Romans & histoires You Left Your Lights On Patrick

Patrick had texted. Natalia replied, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't talk about your mom like that. But it does break my heart to see you so upset." Patrick typed, "Why won't she just disappear? Then I could stay with you forever, Nat!" "I want to be with you forever too, but Luna Evelyn will never allow it. And she's not going anywhere. She always clings to your dad," Natalia replied. Patrick said, "She's the worst. A crazy woman. A nasty witch!"

(POV: Aria / Kai / Darius) Aria The neighbors’ yard lights blinked off one by one, like tired eyes closing. I stood at the kitchen window until the dark felt settled again. Maya had texted earlier — u alive? — and I’d sent a single thumbs-up. Anything else would’ve meant questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

Together, Harold and I sliced the celebratory cake, sharing it with the whole room. Our friends ribbed us, eager to know where our next romantic escapade would be. Harold finally caved to their relentless curiosity, "Okay, okay, no more questions. We're off to Lunaris Inn later for some stargazing."

We swayed together, shadows tangled in the firelight. “I feel great,” I said. “If a wolf can’t do me in, then two dumbass football players definitely can’t!” We all laughed at that. We stopped drinking, hoping to sober up a bit in another hour or two so we could leave. Patrick was exhausted from the game, and neither Paula nor I were used to staying up late like this. After a while, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I wandered off into the woods, using my phone flashlight to watch my step.

I nodded appreciatively as he walked away. Once Patrick was out of sight, I turned my gaze upward to the sky, now painted in shades of peachy pink as nightfall approached. I remained seated, observing as people gradually started to leave. At one point, I couldn’t help but laugh as Patrick attempted to wake Jess, who had fallen asleep on the grass. He rolled his eyes and even sprayed water on her face, but she only mumbled something unintelligible, kicked her brother’s leg, rolled over, and continued sleeping. Some of Jess's other friends were also quite intoxicated, and poor Patrick seemed to be the designated caretaker for them all.

"My Sir said that I'm grown up and can't stay in the Medicine Valley my whole life. He told me to come out with you to broaden my horizons, but you don't remember anything. It's just the two of us striking out on our own. I'm afraid we'll get into trouble more often than not. Patrick also doesn't know where he ran off to, leaving us in the mall. He's completely unreasonable." "Hmph! I think someone who badmouths others behind their back is the most unreasonable. I only left for a little while, and you're already complaining about me," Patrick's wicked voice came. Ashley turned around and saw Patrick, unable to resist rolling her eyes at him. "Where did you go? Don't you know that we're not f

CHAPTER FOUR: Patrick’s Abduction The sun had only begun to peek up over the horizon, manifesting as little more than a pink line shading to an arch of deep purple, when Patrick Young stepped out of the back exit of Geer Hall. He did a few hamstring stretches in front of the building before jogging off toward the back end of campus.

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

Patrick batted Liam's hand away, “I need nothing from you, Kincaid.” He dusted off his shoulder as though Liam's touch offended him. "Don't be shy now” Liam teased "I've got plenty to give.” Patrick opened his mouth to deliver what I was sure would be a cutting reply, but I cut in. “Shall we leave now so you can see your ex-best friend in time?" Patrick shook his head, clearly unimpressed by my jab. “I'm driving" he announced before striding out the door and shutting it firmly behind him. I turned to Liam, my eyes narrowing at him “Why don't you want to see Elijah?"

"That your girlfriend?" He shook his head. "That's... complicated." I snorted. "Of course it is." Well," I said, getting up from the table. "Good luck with cheer practice or... pyramid duty or whatever." "You're not going to stay and watch?" I shot him a look over my shoulder. "Nice try, Liam."He called after me as I walked away: "You're still not cutting me, though." I didn't answer. But I was smiling.