Forever Chicago
I Was Crying Rivers... Oceans Actually
*Abby’s POV*
“Patrick” I said his name as he said mine. I was bawling. It wasn’t a little sniffle and a few tears. No, I was crying rivers...actually oceans. I got up and hugged him. He held me as I stood in his arms. This may be the last time I hug him Abby so make it last, I thought. That thought made me cry even harder, if that was even possible. “Abby, we need to talk. I am so sorry for what I have done and...” I looked up and cut him off. “Patrick, I forgive you for that, but I need to tell you something.” I pulled him over to the couch and we both sat down. I was avoiding eye contact and playing with his fingers.
“Well Patrick, I am just gonna come right out and say it...I slept with Alex.” I felt nauseas. The way he looked at me was terrible. Tears started forming in his eyes. “I understand Patrick, that if you never want to tal-” “I slept with Jamie” I heard Patrick blurt out. At that moment, I felt a little bit of good, and a boatload of bad. We sat on the couch both crying. Me more than him of course, but it wasn’t fun. “Patrick, I wanna still be together but...” My trailed sentence trailed off as I looked up at him. The look in his eyes told me everything was going to be okay. “I want to be together too baby” I smiled. “Patrick, if we both know we’re wrong and we will never do it again then why are we still talking?” Patrick smiled his cute little smile. “Never again?” he asked. I kissed him, long and hard. “Answer your question?” I said smiling.
He grabbed me and put me on his lap. With his thumb he wiped the remaining tears off of my cheeks. I laid my head on his shoulder and started playing with the collar of his shirt. “I love you Patrick, more than anything” I looked up at him as he stopped playing with my hair. “Me too baby” I kissed him on the cheek and put my head back down. I started feeling drowsy and soon fell asleep.
Ow, I thought as I stretched. “Owww” Patrick yelled. I accidentally hit Patrick in the face when stretching. “Sorry, my muscles are sore from sleeping in this position. How long have we been like this?” I said. Patrick looked over at the clock. “It’s 9:45” “Well Patrick, I am wide awake and don’t feel like going back to sleep” He smiled as I got off of him and sat next to him. “Ya know Abby, we don’t have to go back to sleep. I have an idea of something better and more productive to do” He winked as he tugged on my shirt. “You’re right Patrick, I mean that shirt looks really uncomfortable, you should take it off” He did as he was told as I put my hands on his now bare chest. “You’re dirty too!” I said giggling. I climbed on top of him and kissed his forehead. “Oh thanks babe, maybe you should help me clean up” “Ehh, maybe I will, maybe I won’t” I got up off of him and started to walk in the other room. “Why do you tease me like this Abby?!” I heard him yell. I grabbed a towel from the load of clean laundry sitting on our floor. I stood up and turned around and Patrick was in the doorway in nothing but his boxers. “You move quickly” I said laughing as he posed. “Yah well you thought that was quick” The next moment he pressed his lips against mine. His hands found my bra underneath my shirt. He unhooked it and said “Let’s go” I followed him into the bathroom as we were about to get it on.
