Everybody Wants Somebody [Patrick Stump High School AU]

Chapter Ten;

Apparently Blake hadn't wished to wait around for Kay and Patrick because by the time they left, he was no where in sight.
They had made their way back to Kay's house to find Uncle Jay in a sugar-induced coma on the couch. Kay put her finger over her mouth and then grabbed Patrick's hand, leading him upstairs. Once up in Kay's room, she didn't say a word as she rumagged around for an old '45 and her portable record player. Once she found what she was looking for, Kay left again without a word, making her way down the stairs and through the back door.
Since then her and Patrick had been sitting on the old swings that Jay and her mom used to play on when they were children, listening to the world outside of the fence and the static between songs.
"Life is crazy, don't you think?" Kay sighed as she stared up at the stars.
"Yeah...I guess."
"Just,... think about how it is such a slim chance that we're who we are. That we're where we are. Because there could have been anything that stopped our life. Anything that stopped our lineage before we got there...but here we are on a giant rock that's hurtling through space. Amazing."
Thinking about this made a lump grow in Patrick's stomach and he hated how it felt. "Life is...okay. It could be better." He replied, turning to watch Kay as she turned to him.
"Just...any little thing could have changed our lives in such a way that we wouldn't be here right now. Anything." Kay sighed and looked to the fence, thinking about why she was sitting in the backyard of a house she had only ever came to for the first time almost two years ago...yeah, she missed her mom and dad, it's just. "You know, if they had never,...left we wouldn't be here right now. You'd probably be at Kevin's having fun with the guys, and I'd be at home...probably sitting with my parents watching television, about to fall asleep. But I'm sitting here on this cold ass swing set with you." She had started tearing up slightly, but she wouldn't allow herself to cry anymore over her parents.
Patrick lifted Kay's camera and popped the filter, looking inside and pressing the button, getting a picture of Kay mid-turn and blinding her.
"Sorry. I just thought a picture of you looking at the moon would look cool." Patrick pulled the photo out of the camera and began shaking it. He had no idea why Kay had moved here. She had never told him, and he never asked. He knew it had something to do with her parents, and every time her or Jay spoke about it, it was so ambiguous, he had to scrap the idea he had on his head. She'll tell me on her time. Patrick would never push Kay to tell him or do anything because he cared for her and her feelings. Everyone's, really.

Patrick stopped shaking the picture, and looked down at it: Kay was mid-turn and blurry, her hair and skin over exposed from the flash. "Look at how cool it came out." Patrick handed the photo over to her, and she accidentally pressed her thumb to the still-exposing ink, impriting her finger print into the photo. "Hey, now you have your thumb print on it." He said, smiling and pointing.
"Woah," Kay set the picture in her pocket and took the camera from Patrick. She looked through the lense and aimed it at Patrick. "Smile."
Patrick started chuckling and turned to look at the ground, his smile growing wider. The flash went off and the whir of the camera spitting out the photo rings in their ears. Kay began to shake the photo, humming. Patrick watched and suddenly a wave hit him. It was hollow but sat like the Sun in his stomach. It choked him up, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough air. He had no idea what was going on, and what had caused this to happen, and he started to panic. Kay's words floated through his head and everything sounded like he was underwater.
"Patrick. Hey, Patrick. HEY." Patrick looked at Kay and blurted out some noise. "Here, take this and put your finger on it. Hurry or the film is gonna develop all the way." Patrick pressed his thumb pad to the photo. Patrick had never had a panic attack before, but he knew both Jay and Kay had.
"Kay,...I can't breathe, can we go inside? I need,...I need to lie down." Patrick was pale as a ghost and Kay reached out to touch his face. He pulled away and stood up, making his way to the house.
"Pat, wait up."
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When Patrick woke up he and Kay were tangled together, a ball of arms and legs. The clock on Kay's shelf read that it was ten to three, November 1st, 1998. Patrick only read this all to help ground himself. He was alive and currently in Kay's room, still in his Halloween costume.
The minutes passed with no incident, just his ragged breathing and the tic of the clock. Air was getting to his lungs much better than earlier, and he began to rack his brain. He had never had a panic attack and he knew they didn't always have a reason. He lied his head back onto the pillow and turned to look out the window, watching the bats fly by. He sighed and pulled his arm put from under Kay's, and turned to her. He watched as she stirred and snuffed and twitched, sighing before turning over.

"Life is weird," Kay would always say. "and then we die."
Patrick kicked off his jeans and pulled the blanket over him and settled in. Life is weird and then we die...huh.

(Okay so wow this was a weird filler-ish chapter I really kind of hate it I'm going to write more today and ugh I'm on spring break so here we go.)