Is This The Krusty Krab No This Is Patrick Novels & Stories

They did it more than once when Patrick had to get rid of the excessive amount of girls after him in Sin Club. If it were not for Jo’s injury, Patrick would probably show her already his whole set of exercises for the muscles of the buttocks. Instead of eating, they would start to exercise. “Sit down, badass.” Patrick said firmly again, handing her a glass of Shrek’s smoothie. She made a nasty face after taking a sip. “What the fuck is that? It's not your recipe, Pat.” “I couldn't find honey, bananas and chia seeds.” He lied. He didn't want her to abuse Mike again in public, in front of them.

“My friend here owns the bar, so this has become my watering hole of choice. By the way, this is Lucas Knox. Lucas, this is Dr. Patrick White, our newest resident at the hospital.” “Call me Patrick. Pleased to meet you.” Lucas gives him a measuring look, and offers Patrick his hand. Patrick takes it in a handshake. I can tell that Lucas is giving it a firm squeeze as the veins in his hands bulge. “Lucas Knox. Nice to meet you.” I hear bones crunching together. Patrick stares at Lucas, unflinching. “Okay! So, we´re making friends.” I say sarcasticly. What is up with these two?

Instead, he plopped down on the sand beside me, still offering me the soda can. "No you don't. But I think we are going to be good friends, so I came here to take the first step. I'm Patrick. You look like Daisy. Or a Poppy," he rambled, his gaze intensely trained on me. Patrick had a...weird energy. He spoke as if he couldn't wait to get all the words out of his mouth, and there was a hungry, curious gleam in his eyes. "If you don't want the soda you can just tell me. My arm is starting to hurt."

He explained. "Okay, send it. Goodnight." I replied. "Cool." He replied and hung up. I was used to it. Let me explain. Patrick is my boss as you already know. I have been working for him as he owns a YouTube channel by the name Pa- tricks. It's a cheesy name I know but that was all we had for then. He was getting popular actually, he had seven hundred thousand subscribers. I stood up and looked at my bathroom one last time because I knew quite well that by the time I would be finished with editing the video, it would be too late and I would be heading to my other love, my bed.

Patrick chuckles as he watches us. "I got cheesecake Lena, He smiles, Do you want some?"He looks at Nick, and I see concern from him. Nick rubs my back and keeps up the purr. "I can't take your food Patrick",I say, feeling embarrassed. He chuckles. "I'm offering some Lena. We can share it",he looks at Nick, and I feel Nick nod. Patrick cuts a piece off and holds out a spoon with chocolate cheesecake and my mouth waters. It smells so good.

He plated the veggies into a white flat ceramic plate, as he sprinkled the final touches, the sesame seeds on it, with a warm satisfied smile " Pat, why ain't you helpful?, you should've ordered takeout asap, You can't reap from where you didn't sow, I might as well eat this lunch alone" Way said these to Pat, who is still sluggishly turning himself on the couch, After hearing Way's threat, He knew he is cooked already, He moved lazily from the couch into the kitchen. Getting to the kitchen door, he watched the busy Way closely , Pat just plated the ready pasta into a fine flat plate, Pat screened Way's sweaty half naked body as his eyes fell on his Calvin Klein boxer which is now drenched i

In the morning I woked up in his house after I had collapsed out of fear that I'd had an accident. "Good morning precious lady." he smirked, placing the Jamaica patty on my nightstand. "I know you like your swallow but I bought beef patty for you instead maybe later I'd prepare soup for you." I flushed, remembering those words. When I said nothing he continued, sitting on my bed. "incase you are wondering what this is- it is a counterpart of meat pie..the difference is the crumbly bright yellow pastry dough and the secret of the yellow is-"

“Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best thing this company has.’” “No!” I gasped, clutching my stomach as I laughed. “Do I know him?” “You might,” Patrick said cryptically. “Come on, give me a hint,” I pressed. “Let’s just say he’s very attached to his standing desk,” Patrick replied, his grin widening. I laughed so hard I nearly knocked over the bowl of chips. Talking to Patrick was like finding a hidden gem at the party. He was nerdy, quirky, and absolutely delightful. As we continued chatting, I felt a presence nearby. I turned my head to see Logan standing a few feet away,

“You are friends with this Neville?” Patrick is blushing furiously. “Yeah, Neville is one of my friends. I believe he also likes Pat, but thinks that there is no chance. I mean Pat’s team captain is a homophobe, so there is that.” “Patrick Angel Castillo! You better not be friends with that team captain!” Auntie Kelly looks serious. “I’m not, mama! He’s the team captain and I have to socialize a bit, especially as one of the top candidates to take his place, but I am not friends with Jordan, that dude is a bully!” Patrick says meekly.

Patrick was quiet; his legs became heavy for him to walk away or to go back into his car after the lady customer had left. There was a minute of silence between him and Mama-Tina, and Patrick wondered if Mama-Tina could have noticed his resemblance to the baby too. He was still quiet with his face downward before Mamatina broke the silence and said, "Don't mind that, my lady customer. She talks too much and doesn't take her words seriously, you know." "Hmph.." Patrick breathed out and asked, "Is he your baby?." Mamatina smiled and told him, "No, this is my daughter's baby, my grandchild." And Patrick swallowed.