Forever Chicago

*Patrick’s POV*

Even though I was drunk, I still knew I was an ass. I saw the look on Abby’s face when I said those terrible words, and I knew I was wrong, but I was pissed though. Who was she to tell me to stay home? I had friends, and sometimes I just need to get out and have fun! I held my head. I had a major headache. I called Sharpie to pick me up and bring me back to the party.

“Sharpie! Am I so glad to see you!” I said stepping into his truck. “Pat, should I be doing this? Abby was pretty pissed about this whole thing the last time I saw her.” I looked at Pat. “Fuck girls, now let’s go have fun!” Sharpie sighed, and shook his head in disappointment. I ignored that as I took another sip of my beer.

“I’m back!” I yelled to the rest of the guys that were still there. Corey, Wennberg, and a few other guys left. “It looks like the good ones stayed!” “Patrick!” Shaw yelled from across the room. “Look at all these beautiful women that just walked in!” I looked around. It was that time of day when all the skanky girls came around looking for men to bring home. Usually I was disgusted with these types of woman, but I was so drunk I couldn’t tell the difference from them and Abby. I couldn’t keep focus real well either, but I did notice something. I saw a girl I recognized grinding with some dude. Who the hell is that? I thought, trying my best to concentrate. It took me a minute, but I finally figured it out. “Jamie!” I yelled to myself, not meaning for anyone to hear. I must have yelled loud, because she stopped what she was doing and came over. “Hey Patrick” she said in a rather sexy voice. Damn, she looked fine tonight, I thought as I put my beer down. Ugh, my head. It fucking kills! “Well hey Jamie, long time no see.” She looked at me with a confused expression on her face. “Patrick, I hope you can forgive me for what I did in the past. I was just playin’ a little joke, that’s all.” I had no clue what she was talking about, so I ignored it and said “Come on, let’s go dance!” I pulled her onto the dance floor, and immediately started grinding. The guys kept staring at us, but I ignored them, and took a sip of my beer. I don’t know how long we grinded, but who really cared?

“So Patrick, where’s your fiancé?” she said as she grabbed the beer out of my hands and took a swig. “Fiancée? What fiancée?” I said laughing as I pulled her in close. Her face about 3 inches from mine. She smelled like sweat and ten different kinds of alcohol. “Patrick, let’s go. Let’s go back to my place, and have some real fun. Fun that Abby couldn’t even imagine.” Abby, I thought as Jamie said her name. I tried thinking very hard, but couldn’t even remember what Abby looked like. In fact, I couldn’t even remember why we were fighting in the first place. It must not have been bad, I thought, mentally laughing. “Fuck this. Let’s go” I said as I grabbed Jamie’s arm. “We’re outta here Abby!” I yelled. “You mean Jamie right?” she said back with a confused look on her face. I laughed “Same thing” I turned around behind me, and saw Sharpie looking at me. His face read disappointment, as I left with Jamie.

*Abby’s POV*

Damnit, why did you have to come now?! I thought to myself as I wiped my eyes and tried to smile at Alex. He stood there with a bottle of wine in his hand. I closed my eyes. Please be a dream, please be a dream! I opened my eyes and he was still there. “You’re probably wondering why I am blubbering like a fool.” I said in between sniffles. He sat down next to me, not saying a word.

At that moment, I let it all out. I couldn’t stop crying, as the tears rushed down my face. He started to rub my back, and pass me tissues, while I couldn’t contain myself. Why? Why was Patrick doing this to me? I thought. I didn’t give a shit who saw me like this. I just cried and cried and cried. My hair was messy, I had my pink pajamas on, and my makeup was on my hands now. I wanted everything back to normal. I loved Patrick, but I wasn’t sure if our relationship was going to last. That thought made me cry even harder as I sulked on the couch for another 15 minutes.

I lifted my face from my hands, and looked over at Alex. “No offense Alex, but why are you here? You haven’t said one word since you got here.” His gorgeous blue eyes looked me up while he held my chin in his large palm. “I saw you and Patrick at the bar a couple nights ago, and I could tell something was wrong, so I decided to come and see if I could help. I hate seeing such a beautiful girl unhappy.” He let go of my chin and my head kind of fell for a second as I used his hand to balance my face. I blushed. This man just told me I was beautiful! I almost felt happy for a second. I haven’t had anyone call me beautiful for the past couple of days. Patrick you asshole, why couldn’t you just be a gentleman for once. “Alex, I appreciate your willingness to help, but unfortunately Patrick and I are the only ones who can fix it.” I said. My own words were hurting me as they came out of my mouth. I was facing reality. “Abby, you have tried your best to fix it, and what? He doesn’t want to change anything?” I nodded my head, realizing Alex was right. I had done my fair share of resolving the problem. Now it was Patrick’s turn. I started to get less sad and more mad. The more I thought about it the more madder I would get. “Alex, have you ever fallen in love before?” I asked him as he opened the bottle of wine he had brought. “Actually, I haven’t. There are girls who I have cared about very much, but I wouldn’t say I have loved them” “You’re lucky” I said, his facial expression quickly turned to surprise as I said that. “And why is that?” he asked. “Love is complicated, and it makes it ten times harder to deal with a situation like this. I care about Patrick. And when he’s drunk he will do anything stupid. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” Tears started forming in my eyes.

I didn’t even know where Patrick was at the moment. I hope he didn’t drive, I prayed. Patrick could be anywhere. I heard a car pull up earlier, but I never checked to see who it was. Hopefully Sharpie or one of the other guys picked him up and is talking some sense into him right now. I wished with all my heart that Patrick was safe. As I thought of Patrick getting hurt, I lost all control again.

Alex moved closer next to me. I leaned in and cried into his chest. He put his wine down and started to rub my back again. I sobbed and sobbed for what seemed to be hours. I forgot whose arms I was in, as I thought about Patrick and I. What happened to my life? We were supposed to be planning our wedding, and having fun, but instead I am sitting here with a gorgeous man who I barely knew.

I looked up at Alex’s face. He didn’t even know I was staring at him as he looked around the room at the paintings and pictures. His blonde hair lay perfectly on his head. His Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt tight against his body. I could feel his heart beat as I leaned on his chest. His abs peeking through his shirt ever so perfectly. I’m glad he came tonight, I thought.

I started to get myself under control again. I sat up and excused myself for a second. I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Holy shit! I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. I looked like a train hit me. My hair was wet from the tears, what was left of my eyeliner was on my cheeks, and my face was all blotchy from crying. I bent down over the sink and started washing my face. What was I doing here with Alex? If Patrick walked in he would flip shit. Patrick was the jealous type. He hated it when I talked to other guys, even his teammates. "Well fuck you Patrick, because I am talking to Alex right now, and you’re not home to help me." I said to myself as I looked in the mirror again. I had looked a little better. My face still blotchy, but no makeup on my hands and face. I brushed my hair down with my hands and went back to the couch. Alex had turned the TV on and was flipping through the channels.

“Damn, there isn’t ever anything on TV at 2:30 in the morning.” He said as he put the remote down. I laughed as he had put an infomercial about some old singer on. 2:30?! I thought, sitting down next to him. “I’m glad you cleaned yourself up, you look ten times better.” He said smiling. “Wine?” I nodded my head yes as he poured me a glass. I took a sip and began to relax already.

“And then I told the guys, I was born to sing!” Alex said. I was laughing for the first time in days. “Thanks for making me laugh Alex, I really needed it.” “Anytime for a beautiful young woman like yourself.” I blushed once again as I took another sip of my wine. I was already on my 3rd and Alex has only told 2 stories. Come on Abby, your just turning into Patrick now, I thought. I forgot about Patrick. He should have been back by now. The bar closed at 3, and it was nearly 3:30. Where the fuck could he be?

*Patrick’s POV*

Jamie held me up as we got back to her place. “Patty, you’ve been here before, remember?” she asked me as I grabbed the kitchen table for balance. I had known for a fact I had never been here before, but I lied and nodded my head yes. The apartment was small and messy. She brought me to her bedroom and sat me down on the bed. “I’ll be right back” she winked at me, and went into her bathroom. I looked around the room. Dresses, heels, and skimpy underwear everywhere. I curled my upper lip in disgust as I continued to look around.
She came out in a black sequined bra, and the skimpiest underwear I have ever seen. Abby would never dress like that, I thought. Abby! What was I doing here?! She came towards me and pushed me on the bed. “I decided not to dress up for you Patty. I just knew you would appreciate me more, if I didn’t.” She said climbing over me. You sure as hell didn’t dress up! I thought. She started to unbuckle my belt, and I couldn’t get Abby out of my head. Patrick! What are you doing?! She took my pants off. I was too drunk to stop her. “Oops! I forgot got to shut the light off” she said getting off of me. She went over to shut the light off, as I lay there, not moving. Well Abby, I am sorry. I thought. The last thing I remembered was her kissing my neck.

*Abby’s POV*

Ugh, my head, I thought as I put my wine down on the coffee table. “You alright?” Alex asked me. “Yah, it’s just my head fucking kills. Maybe I should take some Aspirin.“No, don’t take any medicine with alcohol. That could seriously hurt you Abby.” I laughed and sat back down on the couch. I was already getting drunk. I didn’t to great when I was drunk either. Some people could drink 10 cups of wine, and be totally fine, while I just finished my 3rd and I was totally hammered. Alex only had one glass, and he was the one keeping me sane. I completely forgot about Patrick until Alex got awfully close to me all of a sudden.

I giggled as he breathed hot air onto my neck. “Did I ever tell you how pretty your eyes are?” he asked me as he lightly kissed my cheek. “Umm...Uhh...No, no you haven’t” I finally managed to say, swallowing hard as he stared into them. What was I doing? I just let Alex kiss me! I didn’t know how to react, as he took my cheek in his hand. I had a million butterflies in my stomach, just like when I first met Patrick. He leaned in closing the 1 inch gap in between us. Fireworks went off and sparks flew as his soft succulent lips touched mine. I didn’t know which was worse, him kissing me, or me kissing back. Abby! You are engaged! my conscience told me as our kiss deepened. I ignored it, and continued to make out with him. “Alex, you know I am engaged right?” I said, finally pulling away. He stood up and pulled me up with him. I was right up against his body, and it felt awfully strange. I haven’t been close to any other boy other than Patrick in two years. Alex had the body of a model, but I felt uncomfortable. Patrick’s arms felt like home, not Alex’s. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this” he said letting go of me. “I honestly don’t know what came over me.” Alex started heading for the door. “Alex, wait!” I yelled as he turned back around. “It’s not your fault. I kissed you back, and for some reason I kinda liked it.” Alex walked back over to me, picked me up, and sat me on the kitchen table. “You’re beautiful” he said kissing my neck while holding my waist. I giggled. “Patrick, stop!” He looked back. “It’s Alex baby.” he said as he went back to kissing my neck. I forgot this wasn’t my fiancé I was kissing. Alex picked me up honey moon style and brought me to Patrick and I’s bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed, and continued to kiss my neck. I looked around and saw Patrick’s clothes all strewn on the floor. I thought of him and laughed, well, fuck you Patrick!

As Alex lay on top of me, I searched for his pants and tried taking them off. After one minute of struggling, he finished the job, and threw them on the ground. As he did that I took of my shirt and his at the same time. “You sure you wanna do this Ab?” he asked in between the big breathes he was taking. “I’m sure I do” I said, rubbing his chest, and kissing his neck now. He flopped over, so he was underneath and I was on top. On all fours I yelled “Good night Chicago!” while Alex unhooked my bra.

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