We'll Go Down in History [Peterick]

Chapter 7 ~ I'm not thinking of Patrick. Pshh

"Oh, well, um, you're welcome. I guess. Thank you for understanding. So yeah. Just um, yeah. I like you." He says awkwardly. He squirms in his seat, avoiding my eye contact.

"And just know that it won't be weird between us. I'll make sure of that. And I won't tell anyone unless you want me too."

"Thank you."

"Of course." I reply with a smile. Then his phone buzzes and he looks at it. His face lights up and he smiles.

"Sorry but I've got to go. Today is Tyler's only day off this week and I want to spend time with him." Patrick says as he gets up. The smile on my face flattens a bit. I totally forgot about Tyler. But I quickly recovered and replied.

"Don't worry that's fine. Have fun. But not too much." I say with a wink. His face reddens and stutters a response. I laugh it off and continue eating. About 15 minutes later he calls out goodbye and leaves.

I put my plate at the sink and walk over to the living room and watch some tv. It turned on to a random channel and a show called Ghost Adventures comes on. It looks pretty interesting so I keep it on. After about 2 episodes, Joe comes down and sits next to me.

"Hey" he says.

"Hi" I reply with my eyes still on the tv.

"Do we have any food?"

"I don't know. Probably not."

"Well why don't we get some?"

"Cause I'm too lazy." He rolls his eyes at me.

"Well let's go then." He turns the tv off and stands up.

"Ugh, but I don't want to."

"Do you want to starve?"

"No."

"Then get up!" He grabs my arms and pulls me up. But then he has to practically drag me to the door. I finally get up and join him in the car but I am not happy. I wanted to keep watching the show. Joe tells me I'm such a child and drives out into the street.

About 10 minutes later, Joe pulls into a grocery store and we get out. I slowly follow behind him. We walk in and shoves a basket into my arms. I follow him around acting like a child, insisting we get a bunch of junk food. Joe says no to me almost every time.

"Oh, look! Frosting! We should get that Joe. We actually need it." I say pointing to a jar on the shelf.

"What do we need it for?" Joe asks distractically.

"Umm, for the cake?"

"What cake?"