I Wrote This By Patrick Star の小説・ストーリー

Not that it mattered anymore. Charles froze as he reached for the box, then nodded eagerly. "Do you like the stars I sent you, darling?" I smiled, playing along. "Of course. You always said you knew me best. How could I not?" Charles was clever, alright. He knew I loved the night sky, so he gave me stars. Fiona, with her love for all things flashy, got showered with cash. He seemed pleased with my answer. The next day, he was all about spoiling me, dragging me to every fancy store in town. "You didn't find anything you liked yesterday. Let me make it up to you today. We'll take home anything you want."

Hearing that, I patted my friend's hand and told her to calm down. I then gave Tracy a faint, mocking smile. "You're the only one who worships him. Calm down. I no longer have any feelings for him. That's why, when he tried what he did, I fought back right away." With that, I chuckled and waved the bloody pencil in my hand. Drawing had always been a hobby of mine, and I had a habit of misplacing pencils. To make up for it, I left half-sharpened pencils everywhere in my room.

"Just hearing you say this alone is amazing. Back then, when I would sing at home, my stepmom would say I was disturbing the peace of the neighborhood, and that my voice was awful, and she would shut me up. Meanwhile, Candy would always sing, and she would praise her and tell her that she had the best voice in the world." Zachary scoffed, "I'm going to ask you a question, Paige." "Go ahead, sir," she replied. "Do you want to be a star?" Zachary asked. "Me? Paige thought she hadn't heard him well. "Sir, are you asking me if I want to be a star?" "Yes," Zachary said. "I can make you a star, Paige. All you need to do is follow my rules."

Batman. While walking from the secret elevator to the main elevators within the catacombs of Infinity my purse vibrated. I stopped and moved to the side of the hallway as it vibrated again. I removed my phone from my purse and held my breath as I swiped the screen. Am I ready to hear his voice again? Will he be upset that I'm making Isaac wait? Am I making him wait? A lump formed in my throat until I saw the name: PATRICK. "Pat," I whispered into the phone. "So...tell me. I've been worried sick. Is there a problem?" "N-No, I can't talk right now." "But you're all right? Tell me you're all right," Patrick implored. "Yes." The way my cheeks rose into a hint of a smile told me that I was—all r

Charli "You know you can't leave him," Patrick said as he squeezed my knee. "I can tell you're upset. I don't know what he did, but you simply can't. It's not allowed." I twisted the stem of the wine glass, the red liquid swirling within the globe. Thankfully, Cy wasn't home and it was just Patrick and I. "Thanks for letting me borrow your gym shorts and t-shirt." He laughed. "Besides the fact that you kind of look like they're swallowing you whole, you look cute. I don't often get to see a beautiful woman wearing my clothes."

"Well, erm, Patrick is someone, well, erm" He raises a brow at me due to my stuttering. "Well, some months ago, I took a loan from Patrick. I only took the loan because my dad died and I really needed money for my mum's treatment. I was only able to pay back some of it but I pleaded with him for some more time. He called me some days ago, informing me that he was back in town and he needed his money. Unfortunately for me he saw me at the diner. Please don't scold Oliver it's not his fault he just went to ease himself and everything was normal when he left me, the diner was practically empty. Please don't punish him on my account.

But everyone was right; I didn’t feel like myself; something strange was happening to me, and I couldn’t explain it. Suddenly a knock comes at my window; I flinch, then see that it’s only Parker; I roll down my window, “Yes?” I answer, remembering to be friendly to the newbie. “Hi, I’m sorry my niece is doing girl scout cookies, and I was wondering If I could mail you a flyer to fill out to buy some? She wants to go to Six Flags,” the way Patrick talked about his family makes me feel a sense of comfort, “Sure, um, why don’t you send them to this address? My parents might be interested?” So I gave him the address.

He said, “ Trust? I showed you the most hidden secret of mine. Whatever! Here, take it.” He put an earring on his hand that immediately melted like mercury. “ Now give me the money! Hurry!” Patrick Conal nodded and quickly withdrew the money. “ Here you go.” “ Thank you!” Patrick said, rushing to the Doc “ What's your name, boy?” “ Patrick! It's not a joke. Anyway!” “ What? Patrick! But what about your phone number? How will I contact you?” “ Don't worry! I will find you! Patrick-1” he waved his hand and left for the Doc.

I ordered her briefly and she just complied with me. I guessed she must be very hungry because she didn't eat breakfast. The room was filled with silence as we both started eating our lunch. Her questions before emerged inside my mind again. Who was Patrick? If I was someone who didn't have manners, I would have said that Patrick was a dog. Thank God, grandpa Frederick gave me enough education so I still had my sanity intact in my brain. Patrick was an *sshole. That was the most suitable word for him.