The Rain: Patrick x Reader x Rasmus (HIATUS)

Chapter Three- Talk

The night was still young. The dim moon was the only light source that we had. Except for some flashlights, but we didn't want to waste batteries. Most of us hadn't fallen asleep yet. Beatrice, Lea, Jean, and I were having our weekly friends talk. We were talking about hope, our past, random things. Then suddenly Beatrice said something that me sit straight, "So Y/N, what's up with you and Patrick," she giggled.

"Huh," I asked confused at the sudden question. "Well you know, you and Patrick seem to be very close," Lea said as Jean just watched us. This would've been a regular girl talk, besides Simone, but Jean decided to cling onto Lea and listen in to our conversation. I didn't mind, but it felt weird to talk about crushes in front of a guy. "Patrick and I are just friends," I quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah ok, friends," Beatrice scoffed. "You know, I never posed you to be someone who liked older men Y/N," Lea and Jean giggled at Beatrice's sentence. "What about you Beatrice," I said back already smiling in a teasing manner. She hummed letting me continue.  "What's up with you and Martin, are you still in a fling system, or did you finally devote yourself to him," I asked sarcastically.

She immediately looked at me with wide eyes and a slight shade of red on her face. By this point, Lea and Jean burst out laughing. As they laughed Beatrice and I laughed as well. It was moments like this that made us feel alive. Hopefully, just hopefully, we all make it out one way or another. As sad as it sounds, just living today is a miracle. But I can't help but question why this happened.

If there was a god in the sky, why did they let this happen? Perhaps this was a punishment for all of mankind's disasters? Was there someone who caused it? Whether it was accidental or purposely. My mind can't help but wonder about this constantly. The only one that keeps up to date with my thoughts beside myself is Patrick. He's a truly wonderful friend. But I also question myself if somehow we could be more than just partners in crime.

Maybe one day where this catastrophe ends if it ever ends. It's been six years already. Yet I can't help to think of Patrick as a little more than best friends if that's what you call our friendship. And yet, Patrick treats me like a little kid. It's annoying, but I think it's his way of showing his appreciation. Although, there was that one time.

That one time where Patrick was intoxicated and he came to me and wept his sorrows away. He came to me crying about his past life. About why the only reason he survived was that he was stoned out of his mind in his car. He told me that his old man gave him that car and told him to leave. Not in a rude way, but in a sense of protection way. Did his dad know this would happen? Or did he just want to get rid of his troublesome son as fast as possible?

That same day he asked me about my past life. For starters, I lived a basic life. Had both mom and dad and had a brother in the military. I mostly kept to myself at school though. Had a few friends I could trust, but not many. Martin and I didn't have the best sibling relationship. He always pushed me to work harder, to be better. I hated that about him, but in the end, it was to protect me. Why am I suddenly thinking about this?

Suddenly I heard a voice that brought me out of my thoughts. "Hey," Patrick whispered turning to face me. I adjusted my position for me to face him instead of the ceiling. "Why haven't you gone to sleep, tomorrow's going to be draining again," he whispered to me. "I'm just thinking," I whispered back. "About," "Everything that has happened," he made an 'mmm' sound effect. "How about you stop thinking and just go the f**k to sleep," he said yawning. "Jeez great advice," I replied.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him slightly smiling. "Thank you for this talk, I'm feeling a bit sleepy now," I said while yawning. Before closing my eyes I looked around and noticed that Beatrice, Martin, and Rasmus were gone. "Hey, where did Beatrice, Martin, and Rasmus go," I said in a worried tone. For some reason, his eyes slightly widened. I was about to sit up when Patrick pulled me down.

In order to muffle any sound of surprise, he covered my mouth. "I'm sure they're fine Y/N," he said. With that, I nodded and closed my eyes. What a wonderful talk.