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Coffee and Dates~Patrick Stump

Autumn
I got myself up off of the ground, brushing off the dirt. That bitch, I thought, my brain making it sound like if said it through clenched teeth.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't see you. Apparently, I don't have a hoe detector . . ." She gave a fake smile, her voice high and annoying. "Oh would you shut up? You might not have a hoe detector, but I have a bitch detector and  it's going off really bad right now. Excuse me, I have to visit Mr. Stump now. Bye hoe."

She screamed, an angry sound. "Oh, I will get you, I will get you."

"Yeah, ok, I'd like to see you try. Remember, do what your parents say kid. Don't do drugs and all that crap." She started to charge for me just as the elevator doors closed.

I laughed and made sure to keep a good grip on Patrick's drink. That hoe tripped me and made me spill my drink all over myself. I gritted my teeth at the thought of it.

When I got there, I knocked on his door. He opened it a second later with a huge grin on his face. "Autumn!" He exclaimed happily. He then noticed the stain on my shirt from the drink. "Oh my gosh, what happened?" I explained everything to him and he got really angry.

"Autumn, you're not a hoe, she's just a bitch. Obviously," he muttered. I laughed, "Thanks Pat . . . do you, by any chance, have a shirt I can borrow?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course, come with me," he says, taking my hand and leading me down the hall. "Here," he says, handing me an Offspring shirt (the band, dipshits 😋😋). "Thanks," I mumble and when I think he'd gone, I pull my shirt over my head and put it on the floor for the time being. I put on the new shirt and readjusted my bracelets, which hid my scars.

When I turned around, I saw Patrick standing there. "Oh my–Good grief, Pat, you just gave me a heart attack!" I noticed the placid expression on his face and I sighed, "What's wrong?" He walked up to me, cupped my face in his hands and placed his lips to mine, shocking me, but I kissed back, putting my arms around his torso.

I forgot about everything else, not caring what anyone would say. He pulled away, blushing a little. "Uhm . . . here, lemme take that," he said, reaching out for the shirt.

"O-ok," I stuttered, feeling my face heat up. We walked back down the hallway, sitting on the couch again. "Autumn?" Patrick spoke, breaking the silence. "Were those . . . self harm scars?" He asked quietly. I sighed, and said, "Yes, but please, please don't think less of me. You're one of my best friends . . . and I love you." I added the last sentence quietly.

He smiled, and looked astonished and hurt at the same time. He adjusted his glasses and leaned closer. "Autumn, I don't know how anyone could think less of you. I'm glad that I've probably helped you through a lot. And . . . I love you too, sugar." I smiled and looked down until he lifted my head again.

"Don't hide a pretty face," he said, then he kissed me again. "Be my girlfriend?" He asked, smiling sheepishly. "Of course!" I agreed excitedly. He kissed my cheek and I kissed him again. I can't help it . . . he's fedorable.

Aye.
Bye.
~Morgan Iero~