now what was i saying...?
oh yes!
So, I came home sick on sunday... Patrick so kindly took care of me that night.. the next night.. and then
BAM
Like a shot in the dark... here I was laying around in my panties, playing with onyx, rocking out to the beach boys when at 1:45 am... my phone rings. "Hey!! what are you doing??!!" I had no idea who it was cause I didnt check the ID. But it was Patrick. He had never been drunk in his life... and well there's a first time for everything. He asked me to take him home, Jimmy was too drunk to drive, and if I didnt come, he'd take a cab. Of course I was going to go get him. I care too much. :(
So... I go to 5 star pizza, which Patrick kept calling Papa John's. theres no papa johns downtown gainesville... Craig and Jimmy are sitting against pasta to go, I say to them "i'm looking for a really drunk patrick" they point, and laying on the dirty ground, sweaty and all a mess was my picture of perfection, my favorite, Patrick. He was so embarrassed... so upset that he was drunk. So apologetic. I was so glad he called me in this state, cause it kinda says 'I'm in need and I will turn to you, and I know you will be there." and there I was.
I get him home, and he wont stop talking... its funny, but I know its a million things about he and I that I probably shouldnt know. A private look into his journal that he's yet to write down... I felt a little bad, but at least I know he likes me. He said it a thousand times. I made him get undressed, shower, put new boxers on, and go to bed. He insisted that I stay.. that me staying would make everything okay. and so I stayed. I tried to leave once in the night... and he wrapped himself around me and begged me not to go. And so I stayed. I stayed, and I cried, and I dreampt, and I watched him sleep. I monitored his breathing, checked his pulse, and wiped sweat away from his face. Everything I could ever want is so near, so close... and I cant have it. I was so sad.. and maybe its because I care too much, and I know that secretly he does too... he just wont tell me in so many words...
He kept saying how I should make fun of him, and if it were me he'd do the same. I dont think he knows i'm not like that. And i would never use that against him... it was something that happend and for one night I got to be the prince the suit of armor... I did the saving. I wish he would save my heart though...
He woke the next morning to me. and kissed me all over, maybe a thousand times. We made love with this interesting amount of eye contact, and despite the breath situation, neither of us cared, I think we just wanted to be that much closer to each other. And we were. And he kissed me so passionately.... like he would never kiss me again, although i knew he would, and he did again and again....I said I needed to go, and he offered to go to lunch with me and so I went. We went to Sonny's. He touched me in the car, kissed my face, kissed my mouth, kissed my hand... he sat next to me and ordered what I did. Laughed and ate okra, and drank gallons of sweet tea.
I came back and stayed longer than I shouldve. But the way he kept looking at me wouldnt allow me to leave; I didnt want to forget it... we talked about camp, we talked about music, and he played the guitar for me. He sang, I sang... songs about jane. The first song we ever kissed to... and I asked him if he remembered, he said he did. I told him i didnt believe him.
Boc choy for dinner. Patrick brought the rice. I ate... and kept it down. He ate, and ate, and ate... and he watched me, and traced my face, and kissed me over and over and over... to feel his touch on me.. I cant even describe. And he got tired, and so did I. We went to bed and locked Onyx out. he held me, and positioned me the way I like him to do... like I'm his doll and he can move me any way he wishes. And he nestled into my neck, and burrowed deeper in my soul.
He got up early this morning, leaving his laundry in the dryer. He sat on my bed while I lay half asleep wrapped in my newly washed sheets that now smell of someone I long to remember. He put his arms around me, and hugged me, and kissed me so gently.. in such a way I never wanted to have him let go. But he did, and for once I told him I would miss him. I got another hug. He said he would call me friday, I asked him how. so i told him i would call him as soon as i got into town and let him know how to reach me. sunday is epcot. . . bliss, romance, and those unbelievably gorgeous eyes I can lose myself in.
4 nights now. 3 at my place one at his by default. he told me in his drunkeness that he bought a new showerhead for me; he said that i 'dont stay the night because my shower head is broken.' and now i can. that was not the reason for me not staying the night. he never asks me to.
finally on a funny note, i had told him tuesday night that if he didnt bring anyone home to call me up.. he said he doesnt do that... wednesday morning he's like 'i guess i did wind up bringing someone home.' and i had to laugh and say "no patrick... no no, I brought you home."
So, I came home sick on sunday... Patrick so kindly took care of me that night.. the next night.. and then
BAM
Like a shot in the dark... here I was laying around in my panties, playing with onyx, rocking out to the beach boys when at 1:45 am... my phone rings. "Hey!! what are you doing??!!" I had no idea who it was cause I didnt check the ID. But it was Patrick. He had never been drunk in his life... and well there's a first time for everything. He asked me to take him home, Jimmy was too drunk to drive, and if I didnt come, he'd take a cab. Of course I was going to go get him. I care too much. :(
So... I go to 5 star pizza, which Patrick kept calling Papa John's. theres no papa johns downtown gainesville... Craig and Jimmy are sitting against pasta to go, I say to them "i'm looking for a really drunk patrick" they point, and laying on the dirty ground, sweaty and all a mess was my picture of perfection, my favorite, Patrick. He was so embarrassed... so upset that he was drunk. So apologetic. I was so glad he called me in this state, cause it kinda says 'I'm in need and I will turn to you, and I know you will be there." and there I was.
I get him home, and he wont stop talking... its funny, but I know its a million things about he and I that I probably shouldnt know. A private look into his journal that he's yet to write down... I felt a little bad, but at least I know he likes me. He said it a thousand times. I made him get undressed, shower, put new boxers on, and go to bed. He insisted that I stay.. that me staying would make everything okay. and so I stayed. I tried to leave once in the night... and he wrapped himself around me and begged me not to go. And so I stayed. I stayed, and I cried, and I dreampt, and I watched him sleep. I monitored his breathing, checked his pulse, and wiped sweat away from his face. Everything I could ever want is so near, so close... and I cant have it. I was so sad.. and maybe its because I care too much, and I know that secretly he does too... he just wont tell me in so many words...
He kept saying how I should make fun of him, and if it were me he'd do the same. I dont think he knows i'm not like that. And i would never use that against him... it was something that happend and for one night I got to be the prince the suit of armor... I did the saving. I wish he would save my heart though...
He woke the next morning to me. and kissed me all over, maybe a thousand times. We made love with this interesting amount of eye contact, and despite the breath situation, neither of us cared, I think we just wanted to be that much closer to each other. And we were. And he kissed me so passionately.... like he would never kiss me again, although i knew he would, and he did again and again....I said I needed to go, and he offered to go to lunch with me and so I went. We went to Sonny's. He touched me in the car, kissed my face, kissed my mouth, kissed my hand... he sat next to me and ordered what I did. Laughed and ate okra, and drank gallons of sweet tea.
I came back and stayed longer than I shouldve. But the way he kept looking at me wouldnt allow me to leave; I didnt want to forget it... we talked about camp, we talked about music, and he played the guitar for me. He sang, I sang... songs about jane. The first song we ever kissed to... and I asked him if he remembered, he said he did. I told him i didnt believe him.
Boc choy for dinner. Patrick brought the rice. I ate... and kept it down. He ate, and ate, and ate... and he watched me, and traced my face, and kissed me over and over and over... to feel his touch on me.. I cant even describe. And he got tired, and so did I. We went to bed and locked Onyx out. he held me, and positioned me the way I like him to do... like I'm his doll and he can move me any way he wishes. And he nestled into my neck, and burrowed deeper in my soul.
He got up early this morning, leaving his laundry in the dryer. He sat on my bed while I lay half asleep wrapped in my newly washed sheets that now smell of someone I long to remember. He put his arms around me, and hugged me, and kissed me so gently.. in such a way I never wanted to have him let go. But he did, and for once I told him I would miss him. I got another hug. He said he would call me friday, I asked him how. so i told him i would call him as soon as i got into town and let him know how to reach me. sunday is epcot. . . bliss, romance, and those unbelievably gorgeous eyes I can lose myself in.
4 nights now. 3 at my place one at his by default. he told me in his drunkeness that he bought a new showerhead for me; he said that i 'dont stay the night because my shower head is broken.' and now i can. that was not the reason for me not staying the night. he never asks me to.
finally on a funny note, i had told him tuesday night that if he didnt bring anyone home to call me up.. he said he doesnt do that... wednesday morning he's like 'i guess i did wind up bringing someone home.' and i had to laugh and say "no patrick... no no, I brought you home."