'On film or between the sheets
I always fall from your window
To the pitch black streets'
Hey my little youngbloods,
This one is about teen Patrick. It's the most clichè story but people usually like reading them
So enjoy!!!!!!
:))
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Your English essay was due in the morning and you being you, you'd left left it until last minute again. So you found yourself sat at your desk at almost 1am working away. You were so tired and you'd also begun to slack a little in lessons because you'd been spending time with your boyfriend, Patrick. He was in a band at school with a few other boys. He was the lead singer and simply drop dead gorgeous.
Gazing off, lost in thought, you chewed the end of your pen, thinking of Patrick.
Yanking you suddenly from your train of thought, you heard a noise at your window and slowly went over to it. With the light on inside it was hard to see anything beyond the window, all you could make out was the reflection of you room and yourself. You got closer to the glass when a loud knock on it made you jump back.
"Y/n? What's wrong? Let me in," came Patrick's voice, you recognised it instantly. He must've been unaware that you couldn't see him.
"Patrick?" You whispered, trying to open the window as quietly as possible.
"Holy smokes, didn't you recognise me?" He said, a little bit out of breath as he climbed I the window.
You hushed him. "Shh! Don't wake my parents up. They'll kill me if they find you here." But Your worry ebbed away as you set eyes on his face. "How did you manage to get up to my window?" You asked, it was on the first floor.
"I just climbed up the fence and then onto the extention roof and then across to your room," he said proudly.
You laughed, he sure was determined to see you. "Anyway what are you doing here? You know dad will have a fit if he knew I was still awake at this time doing work, let alone if he knew strange boys were sneaking into my room during the night," you smiled, folding your arms and looking at him.
"Well I just thought my beautiful girlfriend would wanna see me... but I guess not-"
"No, no Patrick of course I want to see you. I'm just kidding," you reassured him, putting your hand on his arm and kissing his lips gently.
He smiled at you. "You still doing that essay? I thought you'd have done it by now," he said, catching a glimpse of your work on your desk.
You nodded, yawning. "I'm so done."
"Oh, so you don't want to see me," he said again with a fake sigh.
"Oh shut up of course I want to see you," you snapped.
Patrick moved swiftly and before you knew what was happening you were against your bedroom wall with him holding you there securely, his hand next to your head and his knee between your legs.
"Damn right you do," he whispered huskily in your ear.
You inhailed shakily, your eyes fluttering shut. He wasn't often like this but when he was you treasured every moment, he'd mastered both extremes; being the sweetest boy and most polite gentleman on the planet but also being a psychic that knew exactly how to drive you crazy and he did so with the precision and expertise that implied he'd done it many times before. But as he'd told you when you'd been dating for a while, he hadn't had any experience in such things. He was a virgin and so were you. Somehow that made your relationship even more special.
He kissed your ear very gently, barely touching his soft lips to the skin but you felt his warm breath against it. He kissed it again, trailing his lips down to your neck and sucking on it carefully.
"Mm... P-Patrick-" You mumbled, stumbling over your words.
"Shh," he whispered, carrying on.
Shaking your head, you managed to say, "n-no my parents will see..." they were very strict and of they saw you woth hickeys on your neck they would not be veey happy.
Reluctantly he stopped ans kissed your cheek and then your lips. He placed his hand behind your head so you didn't hit it on the wall as he made out with you passionately. Moaning quietly against his mouth, yoy wrapped your arms around him. He pushed his tongue between your parted lips and into your mouth, causing you to groan louder. Ignoring the growing sounds, Patrick continued to kiss you as your hands travelled over his back, his staying firmly on your waist. After a while he ended the kiss. You looked at him, disappointment.
Patrick moved towards you and took your upper arms in his hands and forced you to sit down on your bed and he sat next to you.
"You need to sleep," he said sternly. You shook your head. "Yes you do."
"But you came all this way to see me," you said.
"And I can see you sleeping-"
"Patrick, you sound like a psychopath-"
"Your own personal American Psycho." You chuckled. "And you can be... my sleeping beauty... my American Beauty."
You giggled. "I love you so much," you whispered to him, putting your hand on the side of his face and bringing it close to yours, kissing his lips again softly. He kissed back, his hands moving from your upper arms down to your waist, cupping your hips a little. Your hand dropped slowly to his neck and moved round the back to deepen the kiss.
Then you moved away and looked into his eyes with a small smile. "My American Psycho, I like that," you said.
"My goodness, you're tired," he muttered.
"Huh?" You cocked an eyebrow.
"You're getting soppy. You always get soppy when you're tired."
"Erm, excuse me, you said I was your American Beauty, I think that's soppier," you argued.
"Get into your pajamas and go to bed," said Patrick, ignoring the pervious statement.
"But..." you looked suddenly sad. "Y-you'll leave if I do that."
"Why would I leave?" Asked Patrick, looking concerned.
"Because I'll be asleep," you looked at your hands in your lap. You didn't want him to go, you loved him being around and when you slept beside each other you slept so deeply and you felt so safe. No one had ever made you feel as comfortable as you did in his presence and that was pretty special. You were completely at ease around him.
"Y/n, I already exposed myself as being a psycho, I like watching you sleep. Besides, you said before that you sleep better with me there. I'll stay all night if it makes you happy," he said, smiling at you encouragingly.
You looked at him, smiling back weakly. "Will you stay?" You asked him in a small voice.
"Of course baby," he said, giving you a small, one armed hug.
You kissed his cheek. "Okay, I'll get changed." You stood up, looking for your clothes which were on your bed. Patrick turned around to face the wall to give you some privacy. You smiled. He was so sweet. He always tried to make you feel as comfortable as he could. You quickly changed and when you'd done you hugged him from behind over his shoulders, kissing his temple.
"Shall we get into bed?" He asked. You said yes and Patrick kicked off his shoes before laying down. You lay on top of him, getting comfy with your head on his chest.
"Oh shit," you said suddenly, your eyes shooting open.
"What?"
"I didn't do my essay. Its due tomorrow," you said, looking at him.
"We'll sort it out in the morning. Sleep now baby," he said, starting to stroke your hair. That always made you relaxed and sleep quickly. You played your head down again and nodded.
"I love you," you mumbled into his chest with a sleepy sigh.
"I love you too baby," he whispered, kissing your head and playing with your hair.
You drifted too sleep very quickly. You woke up a couple of times to find yourself still laying on Patrick's chest which made you smile and snuggled into him even more before sleeping again.
The daily heart attack of your alarm unexpectedly blarred and woke you up harshly. You rolled over to stop it and sighed heavily. Then you remembered, Patrick had been there thr night before and you smiled and turned back over to see him. He wasn't there. He'd gone.
Your eyes welled with tears. He told you he'd stay but he hadn't. He'd lied to you.
After a while you decided to get up. You really didn't want to, especially since Patrick had let you down. Looking at your desk, you remembered thst your essay was due. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You should have done it earlier. Then you did a couple take, it was finished. You didn't do it though did you? It was all written out. Next to it sat a separate piece of paper. Picking it up, you observed that on it in black biro was written :
'I've gone to get my school bag. I'll try and get back before you're up but if not that's where I am.
- love,
your American Psycho'
You smiled. He hadn't really lied. Just then there wad a scuffle at your window as Patricks face appeared there. He saw you were up and smiled at you. You opened the window and kissed his lips softly.
"Thank you for staying with me and doing my essay. You're the best psycho ever," you said softly.
Patrick smiled again. "No worries, my American Beauty."