also horrible for your friendship. Kay looked quite disgruntled, and was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Patrick had finished and took his hand off her neck.

"Um...Kay? Are you okay? Are you hurt, did I hurt you?" Patrick asked, wide eyed.

It's just stupid and useless because honestly we could have the same relationship, except we'd just-is he talking to me, okay he's talking. Kay had started an accompaniment to her thoughts, using her hands. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking about this poem we talked about yesterday." Patrick stood there, eyes boring into Kay, enveloped in his own thoughts. Well, I mean. I could go for it...okay. I will. I'll just tell him about what I've been thinking and how it's probably just this passing thing, because doesn't everyone get a crush on their friends at least once. Right? Alright. Here goes nothing.

As Kay opened her mouth to say Patrick's name, Patrick did the same, and they weren't interrupted by each other. At that moment, there was a knock on Patrick's bedroom door. To make the scene look less awkward, she turned toward the closet mirror, and began looking at her bolts.

Patrick's mom popped her head into the door way as Patrick was making his way over. "Look at you! You look too cute."

"Moooooooooooooooom,"

"Shush. Let me live. Anyway, I was coming to say,...I believe her name's Carson...well, she's downstairs. I'll send her up if you'd like." She smiled.