Can't Be Changed
Family Matters
“Wait,” Angel paused her voice loud over the phone, “Why the hell are you in New York again?” She asked making Alisa roll her eyes.
“Because I needed to touch base with the office here, and talk to some people in person.” Alisa lied sitting on the edge of her bed, looking out into the expanse of the millions of city lights in the New York night.
“Bullshit.” Angel yawned, “What happened? Does this have anything to do with why Patrick’s so bitchy? You guys fight or something?”
“We just needed some time apart,” Alisa sighed pulling her laptop out of her bag.
“Ok so all that time you were in Italy wasn’t enough time?” Angel asked, “You’re just a coward and don’t want to deal with the situation.”
“Ok if you must know, yes. Yes, Patrick and I had a bit of a tiff. Yes, I didn’t fly right back to Chicago after Italy because I ddint want to deal with him. But we talked and he is flying out tomorrow and is meeting me here in New York, we are having dinner with his family and then flying back to Chicago.” Alisa explained. “Happy?”
“Yes, thanks for the 411.” Angel snickered.
“Anyway, how’s Jon? What is going on with you two? Did he ask you to move in yet?”
“Jon is acting strange. We havent been hanging out a whole lot, and no he has not asked me to move in yet.” Angel sadly sighed, “We’re going through an awkward patch, I don’t really know what’s going on with us.”
“Im sure its nothing and he’s just distracted.” Alisa told her friend, “Listen Ang, I’ll text you tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I have to get up early to get Patrick from the airport.”
“Yeah, call me soon. Love you brat.” Angel said before hanging up making Alisa yawn.
*
She recognized his blond head the minuet he stepped from the gate, his Blackhawks cap low over his eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and jeans he scanned the terminal for her. When their eyes met, both their hearts sped up. It was a breath of fresh air for Patrick seeing Alisa after all that time apart. She looked beautiful to him in a pair of jeans and a simple blouse with her large bag slung over her shoulder. He slowly started making his way to her, his duffel bag on his shoulder. Soon he was practically speed walking just wanting to touch her again. He paused a few inches away from her his bag dropping to the floor with a thud.
“Hey,” He whispered quietly.
“Hey,” She returned just as quietly before standing as high as she could on her heels wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his own around her torso for a tight embrace.
“I missed you so damn much,” he whispered into her hair.
“I missed you too Patty.” Alisa nodded breathing in the scent of his cologne that she loved. Pulling away her brown eyes met his blue, for an intense gaze.
“Im sorry.” He stated breaking the stillness.
“I know.” She said giving him a smile before pulling his lips in to hers for a searing kiss in the middle of the airport.
*
“So…” Patrick sighed as they sat in Alisa’s apartment on her bed as she applied her makeup for dinner with his parents and he flipped through the channels on her plasma tv. “Are we gonna talk about it?”
“About what?” Alisa paused as she applied a light blush to her cheeks.
“Um…what happened…when you were in Italy.” He dragged out turning off the tv and facing her.
“What about it?” She asked pulling out her mascara.
“Well I just want to explain myself.” Patrick said catching Alisa’s attention making her stop her actions and look up at him. “I think that I….need you too much. I rely on you a lot. I hate it when you leave, and I’m scared of losing you. I think I’m in like with you.” He explained with a sigh of relief, finally getting his emotions off his chest.
Alisa smiled and scooted closer to Patrick. “Its ok to need people, I need you in many ways too. And I think im in like with you too,” She added with a giggle. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss, her hand on his chest. Patrick’s hormones suddenly kicked into overdrive as their lips continued moving and Alisa swung her leg over Patrick’s hips sitting on top of his lap, his hands roaming her back. As his hand trailed up her hip, to the hem of her shirt Alisa pulled away breathing heavily.
“We should um, get ready to leave.” Alisa said wiping her lips as she climbed off of Patrick and headed to her closet to find a proper outfit. Dazed and confused Patrick lay on the bed for a few more seconds trying to calm his heartbeat andother body parts.
*
“Alisa!” Erika screamed upon seeing her brother and his girlfriend at the door later that evening.
“Hi blondie.” Alisa laughed hugging her friend. “Where is everyone?”
“In the living room,” Erika explained , “Oh, hi Patrick.” She greeted her brother.
“Nice of you to notice me.” Patrick said kissing Erika’s cheek as his other sisters ran out from the living room enthusiastically greeting Alisa.
“How was Italy?” Jessica asked.
“Tell us everything.” Jaqueline giggled taking Alisa by the hand and leading her to the living room where their parents were.
“So big bro.” Erika smiled nudging her brother, “Did you put a ring on it yet?” She laughed as Patrick’s eyes grew wide.
“Im still trying to get to second base, so you can calm the hell down. No ones putting no ring on anything.” Patrick sighed walking into the living room to see Alisa having a very animated conversation with his parents and sisters.
“Patrick! Honey!” Donna stood and scurried over to her son wrapping him in her arms, kissing all over his face. “Oh im so glad you shaved!”
“Tell me about it!” Alisa exclaimed from the couch as she showed Jessica and Jaqueling pictures of Italy from her iPhone.
“Oh leave the man alone!” Patrick Sr. laughed. “Is dinner ready yet?” He asked his wife.
“Yes, yes! Its ready! Lets go eat. Come on girls.” She said leading the way to the dining room.
*
Later that evening, after dinner, Patrick and Alisa were cuddled up in the hammock in the yard, staring up at the stars. Her head was on his chest, listening to the melodic thump of his heart, and his chin was on her head breathing in the refreshing scent of flowers.
“I wanna meet your parents.” He suddenly stated making Alisa’s eyes grow wide. After a few minuets of silence Patrick repeated himself. “Babe? I wanna meet your parents. Did you fall asleep?”
“No, im just…thinking.”
“About what?” Patrick asked, “You’ve met my parents, they love you. Why can’t I meet your parents?”
“They don’t usually meet…my boyfriends.” Alisa quietly replied.
“Well have you talked to them about me?” Patrick wondered playing with the soft tresses of her brown hair.
“Um….” Alisa bit her lip hoping Patrick would drop the conversation.
“Lis? Do they even know about me?” Patrick asked quickly becoming frustrated. Again Alisa was silent. “Shit, Lis you haven’t even told them about me!” Patrick said roughly standing up from the hammock and marching back into the house and then out to Alisa’s car.
“Patrick!” Alisa called after him running through the quiet house as everyone slept.
“What?” Patrick asked spinning around to face her, his eyes filled with frustration, a look she had never seen before. “Are you that ashamed to be with me? You cant even tell your own parents?”
“No.” Alisa sighed, “its not that.”
“Then what!” Patrick snapped as they stood outside in the driveway.
“I just- my parents are weird when it comes to guys I date. They are really judgmental and I try not to bring guys around. Ever. We can meet them if you want. I just didn’t want to put you through that.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Patrick said swinging open the car door, getting in and starting the engine. Alisa rolled her eyes and got in the passenger seat taking her keys out of the ignition.
“Im not ashamed im with you. At all. I like you, I like being with you. My parents are stuck up snobs who think that no guy will ever be good enough. None of my boyfriends have ever had dinner with them. Tomorrow, I’ll call them and schedule a time for us to all have dinner, happy?”
“Very.” Patrick said with a grin as he plucked the keys out of her hands giving her lips a quick kiss before starting the car and driving back to the apartment.
“Because I needed to touch base with the office here, and talk to some people in person.” Alisa lied sitting on the edge of her bed, looking out into the expanse of the millions of city lights in the New York night.
“Bullshit.” Angel yawned, “What happened? Does this have anything to do with why Patrick’s so bitchy? You guys fight or something?”
“We just needed some time apart,” Alisa sighed pulling her laptop out of her bag.
“Ok so all that time you were in Italy wasn’t enough time?” Angel asked, “You’re just a coward and don’t want to deal with the situation.”
“Ok if you must know, yes. Yes, Patrick and I had a bit of a tiff. Yes, I didn’t fly right back to Chicago after Italy because I ddint want to deal with him. But we talked and he is flying out tomorrow and is meeting me here in New York, we are having dinner with his family and then flying back to Chicago.” Alisa explained. “Happy?”
“Yes, thanks for the 411.” Angel snickered.
“Anyway, how’s Jon? What is going on with you two? Did he ask you to move in yet?”
“Jon is acting strange. We havent been hanging out a whole lot, and no he has not asked me to move in yet.” Angel sadly sighed, “We’re going through an awkward patch, I don’t really know what’s going on with us.”
“Im sure its nothing and he’s just distracted.” Alisa told her friend, “Listen Ang, I’ll text you tomorrow. I’m exhausted and I have to get up early to get Patrick from the airport.”
“Yeah, call me soon. Love you brat.” Angel said before hanging up making Alisa yawn.
*
She recognized his blond head the minuet he stepped from the gate, his Blackhawks cap low over his eyes, wearing a dark hoodie and jeans he scanned the terminal for her. When their eyes met, both their hearts sped up. It was a breath of fresh air for Patrick seeing Alisa after all that time apart. She looked beautiful to him in a pair of jeans and a simple blouse with her large bag slung over her shoulder. He slowly started making his way to her, his duffel bag on his shoulder. Soon he was practically speed walking just wanting to touch her again. He paused a few inches away from her his bag dropping to the floor with a thud.
“Hey,” He whispered quietly.
“Hey,” She returned just as quietly before standing as high as she could on her heels wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his own around her torso for a tight embrace.
“I missed you so damn much,” he whispered into her hair.
“I missed you too Patty.” Alisa nodded breathing in the scent of his cologne that she loved. Pulling away her brown eyes met his blue, for an intense gaze.
“Im sorry.” He stated breaking the stillness.
“I know.” She said giving him a smile before pulling his lips in to hers for a searing kiss in the middle of the airport.
*
“So…” Patrick sighed as they sat in Alisa’s apartment on her bed as she applied her makeup for dinner with his parents and he flipped through the channels on her plasma tv. “Are we gonna talk about it?”
“About what?” Alisa paused as she applied a light blush to her cheeks.
“Um…what happened…when you were in Italy.” He dragged out turning off the tv and facing her.
“What about it?” She asked pulling out her mascara.
“Well I just want to explain myself.” Patrick said catching Alisa’s attention making her stop her actions and look up at him. “I think that I….need you too much. I rely on you a lot. I hate it when you leave, and I’m scared of losing you. I think I’m in like with you.” He explained with a sigh of relief, finally getting his emotions off his chest.
Alisa smiled and scooted closer to Patrick. “Its ok to need people, I need you in many ways too. And I think im in like with you too,” She added with a giggle. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss, her hand on his chest. Patrick’s hormones suddenly kicked into overdrive as their lips continued moving and Alisa swung her leg over Patrick’s hips sitting on top of his lap, his hands roaming her back. As his hand trailed up her hip, to the hem of her shirt Alisa pulled away breathing heavily.
“We should um, get ready to leave.” Alisa said wiping her lips as she climbed off of Patrick and headed to her closet to find a proper outfit. Dazed and confused Patrick lay on the bed for a few more seconds trying to calm his heartbeat andother body parts.
*
“Alisa!” Erika screamed upon seeing her brother and his girlfriend at the door later that evening.
“Hi blondie.” Alisa laughed hugging her friend. “Where is everyone?”
“In the living room,” Erika explained , “Oh, hi Patrick.” She greeted her brother.
“Nice of you to notice me.” Patrick said kissing Erika’s cheek as his other sisters ran out from the living room enthusiastically greeting Alisa.
“How was Italy?” Jessica asked.
“Tell us everything.” Jaqueline giggled taking Alisa by the hand and leading her to the living room where their parents were.
“So big bro.” Erika smiled nudging her brother, “Did you put a ring on it yet?” She laughed as Patrick’s eyes grew wide.
“Im still trying to get to second base, so you can calm the hell down. No ones putting no ring on anything.” Patrick sighed walking into the living room to see Alisa having a very animated conversation with his parents and sisters.
“Patrick! Honey!” Donna stood and scurried over to her son wrapping him in her arms, kissing all over his face. “Oh im so glad you shaved!”
“Tell me about it!” Alisa exclaimed from the couch as she showed Jessica and Jaqueling pictures of Italy from her iPhone.
“Oh leave the man alone!” Patrick Sr. laughed. “Is dinner ready yet?” He asked his wife.
“Yes, yes! Its ready! Lets go eat. Come on girls.” She said leading the way to the dining room.
*
Later that evening, after dinner, Patrick and Alisa were cuddled up in the hammock in the yard, staring up at the stars. Her head was on his chest, listening to the melodic thump of his heart, and his chin was on her head breathing in the refreshing scent of flowers.
“I wanna meet your parents.” He suddenly stated making Alisa’s eyes grow wide. After a few minuets of silence Patrick repeated himself. “Babe? I wanna meet your parents. Did you fall asleep?”
“No, im just…thinking.”
“About what?” Patrick asked, “You’ve met my parents, they love you. Why can’t I meet your parents?”
“They don’t usually meet…my boyfriends.” Alisa quietly replied.
“Well have you talked to them about me?” Patrick wondered playing with the soft tresses of her brown hair.
“Um….” Alisa bit her lip hoping Patrick would drop the conversation.
“Lis? Do they even know about me?” Patrick asked quickly becoming frustrated. Again Alisa was silent. “Shit, Lis you haven’t even told them about me!” Patrick said roughly standing up from the hammock and marching back into the house and then out to Alisa’s car.
“Patrick!” Alisa called after him running through the quiet house as everyone slept.
“What?” Patrick asked spinning around to face her, his eyes filled with frustration, a look she had never seen before. “Are you that ashamed to be with me? You cant even tell your own parents?”
“No.” Alisa sighed, “its not that.”
“Then what!” Patrick snapped as they stood outside in the driveway.
“I just- my parents are weird when it comes to guys I date. They are really judgmental and I try not to bring guys around. Ever. We can meet them if you want. I just didn’t want to put you through that.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Patrick said swinging open the car door, getting in and starting the engine. Alisa rolled her eyes and got in the passenger seat taking her keys out of the ignition.
“Im not ashamed im with you. At all. I like you, I like being with you. My parents are stuck up snobs who think that no guy will ever be good enough. None of my boyfriends have ever had dinner with them. Tomorrow, I’ll call them and schedule a time for us to all have dinner, happy?”
“Very.” Patrick said with a grin as he plucked the keys out of her hands giving her lips a quick kiss before starting the car and driving back to the apartment.
Awww wonder what's gonna happen. Are they gonna try and stay away from what seems to be coming? Can't wait for more.
1/23/14