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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 26, 2008 6:10:22 GMT -6
Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as she looked at him. Suddenly her confidence faded away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she had just noticed how many people were watching them. Usually Chloe fed on attention like that but suddenly she felt so vulnerable and open for attack. Instantly, she knew this was how her life at Westfield was gong to be like. She was just going to have to fend off the gossip, the glares, everything, if she wanted to remain sane. Chloe couldn't let these other people know what had just popped into her mind. They could never realize that she was just the same as the rest of them, otherwise she'd lose her power. No, Chloe would never let that happen.
But this boy, his smile almost melted away any other thought in her head. No, she wasn't falling for him, but he just seemed different from everyone else. He didn't glare at her, or instantly think of the most recent gossip he'd heard about her. He talked to her as if she was a normal person. Probably the same as he had done to a million girls before her. This boy knew his lines too. He knew when and how to respond, what to do. Chloe knew the jock type like him, but wasn't that who she was suppose to go for? The cheerleader for the football captain. The geek for a geek.
"Maybe it's the same one you go to. Though you must be what, a Freshman? Sophomore, maybe." He'd guessed older. At least Chloe looked older than she really was. She'd need that in the future. Usually it was pretty easy to act older, to look older. But when people guessed you were older, that's when you scored. "Does it matter?" She asked coyly, suddenly aware of how young she might be compared to him. She didn't care what the age difference was, but some guys did. Talking, hanging out with a freshman? No matter how popular, to some guys, that was uncool.
"Dance with me." Chloe heard the commanding nature of his voice, but she couldn't place it with that smile. The one that drew her in. Suddenly she was aware of everyone again, this would boost her status even higher than it was. Girls would be jealous, and she liked this Patrick Donnohan already. Maybe, this could be what she was looking for. Something new, something fun, something exciting. Patrick. Was he the answer to her prays?
"Come on, this song isn't going to last forever now." Chloe looked around and hesitated. She didn't like being hurried. Chloe figured the world should wait for her. Not to mention she didn't like being told what to do, even if it was from a cute face. Her mind flashed with different ways to answer this. None of them seemed good enough though. Chloe blamed the alcohol.
She took her last drink and tossed the cup on the group, a grin coming over her face as she tossed off unsure Chloe, timid Chloe. It was time for tispy Chloe to shine. "Let's go then." she said giggling and taking his hand, letting him lead her.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 15:56:37 GMT -6
Patrick didn't seem to know the effect he had on most girls, but he did. There were more layers to Patrick Donnohan than there were in any onion in the world - he was quite a character. It was so confusing that sometimes he didn't even know who he was. But yes, Patrick saw that when he smiled, girls smiled. When he spoke, they stared. When he walked, heads turned. For him, it wasn't conceit, it was a fact. Most of the time he enjoyed it, being the center of attention, but it had just as many drawbacks as it did advantages. Like the fact that he had only ever been real friends with one girl in his entire life, one girl that he hadn't wanted to snog, and who hadn't wanted to be with him. Guys who were jealous gave him a hard time, and never gave the kid a break, so it really limited his friendships. Though most of the time he pretended not to care, like the arrogant, cocky little prick that he was supposed to be. So he would flash his 'dazzling' smile that seemed to be the fire that drew the girls in. He was a boy, so getting the girl was all he was supposed to be thinking about, right? Sure.
"Does it matter?" She asked, and Patrick let out a small laugh. "No, I suppose not." He said, but in reality, he kind of had her pegged as a young Freshman, one of the 'it' girls from the looks of her. there were plenty of things he could tell by the way she carried herself, the way she looked around when he asked her to danec with him. She waited, yet he remained patient. If he was going to get the girl, he might as well let the chase go on. Chloe sipped her beer one last time, before discarding it easily. Her hand found his, and he gently pulled her closer to the fire, closer to the music. The speakers were blaringly loud, and Patrick relaxed as he felt the music wash over him. In the center, people were so close that you could hardly breathe, but they weren't going that far. Only close enough that they weren't alone in their activity. With a devilish grin, he pulled her a little closer, before letting loose again.
Patrick was considered a very good dancer, but it was probably because it was one of his favorite things to do. Most guys his age felt an aversion towards dancing, they didn't like it because they didn't want to feel vulnerable. But Patrick was much too confident for this. "So is there a boyfriend that I'm gonna have to watch my back for?" He asked, just over the music.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 16:59:07 GMT -6
Lets Get Drunk And Forget What We Did [/size] Chloe followed him closer to the heat and the noise. The center of attention, where she figured they both belonged. This was like so many of the other parties she had been to before, yet so different. There was a feeling deep in her gut that told her something was going to happen as a result of this party. No, it wasn't the alcohol. She closed her eyes for a minute, trying to figure out what song this was. Her mind felt like it was in a haze. As if fog ran through it as she tried to pinpoint the name. But it eluded her. Chloe knew she hadn't drank that much, so why was it affecting her so much. She hated it. It made her feel like she was weak, as if she was completely vulnerable to the world around her. As if anyone here right now could get her. But she didn't let him see that, she didn't let anyone see that. Her eyes opened as she felt him pull her closer. She felt his skin touch hers and then they pulled away as suddenly as they had been together. The heart in her chest beat faster and faster as she danced. Finally, Chloe was having a good time. This was what life should be like always. "So is there a boyfriend that I'm gonna have to watch my back for?" Chloe grinned and pulled him closer so that it would be easier for him to hear her, and because she thought it seemed sexy. "Of course." She said just loud enough into his ear so that he could hear, her breath hot on his neck. "He's the big brute over there." Chloe said nodding to no where in particular. Might as well give him a little scare. She pulled back and laughed as she waited for his expression. "No, your safe."
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 18:18:12 GMT -6
Patrick didn't really have a plan tonight. In fact, the point of tonight was to not have a plan, so he would just go with the flow, in all terms. Whenever he felt like leaving, he would leave. Whether or not she was with him when that happened was up to her. He was just in for the ride. Most guys in his position would be planning, planning on ways to make this girls 'his'. Patrick, on the other hand, didn't really care. Hell, he wouldn't mind getting a bit of action, especially from this girl, but the alcohol made him easy. He wouldn't push her, or push anything. The guy just was out to have fun, really. But when she pressed herself closer to him to speak over the music, something went off in his mind. He grinned, placing his hands on her waist. If she wanted to play this game, he would play.
"Of course. He's the big brute over there." Her breath on his neck did to him what it would do to any other boy, it sent an invisible shiver up his spine, and slowed down his mind. It took him a few moments to see that she had said yes, but when it did, his hands were off of her within a second as he causually looked over in the direction she pointed. No 'big brute', at least not that he could see. A smirk washed over his face as she realized she wasn't being serious, and he playfully glared at her. "No, your safe." "You know, you really can't scare someone like that." He said, and pulled her close to him once more, closer than before.
And, of course, his mind did what every boy in his situation would do. Girls, alcohol, music, dancing... It all really made him think of one thing. But he really couldn't help it - it was what he was 'programmed' for, as his friend Elise would put it. He grinned down at her, feeling his head lean a bit, but stopping himself. Before too long, the song had come to an end. The next song to come on was something Patrick didn't have a particular liking for, so with a sigh he resigned himself to grabbing another beer and pulling away from the crowd, pulling Chloe gently with him, his hand holding hers until they were out of the crowd. He then turned around, stopping. An idea suddenly sprung into his mind. "This party's starting to drag." He said, speaking from her side, his lips a mere inches from her face. "Think thing's will liven up a bit? Or can you trust me enough to let me show you something?"
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 19:24:22 GMT -6
His arm wrapped around her waist but then pulled back as she uttered her response. Her skin itched for his pressed against hers and she hated the distance that had suddenly resulted from her joke. Chloe wasn't usually this clingly, but he had caught her interest and was showing some back, so she couldn't help but be disappointed by the turn of events. Though, it would have been quite funny if she had had a big brute of a boyfriend to threaten him with. The look on his face was priceless and she couldn't help but laugh out loud when he looked around for the "bf".
"You know, you really can't scare someone like that." The grin never faded from her face as he pulled her back to him, her arms automatically going around his neck, which was a task because he was about a foot taller than her. She had always loved tall guys, they made her feel secure. "You were just too easy of a target, sorry." She said her shoulders shaking slightly to hold back her laughter. This night was turning out even better than she had thought. But all too soon the song ended, and he lead her away. She didn't dare grab another beer, already stumbling slightly from the amount she had already had. Chloe was slightly embarrassed.
"This party's starting to drag." She could swear he could hear her heart pound in her chest as he got close to her. There was no way he couldn't. It seemed so loud to her that she wanted to just make it stop. But that was impossible. Her, Chloe Rose, one of the most confident girls in Westfield, was having her heart racing from a guy she had just met. What was wrong with her?
"Think thing's will liven up a bit? Or can you trust me enough to let me show you something?" The decision was obvious, though it was nice of him to ask her. Why would you want to hang around a bunch of people watching you when you can go off and have your own little party? It didn't even occur to Chloe what Patrick might want. All she thought about was getting away from the jealous eyes and the glares.
"I'll trust you." She said taking his hand and wondering where in the world they were going.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 20:25:31 GMT -6
"You were just too easy of a target, sorry." He couldn't help but grin at her. "Uh-huh," was all he said, though in his mind he was starting to find a soft spot for her. With her young, but terribly pretty face, he couldn't help but be the jock who 'crushed' on her, though he wouldn't call is a crush. He didn't know what to call it, but it was something. There was definitely something there, he knew as she put her arms around his neck. He felt it, that feeling in the gut of his stomach that told him what his mind had already realized - this girl was a catch. He didn't think if he would ever see her again. He didn't think about what would happen because of the two meeting. he didn't even think about tomorrow, all he was allowing himself to think about was tonight, and Chloe. She looked so young, he couldn't help but think. She must have been a Freshman. But she acted older, like she wanted to be older. What exactly did this mean for him? Being sixteen years old, and attending a school with an insane number of pretty girls, Patrick had his fair share of girlfriend, and had plenty of experience to show for it. By being around this girl, would he make her uncomfortable with that? Or was she ahead of her age in this, as well? Though he wasn't exactly a perfect gentleman, he was against pushing a girl to do something she wouldn't normally do. Even someone like Patrick had rules, too, rules that he refused to break. "I'll trust you." At her words, he gave her another one of his best grins, the one he could usually flash at any teacher to get away with not turning in homework, or his parents to get him something he wanted. "Good." He said, and winked, before pulling her along. He hadn't parked too far away, his black Mustang sitting, glossy as it reflected the moon perfectly. He opened the door for her, into the perfectly neat car. After she was inside, he shut it, and walked over to his own side. Pat pulled out his key, opening the door and taking a seat all in one fluid, practiced motion. The car jumped to life as the engine started, roaring softly into the night. The sound of the song that Patrick didn't like was hear, vaguely, and he could still see the bonfire. "Not to sound like a creeper, but is there a certain time that you should be back?" He asked, put it on himself to give her a ride home, or wherever she needed to be, as they drove down the empty street. He took a few turns here and there, driving steadily uphill. He took a few turns into a neighborhood or two, passing large, grand houses as well as small ones. He drove with one hand, his other had found her own hand to hold as he drove. It would seem like they were lost for a few moments, as the streets he was turning on didn't seem to have a general purpose, but within moments, the houses, which had grown farther and farther apart, disappeared altogether. He took one more turn, a left, and his bright headlights shown on an empty park, which looked very worn, almost to the point of being abandoned. There wasn't a soul in sight as he pulled his car around, the nose facing off of a cliff. Through the trees, they looked directly down at the coast. To the left; vast ocean as far as the eye could see, and to the right; sparkling city lights of Long Beach. The bonfire was a tiny little light, like a match's flame. Patrick had turned the radio on to his station, and a slow song played very started very softly, just having ended a rather fast dance song. "Ta-da." He said, his grin a bit more serious, less playful as he looked out over the view. "Pretty corny, but you've gotta hand it to me, I found it after being here only a week."
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 21:11:26 GMT -6
Chloe almost laughed when she saw the perfectly kept mustang sitting there. It was one of the older versions, the classics. Her father had often made remarks saying that the new ones were too flashy, he would rather settle with the old than the new. But Chloe knew the truth. Her father was just afraid of change. Really, she couldn't blame him. She, herself was perfectly afraid of change. It meant the unknown, and you never knew if it would be good or bad. That was why it scared her and her dad. There were so many similarities between the two that she would probably never realize but that was one thing that they had in common that she knew.
When she got into the car she also instantly noticed that there was no backseat. Which was probably good, because she couldn't be held completely accountable for her actions. Sure, she could blame it on the alcohol but then she'd still be caught for getting that drunk. What if Patrick was one of those guys that bragged about his flings? "Not to sound like a creeper, but is there a certain time that you should be back?"Her mind kept reeling though, she barely heard what he said. If he was one of those guys then she would be in trouble. Her reputation tarnished from a simple night of partying and drinking. The girls at Westfield would have a field day and she might even lose her chance at head cheerleader.
But when Patrick took her hand in his, all of her worries vanished from her mind. Why worry so much? Everything would work out in the end anyway. She took a breath and laughed slightly, finally remembering that he had asked her a question. Though it wasn't that long since he had asked it, she didn't want to seem dumb. So instead she turned her head to the side, looking at him as he concentrated on the road a smiled.
"I don't think Westfield has a curfew. And if they did, I don't care." Her attention went back to the road as she wondered where exactly he was going. The rhythem of the car started to take its effects on her, the alcohol didn't help either. As a young girl her parents used to take her for car rides if they wanted to get her to sleep. The effects still showed through today as her eyes started to drift slightly. Before she got too close to falling asleep though, the car started to slow. She instantly sat up straighter and looked around. They were in a park.
She stepped out of the car, leaving the door open and leaning over it looking around. "Wow." she said quietly. "Ta-da." Her eyes flashed over in his direction and she giggled slightly."Pretty corny, but you've gotta hand it to me, I found it after being here only a week." She did have to hand it to him. This place was amazing. She couldn't believe how small the party/bonfire actually was now that she looked down at it. It was odd how something up close could seem so big, but when you stepped back, it was so small.
"It is pretty amazing." She made her way around the car to the hood, leaning against it. Chloe wasn't worried at all about getting her white skirt dirty. This car was spotless. She was almost surprised by how clean he kept a black mustang, no impressed would be the word. How could boys be so obsessed with their cars though? To Chloe, cars were just something flashy to get from one place to another, but why keep it really clean and tidy? Besides, he was a guy, weren't they suppose to be messy?
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 21:37:16 GMT -6
Patrick's car was one of his few possessions that he was actually proud of. Though he would have liked it better with a backseat, it kept him from doing things he shouldn't, which he would find a way to do anyway. He kept it completely spotless, not even a speck of dirt on could be found on the thing. He wasn't noticeably crazy about keeping it clean, so one would think he had just rented it, brand-new, but in fact he cleaned it almost every day. It was just something he did, that he felt like he had to do. And his car never failed him, not once. "I don't think Westfield has a curfew. And if they did, I don't care." A grin spread over his face. Westfield, eh? Wasn't that Castle Hill's rival school, or something like that? This told him many things, really. For one, she didn't go to his school. But she did go to a private school, which would explain her 'it' girl confidence. "Good." He said, and looked away from the road for a few seconds to look at her. "Neither does Castle Hill."
Thankfully, she didn't think it was too lame. She muttered something as she got out. Patrick stayed a moment, before turning off his car. The lights faded, and he watched her walk around to the hood, leaning against it. the lights faded, and the radio died. He turned the key a little more, and the radio came back to life, playing smoothly without the sound of the engine. He got out quietly, and shut the door before throwing his key in the front seat through the open window. Patrick, with his serious-like grin, walked over, slowly, watching Chloe's face. "Seems so minuscule, doesn't it?" He asked, the smile finally fading. And then his mind was made up, and nothing could stop him from his next move.
Patrick closed the distance between them, placing his feet between hers so that he stood directly in front of her. She was short, shorter than he was, so he stooped down a bit as his hinds found their marks. The first on her neck, angling it up, and the second on her back, pulling her close to him, as his expert lips crashed down onto hers.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 21:56:31 GMT -6
"Neither does Castle Hill." From Castle Hill, of course. That always seemed to be Chloe's luck. The cheerleader, hanging out with the enemy. Way to be Chloe. She thought. Really, she should have assumed instantly that he was from Caste Hill. That was suppose to be a Castle Hill party wasn't it? Actually, Chloe had only noticed one person at the party who she knew went to Westfield. The only reason she knew that though was because the girl had been at Chloe's party. Really, it was more of Chloe's sweet sixteen, because she didn't completely celebrate hers. She'd throw a huge bash later, something that would be remembered for a while.
"Seems so minuscule, doesn't it?" She nodded, her eyes flickering back down to the little orange dot next to the ocean. Down there tons of kids were partying, drinking, having fun, and she was up here with Patrick. She wouldn't trade what she was doing now for just about anything in the world. That was when she remember it. Chloe had left her Aston down there at the beach. In her haze she had forgotten about her most valuable possession, but she could always get it later. Sure, it was an expensive car, but this was an expensive neighborhood, who would break into it? Besides, it was pretty hard to steal an Aston Martin. There were very few of them in the world.
Just as she was about to reply to him he was there standing in front of her. His eyes locked with hers and she felt him put his hand behind her head and her waist and suddenly, his lips were on hers. She was stunned at first, not completely sure of how it all happened, but then her lips fell into rhythm with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her up slightly so that he wouldn't have to stoop so much but not enough weight to throw him off balance. Now, she had kissed a lot of boys in her life, but none were like Patrick Donnohan. He was defiantly unique, and she loved it.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 22:32:38 GMT -6
As his lips moved in sync with hers, Patrick felt his heart rate rise. She was a very good kisser, and so was he. He'd learned from the best, some had told him, and most people that he kissed usually complimented him on it. It came with practice, really, but it raised his ego when people commented on it. He smiled a little into their kiss, when she suddenly realized what was going on and kissed him back. They were each wearing minimal clothing, her in a swimsuit and short shirt, and him in shorts and swim trunks, no shirt. her skin was incredibly soft, and he couldn't keep his hand that wasn't on her neck from traveling over it, his fingertips just grazing her skin. He was somehow warm in the summer night, against the cool breeze that floated down.
And she even helped him, by arching up so that his neck wouldn't cramp up. The feeling in his stomach grew, and his hormones started to show themselves. This young, but still hot girl was kissing him, very well might I add. Of course it was going to happen. His hand traveled down her side, passing her skirt until he reached her thigh. Slowly, as he kissed her, his hand continued to travel, as if it had a mind of it's own. In an instant, it took a firm hold of her leg, and without breaking the kiss, he lifted her up onto the hood of the car, and bent their bodies so that she was laying down, and he lightly on top of her. Another smile in the kiss as he attempted this feat, surprised at how well he did it. He broke the kiss then, and opened his eyes to look into hers. The glint in his eye was playful as he whispered, "So do you go around kissing every strange guy who offer to show you something, or is it just me?" Patrick winked, before leaning back down to kiss up and down her neck, under her jaw, behind her ear. There may have been a tiny nip here and there, as well, as his hands were getting a little more fresh.
As for Patrick... well, he didn't do this with every girl he met, but this wasn't the first time. Each had ended up in different ways, so he had no way of telling how this would end up, and he almost didn't want to know. he was perfectly content with completely forgetting about everything else to be with this girl, right here, right now. And who knows? Maybe she would surprise him.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 22:54:43 GMT -6
Chloe's mind raced as she focused on just the kiss. It was so sweet, so new, so, amazing. That was the only word she could even think to describe it as. Amazing. Her body reacted to this too, just as much as she noticed it did his. At least her kissing skill had been built up over time. Chloe wasn't ashamed of the guys she had kissed, but she'd had minimal experience with anything past third base. In fact, their had only been one guy to make it past third. It hadn't only happened once though, but many times after. But he was her one only. She promised herself that she'd never sleep around. She'd never really be the girl that people gossiped about. They could think all they wanted, but Chloe had only had one partner, ever.
"So do you go around kissing every strange guy who offer to show you something, or is it just me?" They were now on the hood. This was like, a girls dream. On the hood of an amazing mustang, with a hot guy, and barely clothed. But something just didn't feel right. Chloe didn't want this to happen. She didn't want him to get everything right away and leave her. That was what guys did anyway. They stayed until they got what they wanted. Patrick was defiantly a guy that Chloe wanted to keep around. This whole kissing thing would be great on her. Her breath was already coming quickly as her own mind kept thinking dirty thoughts of what might have happened if he hadn't stopped.
The small kisses continued as, as fair as she knew, waited for her reply. Her back arched slightly, her senses in overdrive. That was Chloe's weakness. Any kind of touching set her off and made her completely crazy. Usually, it was so hard for her to control herself. But now with her mind partially clouded she found it even more difficult. Her breath came quicker and she almost wrapped her legs around him, which would have urged him to go farther.
"Not everyone. Your one of the lucky few." she said, giving him a light push and sitting up, adjusting her skirt. The top of her bikini was dangerously close to exposing her chest and her hair looked like she had just had sex, but she didn't notice those things. The only thing she watched was Patrick, the smile never leaving her face, hoping he wouldn't be too mad at her for breaking it up. Sure, any guy would hate the moment being ruined, but Patrick didn't strike her as that type of guy.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 27, 2008 23:21:14 GMT -6
In Washington, Patrick was one of the 'most talked about boys', but not because he slept around. there were plenty of rumors that went around about him, simply because it would seem like everyone was into his business. What with his 'popularity' and all of that. He was popular, so people wanted to know his life. So, of course, people talked. It wasn't like he was always out looking to 'get some', it wasn't like that at all. He really couldn't explain why he did what he did. He just liked girls, and liked to kiss them. And Patrick had rules, plenty of them. Such as his rule he would never go past third with a girl he hadn't been involved with for over six month, and his rule that he would never intentionally kiss another dude's girl. Not to mention his rule that he didn't touch anyone else when he was taken. He didn't involve himself with 'sluts'. Ever. Girls that were jealous liked to make up rumors that he slept around, that he cheated, but it wasn't true one bit. However, at age sixteen he had quite the experience under his belt, a little too much for his age. So he honestly hadn't been expecting anything from this girl. How could he, when he himself was bound by his own rules?
"Not everyone. Your one of the lucky few." He simply grinned, wanting to laugh. He lifted himself off of her as she pushed him, looking away as she adjusted her skirt. Quickly, he checked the time on his Instinct, and the phone's light shined in his face, telling him a time way later than he expected. Could it already be 1:45 a.m.? But his phone buzzed; Patrick had three missed calls and five texts. Guilt washed over him as he remembered that he was supposed to have called Elise tonight, as a result of a pact they made to stay close. She had texted him once, and then again to tell him she was going to sleep. The three missed calls were from her, his mom, and another friend. He didn't know who the voicemails were from. His jaw clenched, how could he have missed those calls? He shoved the phone back into the pocket of his khaki shorts, returning his attention to Chloe, his face now masked. He scooted back over to her, his hand instinctively finding her waist.
"Is there somewhere you want me to take you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn't been as bothered by the change of pace as maybe she thought she would be, though he did wonder what made her suddenly stop. He smiled inwardly at the look on face when he'd touched her, and he would remember that face for a while. His hands went to her bikini, but not to touch her. The tiny little top was dangerously close to exposing her, and he adjusted it easily and quickly, before returning his attention to her face.
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 27, 2008 23:40:22 GMT -6
He took it like Chloe had hoped he would. Like a big boy that knew every girl wasn't about to give it up, and really, Chloe appreciated that. Those kind of boys were so few and rare, and she loved that he respected that about her. A pride rushed through her. She'd finally found a good one. Well she'd found a good one, she didn't have a good one. Just because they made out didn't mean that they were officially a thing, Chloe knew that. It was too bad, they would make a great power couple. Or at least that was what she thought as she looked over and saw him looking at his phone. She wondered what happened to her IPhone. Goodness she was such a forgetful person tonight. First her car, now her IPhone. It had to be in her car, she had no reason to carry it around with her at a party after all, so why would she bring it?
"Is there somewhere you want me to take you?" Chloe's head rested on Patrick's shoulder. She was no longer tired, that was for sure. It would take a while for her heart to stop beating the way it was, or for her mind to stop thinking about his lips on hers, but eventually she'd get some sleep. It wasn't like school was that big of deal anyway. The only reason she was even in that school was because of money, she'd pass no matter what. It wouldn't be too hard to get into the college she wanted either. Chloe's ambitions were simple, she was going to be a photographer.
"Not anywhere in particular really." She said as he reached over. A bright red appeared on her cheeks as she realized what had happened during their little make out session. How embarrassing. Yet again he proved her wrong though. He had been adjusting it so that she wasn't revealing, not to get his hands on some chest. What was wrong with this boy? He was too good, too.. different. It confused Chloe as to how one with such obvious experience wouldn't throw a mini temper tantrum over her pulling away.
"Well that's embarrassing." She said giggling, hoping to lighten the mood. It just seemed like everything in the world was in place, even if she was just moments ago making out with a guy on top of the hood of his mustang. No one would ever know but them. That is, unless he was the kind of guy that kissed and told. It didn't matter anyway, kissing wasn't even on the same level as going all the way. He could talk and tell all the people he wanted. But some how, deep down, Chloe knew he wouldn't. Patrick just wasn't that type of guy. She could tell right away.
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Post by Patrick Donnohan on Sept 28, 2008 0:02:01 GMT -6
Patrick may have been a gentleman, and even moreso since he was intoxicated, but there was one thing for sure - he never let anyone in. He appeared perfect to Chloe, though he didn't know this. A really great guy, which he was. But she didn't know him, and Patrick would make sure that she never did. No one really knew him, aside from Elise. Pat never let people in, it was just a fact. People may know who he is, and talk to him every day. They could share all of his classes, and hang on every word he said, but they still wouldn't know him. Sure, they might know how he would react to something, or what he would do here. They would know things about him like the fact that he played football, and was number 84. A few girls might even know his touch. But no one had gotten past his barriers, his walls that he put up to defend his heart.
"Not anywhere in particular really." That wasn't exceptionally helpful. He was trying to figure out where to drop her off. Patrick felt the extreme desire to be alone. Suddenly every touch Chloe gave him was like a blow, and she didn't even know it. She didn't get that he was nicely trying to say goodnight, though he would never put it so abruptly. "So then, back to the bonfire?" He asked, looking straight ahead. Why did he have to be like this? Why couldn't he coax her back to kissing him, or at least to catch a movie or something? Why did he have to be so... complicated?
Paticj finally managed a small grin at the sight of her deep blush, her cheek coloring as he fixed her top. He had embarrassed her, poor girl. "Well that's embarrassing." Maybe he could go with this? He pulled on his grin again, a small one that didn't look fake. "Ah, sorry." He stated, before adding a quick. "I could make it up to you. You name it." He told her sincerely. Oh why did he make things so painful for himself? Maybe if he hurried, he could call Elise, and she wouldn't be that mad for waking her. With a sigh, he mentally kicked himself; he shouldn't be thinking about Elise right now. (Though he really never stopped thinking about his best friend.)
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Post by Chloe Rose (MOD) on Sept 28, 2008 0:16:46 GMT -6
Chloe lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. His face was distant and she finally picked up on the hint that he wanted to leave. It had to have been something on that phone. That was the last thing he had been messing with before he started acting so, weird. Even tipsy Chloe could pick up on something as obvious as that. Really it was too bad too, because she had been having a great night. Apparently it wasn't the same for him. She almost felt snubbed. If it was one thing that Chloe hated it was feeling like she wasn't completely in control. This was one of those times.
She slid off the car, positioning herself in front of him. "You know what? Your right, it's late. Back to the bonfire. My cars down there anyway." she said smiling. There was one thing she had learned from cheerleading, and that was, you keep smiling, no matter what. Yeah, Patrick would hear the small hint of anger in her voice if he listened close enough, but then again, why should she hide that she was upset. It was hard to believe that a few minutes ago they couldn't keep their hands off each other and now she just wanted to get in her car and go back to the school that she hated. Back at the party she'd have to be all smiles and giggles before then though. No one could know that she had been so upset over this stupid little road block. She would move on.
"I could make it up to you. You name it." Chloe resisted laughing. "I think I'll take that one to go. You'll just owe me later." The moon was so bright tonight. She looked up and marveled at it from the side of the passenger side car door. It wasn't exactly a full moon, but it might as well have been with the way it shone, and the milkyway was breathtaking, all the stars scattered about, twinkling happily in the sky. Why couldn't Chloe just be a star? All she would have to do is shine. Not stand here and wait for a guy to get into the car before she would get in. She didn't want to seem too ready to leave after all, that would be rude.
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