homerun
part #130

 

first and second period dragged slowly.  i got a headache during english, so i stopped paying attention.  i could get the notes from someone later.  enhancement fcame and i was in coach mac's room, who was the offensive coordinator.  i had a pretty strong hunch that pat was in there, so i walked in and leaned against my desk.  right before the late bell rang, he slid in with ray and rockne.
"hey babe." he smiled and grabbed my hips and pulled them close to his.
"i didn't know you were in here." he said
"you signed her up." rockne said, and slapped him in the back of the head.  everyone laughed.
"smooth." i said to him, and he pecked my lips.
"how are you feeling?" he asked. he pulled up a chair to my desk.
"yea dev, how's your head?" ray asked.
"i'm okay.  sorry for ruining your guys' weekend." i said, and looked down.  "i started to get a headache during english, so i just zoned out."
"dev you should've stayed home." pat said.
"no i didn't want to." i argued.
"i would've played sick with you." he smiled.
"but you have football." i grinned.
"i don't care." i rolled my eyes.
"pat you have colleges beathing down your neck to make a decision.  you need to play."
"but you're in pain." he said, and frowned. "sit with me." he said, and patted his laps. i jumped up and into his laps, and laid my head on his chest. he squeezed me and whispered "i love you." into my ear.
"i know." i said.  the rest of the day flew by and before i knew it i was at soccer.  i could run and sprint, they just wanted me wearing a concussion guard just in case, but i was forbidden to head the ball.  it was more of a tactical day getting ready for pack valley, but we scrimmaged and i had to put the hideous thing around my head.  after marwood wrapped up practice, i walked down the hill to see pat under the hood of his car, bent over.  i walked over, and slapped his butt, and he jumped.
"hey babe." he laughed.
"hey you." i giggled. "everything okay?"
"yep, just checking the oil." he said, and leaned down to kiss me.
"nice headgear." he smiled.
"shut up." i said, and ripped it off.  i threw my stuff in the trunk and walked around to the passengers' seat.
"wanna come over for dinner?" he asked.  i looked at him.  "we can study too." he offered, and smiled his half smile i couldn't resist.
"okay." i smiled, and asked. "can i shower there though?"
"yea.  i'm gonna take one too." he said, and we pulled out of the parking lot.  we got to his house, and we walked up his driveway.  we got in the house, and danny was of course, getting food.
"sup dev?" he asked.  recently he'd been talking to someone in his grade named nova.  we were friends through soccer and they made such a cute couple.
"hey dan." i said, and he handed me a waterbottle.
"pat can i take some tylenol?" i asked while he got an apple for me.
"sure." he said, and i went into the cabinet where his medicine was and took two tylenol pills.
"where are your parents?" i asked, and he looked at danny.
"not home yet." he said.
"what about erin?"
"soccer practice." danny said.
"look at you, mr. mom." i joked. 
"ha-ha." he said, and went into the living room.
"wanna shower?" pat asked as he took a bite from his apple.
"okay!" i said, and he lead me upstairs. we walked into his enormous room, and i jumped onto his bed.  he laughed, and turned on his laptop.
"do you want to go first?" he asked.
"no you can." i said, and stared at the ceiling.  all of a sudden, a shirt landed on my face, and i heard pat laughing. i sat up and he was just standing there shirtless, and on his skin was a scar right below his stomach.
"hey!" i said, and smiled, and lifted my shirt.  "we match." revealing my same scar.  it looked better on his six pack though.
"i know." he smiled, and took the length of the room in two strides and met me at his bed.  i put my hands around his neck, and he lifted me back on the bed. we laid down, and i messed up his shaggy blond hair.
"i love you." he smiled, and i kissed him.
"shower time." he poked my nose, and jumped up.
"just come in with me." he laughed.
"i'll just wait." i smiled.
"please.." he begged, pulling at my hips.
"pat." i smiled, "hurry up so i can take mine."
"finee." he said, and walked slowly into the bathroom. he stormed back out.
"what am i doing, you can go first." he smiled, and handed me towels.
"you know where the stuff is." he said, and looked at me.
"or do you?" he smiled.
"no i do." i smiled, and ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower.