Pat Stares At Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted towards the wall and stopped. A child’s drawing hung there. Bright colors with crooked lines. Stick figures. A smile tugged at my lips, and I didn’t know why. Maybe because it felt real and human. It reminded me there was more to Aurora’s life than boardrooms and fashion shows. “You know, most people would leave,” a voice sounded sharp behind me. Damnit, I turned around to see Patrice. She stood there, holding a tablet, looking too pleased. “Good Afternoon.”

She wouldn’t have hit him if she had matched the brake. She stayed there all night. Every time a nurse walked past, she lifted her head sharply. “Is he alive?” she whispered every single time. No answer. Only fear. ** The next morning, while Kelvin fought for his life, Patra stood in her living room, smiling as if nothing had happened. Her mother, Benita, fussed with her hair, humming. “You look beautiful, my daughter,” she said. “New beginnings require new beauty.” Patra smirked. “I feel free.”

My reflection stares back, hair spilling across my eyes like a curtain. I push it back, my fingers brushing against my skin. "Straight boy," I mutter, a scowl twisting my lips. "Confused, maybe. But seriously?!" I massage my throat, the tender skin still throbbing. "Bloody hell!" I kick my legs, sending ripples through the water. Another drag on my cigarette, and I'm rising to my feet. That's when I see Patricia standing in the entrance, her eyes narrowed in distaste. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

She rubbed her neck giggling. Patina showed him each piece of her Artwork including photographs of previous work she's done. Her eyes were doe like as she waited in baited breath for a smile, a compliment, or even critic. "As long as he feels something, it's better than no reaction." She thought as she observed him for any indication of joy or distaste.

All she knows is that she wants to see him. Patricia arrived in Raleigh after a long drive. She almost forgot how fresh the aid was. So different in what she was wearing. Then Patricia looked at herself. 'Oh!' She exclaimed when she realized what she was wearing. 'So that's the reason why people were looking at me like that.' Patricia then realized. "Excuse me, who are you?" Patricia asked the stranger mowing their lawn. "Patricia? Oh my God, Patricia!" She turned to the lady who called her.

I felt a little pity on him, I could notice the tiredness under his eyes. "Love, I'll go now. I have a show later. I need to be ready an hour before the fashion show," Patriza suddenly spoke and walked closer to him. "Hmmm," he said thriftily while remaining still. "Happy monthsary, I prepared a cake for you," she said and gave him a peck on his lips. That was the moment Achetbir opened his eyes and looked at me, emotionless. I bowed my head down and continued doing my work despite of the pain I have been feeling right now.

"Good morning guys." Pat stood at the head of the breakfast table, clipboard in hand, waiting for the room to settle around her. “I know you all must be wondering, what does Pat bring this time?” She met the gaze of everyone present and flashed a smile. “Well, fasten your belts because it's about to be a lovely ride.” “Are we throwing a party?” Cole asked, his eyes gleaming in excitement.

Andrea sat up, dislodging two cats who meowed and sort of rolled onto the floor. Patricia reached into her purse, grabbed her phone and stared at the screen. "Answer it," he said, daring her to prove him wrong. Patricia glanced up at him, eyes wide. "I don't know the number," she said. "Answer it, now." "Zain, what the fuck?" Crystal stood at the kitchen island, a bottle in each hand. Patricia pressed the screen and held it up to her face. Zain lifted his to his ear. Patricia didn't speak.

“Join us, Pat.” “Nope. I’m fine. I’m dark enough to sunbathe.” Patricia and I exchanged looks. I then looked at Zian who was picking his nose while Raven was casually rubbing his stomach and they looked like ordinary boys. The fantasy of them being hot has finally vanished. I could see it in my best friend's face.

She had noticed the little unspoken exchange between him and the girl and she was here to have a good seat to the show. Patty’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned forward, whispering, “Wow… you’re totally checking her out, aren’t you?” Allen’s face flushed bright red, and he sputtered, “I—uh—I’m just… focusing on the drills!” Patty snorted, clearly unconvinced. “Right. Sure. Focusing.” She crossed her arms, clearly amused. “Just so you know, she noticed. And trust me, she’s not shy. If you keep staring like that, she’ll come over and tease you.”