Unlikely

Over the next week or so, my photography team and I worked on getting the team's photos edited and sent in to the company that makes the magazine and posters. Almost every night, Patrick and I hung out. Whether it was going on a walk in a park or going out to dinner or just hanging out at one of our apartments. We were getting to know each other a lot more.

Today was finally Friday, and we finally got all the pictures and content sent in. Around 4, I left the studio and made my way back home. When I was on the elevator, my phone buzzed from my back pocket. I fished it out and saw that it was from Patrick.
Going to a club tonight with the boys that are in town. I'll come by around 9. Dress nice:)
I smiled down at my fun and replied back that I'd be ready. The elevator came to a stop and I got off, relieved I was finally home. As soon as I got in, I went directly to my room and crashed into my bed. Today had been the longest and busiest all week, and I needed to sleep if I was going to go out tonight. I set my alarm for 7, checked a few messages and then promptly fell asleep.

I woke up with a jolt to my alarm going off. I probably could've stayed asleep for a while longer, but I'd be okay for the night. I got up out of bed and got in the shower. I took my time though, I had plenty of time to spare. When I finally did get out though, I dried off and put the strongest volumizing mouse in my hair. I slipped on a pair of yoga shorts and a flannel button down shirt then dried my hair, which ended being huge from the mouse, just how I like it though. I flat ironed it a little though just to decrease the poofiness some. I checked the time on my phone just to be safe, I had about 45 minutes before Patrick would be over. Before I put my dress on, I did my makeup. I used a shimmery, metallic silver eyeshadow with black liner and bright red lipstick. For my dress, I wore a short, tight, black, one shoulder dress with silver detailing on the strap. I matched it with a pair of matte black, 4 inch heels. And just for shits, I wore my best strapless pushup bra. That and the dress made my boobs look really good. I checked my phone again, 8:55. I stuffed a clutch with my phone, credit card some cash and my phone. I grabbed a pair of earrings from my vanity and started putting them in when the doorbell rang, so I quickly put the last one in, grabbed the clutch and met Patrick at the door.
"Hey Nat," he said, flashing me his killer smile.Even with my shoes, I was still about an inch shorter than him.
"You ready?" I asked. He nodded and I closed my door behind me and we made our way down to the front where a cab was waiting. Patrick opened the door for me and we both slid in, him closer to me than he'd normally be. I shrugged it off though. A few minutes later, the cab pulled up to the curb and the two of us piled out. Patrick took my hand and led us through to crowd of people out front and to a big bouncer. He immediately recognized Pat and he opened the VIP door for us. Patrick still had a hold of my hand as we walked down the dimly lit hallway, which was lined with black and white photos of iconic celebrities. There was a turn in the hall, and it opened up to what I guess what was the VIP area. Patrick scanned the room looking for the rest of the guys. He found them in a more secluded corner booth. A few had brought some significant others too, or they were girls they'd picked up from the dance floor already. Pat introduced me to the guys, Andrew Shaw, Corey Crawford, and Ben Smith.
"Where's everyone else?" Pat asked
"Bailed on us." Crawford answered. Patrick nodded and then we scooted into the booth with everyone else. For a little while, all of us just sat there, had a few drinks, and talked. A little later though, Patrick leaned down to my ear,
"Wanna go dance?" he asked. I smiled and agreed, and the two of us made our way out of the VIP area and to the dance floor. It was a little awkward between the two of us at first, but a new song started, and Patrick took his chance. He took my hands and wrapped them around his neck, then placed his on my hips. We found a rhythm and were able to move together perfectly. He pulled me close to him and for the entire time we danced, it was just him and I. The world around us dissapeared, and all my focus was on him. What brought me back to reality though was when he pressed his forehead to mine.
"You wanna get outta here?" he asked. I had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like none at all.
"Sure." I said with a smile. He took my hand and we weaved our way through the dense crowd and back to the table, where we said goodbye to the other guys and went back through the hallway, and out into the cool Chicago street. We were able to get a cab pretty quick, and when we slid in, Patrick took my hand. Our eyes met, and he flashed me his signature smirk, making me melt inside. I smiled down at myself as our fingers intertwined. Something was happened between the two of us, I could feel it. I wasn't sure if it was right or what I should be focusing on at the time, but I couldn't help it. I liked Patrick. A huge smile spread across my face as I thought about this, and I tried to conceal it, but Patrick caught me.
"What're you smiling about?" he asked with a laugh. I just shook my head and have his hand a squeeze, turning my head to look out of the window.
"Common, tell me." he said, nudging my leg with our interlocked hands. The cab came to a stop in front of our building. Patrick paid, and we walked, still hand in hand, slowly up to our floor. When we got to my door, he turned to me.
"You know, you haven't taught me how to waltz right yet." he said.
"You haven't asked." I said back
"Well Natalie, will you?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"Of course Patrick. Let me go change and I'll come over." I said. He smiled and nodded, and then we turned and went to our separate apartments. When I got inside, I closed the door behind me and leaned up against it. I had an enormous smile on my face and I felt like I was in middle school and a boy had just asked me to my first dance. I kept smiling and shook my head as I walked towards my room. When I got there, I immediately ripped off shoes and sat down on my bed, rubbing my feet. I stood back up again and shimmied out of my dress and bra, which felt really good also. I changed into a sports bra and an old t-shirt from my college with a pair of dark grey sweatpants. I also pulled up my hair up into a messy bun and replaced my contacts with glasses. I opted not to wear shoes and made my way over to Patrick's. He opened the door for me and led me inside to his living room, where he had cleared all the furniture from the middle of the room, giving us plenty of space. He had also changed into just a t shirt and gym shorts.
"So for right now, we won't use music since we'll be going slow, okay?" I said. He nodded.
"Okay, now, put your right hand in the middle of my back, and hold my other one." I said, placing my left right behind his shoulder.
"Now look at our feet. My right foot needs to be in between both of yours, they never should be directly across from each other, okay?" I said. He nodded again.
"Okay, here we go. The only way I can really teach it is how she taught me: Calling out what you're supposed to do. I do everything you do for the most part, but backwards. So everything I say, is what you do, got it?" I said
"Got it. Lets get this show on the road," he said with a smile. I smiled back and shook my head.
"Okay, forward on the left foot, and step. Now back on the right, and step. Now front again, and back again." As I said this, we went through the motions.
"Now this part is a little bit harder, but you'll get it. You're gonna cross your left foot over your right, and vice versa, 4 times. I cross my feet behind each other, but cross yours in the front, okay?" I said
"Okay." he said.
"So, cross to the left, now to the right, and to left, and to the right." I called out. Patrick was getting the hang of it, which was good for me so I wouldn't have to explain it again. It was much easier to just say the motions than to specify which foot and what not.
"One more part, and this is probably easiest for you because all you have to do is stand there. You're technically supposed to march in place, but no one ever did. I'm going to step into your side, then back out, then into your side, and back out, and then I'll spin and we start the whole process over again."
"So that's all there is to it?" he asked
"Yeah, pretty easy." I said. We went through the last part, and then Pat wanted to go through all of it as a whole so we did.
"I'm just gonna say what to do, not specific feet and stuff, think you can handle that?" I asked with a wink. Patrick just chuckled to himself.
"Front...back...and front...and back...now cross...and cross...and cross...and cross...girls go in on the right...and out on the left...in on the right...now turn 2-3-4..."
The two of us went through that a few times. That's how the instructor would call out the motions and we did the waltz at least twice every cotillion, and every other week four months of out the year for four years, it gets beat into your head. I'll probably be able to recite that until the day I die.
"So, is there anything fun or exciting we can add to this dance?" he asked me.
"Well what do you think we should add, Mr. Kane?" I asked
"I don't know, maybe a dip?" he said, moving his hand to the small of my back and leaning us back. I was completely unprepared for this, so of course I lost balance and my feet came out from under me and I fell. I wasn't going down alone though, so I held onto Patrick's hand and pulled him down with me. We ended up with our legs tangled and both of us burst out laughing. Half of his body was on top of my, the other half on the floor. When he moved to get up, he was leaning right above me. Our eyes met and the smiles faded. He slowly closed the distance between us, his lips landing on mine. It surprised me at first and I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I gave in to him. Time seemed to stop once again, and all I could focus on was us. I wrapped my arm around his neck and intertwined my fingers with his curls. When we finally did pull away from each other, our breathing was heavy.
"Wow." he said, resting his forehead on mine.
"Wow." I said back.

Notes

OHohohOHOHOhoh cliff hanger. I'M REALLY SORRY ITS TAKEN ME LIKE 27 YEARS TO UPDATE THE LAST HALF OF THE SUMMER WAS REALLY BUSY AND SCHOOL STARTED AND YEAH I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY BUT THIS CHAPTER IS HERE NOW SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. ALL OF YOU ARE GREAT AND WONDERFUL. ALSO MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW. this has been a psa

She Way Out---The 1975