Patrick Star Boots Novels & Stories

Jemima’s POV “What are you doing?” I asked amusedly. I had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking my first shower in three days, only to find Piper trying on a pair of boots that Adrian had bought me a few weeks ago. She smiled sheepishly at me as she took them off. “I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation to put them on. Blame the boots, not me.” A snort slipped from my lips as I strolled towards the wardrobe to pick out what to wear.

I bought those in cash, too, at a discount shoe outlet on the other side of town while wearing a completely different disguise. I carry the heavy boots and the black costume through the ground floor of the house, moving toward the front closet near the front-entrance garage where Julian usually parks. I open the closet door and look down. A pair of old leather loafers Julian hasn’t worn in months. A backup pair of running shoes. And yes, sitting right there in the corner: another pair of Paul Roy Peak Explorer boots. Same model, same rugged design, same dark color as the ones I bought for Christian.

My face burned. He reached for the bag beside me and pulled out a brand new pair of white and silver skating boots. They were stunning, clearly custom and expensive. With careful, almost reverent movements, he lifted my right foot and slipped the first boot on, lacing it with steady fingers. His hands on my ankle felt electric. He did the same with the left boot, taking his time, making sure they were perfectly snug. When he finished, he looked up at me, still on one knee.

"We’re leaving the territory." My heart leaped. "Where?" I asked, my face lighting up. I didn't care if it was a funeral; I was getting out. "You’ll see," he said, turning toward the subterranean garage. "Don't keep the engine waiting." I pried open the box and gasped. Inside was a pair of the most exquisite tactical-chic boots I’d ever seen. Tall, obsidian leather, supple as a second skin, with silver buckles that gleamed like moonlight at the ankles.

"I ate a tuna-garlic sandwich, okay? I'll brush my teeth after my shift," She grumbled, handing the phone over to me so I could look at the item she bookmarked. It was a velvet knee-high boots, and she was right it was pink. To be more precise, the strawberry shade. And she was right, I did love it.

"Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots." I give him a small shoulder push to get him moving. Once he's settled, I twist around, bringing my legs up, and begin pulling on the leather. I can tell as soon as my feet slide home that they fit perfectly. "They don't look any different than the military boots I gave you." "Sacrilege." I run my fingers over the leather. "These babies have PVC air-cushioned soles. They're indestructible." King whistles. "One emergency Shadow Warrior shift and you'll discover you shouldn't be too excited about footwear, and when that happens, no footwear is indestructible."

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

"Yeah." The next shoe is stiletto black heels, then a white sneakers, neutral evening heels, and black ankle booties. Pamela packed them all at once and I gasped. Sometimes, she behaves like someone who reads minds. I was just thinking of how to rock the shoes if only I had all of them and she was buying them for me. I blessed her in my heart.

"Is everything alright? I see you found your boots." She rolled her eyes at Dexter, dropping the boots filled with snow to the brim on the porch as she pushed past him. "What's the matter, Taesha? Why are you leaving your boots out on the porch?" "Dexter! I guess your car was too good for my boots?! All you had to do, was tell me you didn't want my boots in your precious car, and I would have held them in my hands on my lap! Those boots cost me a thousand dollars! I don't know about you, but I work hard for my money! How could you do something so mean?!"

Meredith was wearing a navy fisherman’s sweater and a pair of white crocheted lace pants.The pants were fitted in the waist and flared out to a wider leg over a pair of Louboutin black quilted boots with a rounded rubber toe and heavy duty lug soles on a block heel. She wasn’t sure if they were going out or not so she put on her warm boots just in case.