There was a time when the apartment suddenly had a blackout, it was nighttime and when I got home I was scared so I stayed outside the building for a while. It was getting really late and I still don’t want to go inside the apartment for a while since it’s even darker. I decided that I have to wait for Patrick to go home because I ‘m really scared of the dark.
Finally Patrick came. He had his guitar on his back. He was wondering why I was waiting for him and to top it off, I was waiting for him outside the building.
“Why are you waiting for me?” He asked.
“Well, you see there was blackout and the electricity in this place is currently being repaired and I was hoping to join you when you go upstairs. You might get scared, you know.” I smiled. He was observing my behavior.
“Aha! You are scared, aren’t you, old lady?” He smirked. “Okay then, I, myself will accompany you to our room.”
When we got inside, it was extremely dark. I can’t even see anything at all. We lighted the fireplace and got ourselves hot cocoa.
“Mhmm..” I said, while gently blowing the cocoa. “It smells really good.”
“Yeah. I wonder why there’s no generator in this place.”
I nodded. “It’s a shame we paid twice the normal pay on this building.”
He didn’t say anything. We silently drank our cocoas. After that we still didn’t talk. I washed the cups and Patrick helped me dry them out.
“Hey, old lady.” He called.
“Yes?”
“Have you been dating that Walker guy now?” He asked, looking away from me. His eyes were so dark at that time. Maybe because I can’t see his face clearly since it’s dark.
“No.” I finally said. “I am not.” I smiled at him. “We never had any communication ever since that day. He never gave me his cellphone number.”
“Oh..” Was his only reaction.
I showered and went directly to my room. I combed my hair and lied down to bed. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I’m scared. Probably of monsters beneath my bed, since it’s dark and everything. I decided to go to Patrick.
“Uhm, Patrick?” I knocked at the door. ”Are you still awake?” There was no response. “Okay then. I’m sorry for bothering you.”
Before I could go to my room, I heard Patrick open the door of his room. “What is it?” He asked, sounding very sleepy.
“Um, I’m sorry for bugging you. Never mind. I’ll just have to go back to my room.”
He grabbed my wrist.
“No, seriously. What exactly do you want?”
I looked at him intently with scared eyes. “Can- can I sleep with you?”
His expression turned excited, from sleepy to excited. “W-why?” He said. “Could it be because I’m just so sexy that you couldn’t resist the fact that we already live under the same roof, yet you still can’t do anything to me?”
I slapped him, but not very hard. “Stupid brat! I’m gonna sleep beside you. I’m scared, okay? We are not gonna do anything at all, understand? So can I sleep beside you?”
He frowned. “Why don’t we have to do anything. We can do whatever you like.” He smirked.
“What I like is just to sleep beside you. I’m scared in my room. I hate being alone.” I said.
He stared at me, with serious black eyes. “Fine. You can sleep here.” Then he smiled. He actually smiled. It’s one of those smiles wherein it’s so rare for you to actually see and feel them. It’s a kind you smile you yourself can smile as well.
I lied beside him, nuzzling his soft, warm blanket. I was facing him, but he was facing away. I looked at his back. I never noticed he had big, broad shoulders. It’s kind of pretty sexy for a guy. Anyway, he shifted his position to face. He was asleep. It’s nice to observe him while he sleeps. He has long eyelashes, which are really cute. His face looks so smooth as well. His hair’s really adorable when it’s wet and when it’s not drowned in gel.
“What?” He then opened his eyes to see me admiring his beautiful face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Eh?!” I nearly fell off the bed. “You’re awake. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I can’t sleep at all.” He simply said.
“Oh, really?” I whispered.
It was silent for a moment.
“Patrick?”
“yeah?”
“I thought you’re asleep.” I smiled. “Hey, don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“I do have one.” He answered.
I was shocked. I never really thought about Patrick being all cuddly with a girl. “What’s her name?” I asked.
“Sarra. We’ve been together for five years.” He said. “I was fifteen when I went into a relationship with her. All my first time happened with her. She was great.”
I stood up and sat on the bed. “Then I guess, I just have to get back to my room. She might think you’re cheating with her if she founds out I slept with you.”
“She won’t.” He stated. “We’re not having sex, are we? She’ll understand. She’s not the type who gets jealous easily. That’s why we lasted for so long.”
“Oh.” I said, still sitting on the bed.
“So why don’t you lie down with me for a while?” I heard him whisper.
So I did. I slept beside him, no sex included. I was embracing him and he was embracing back. The night felt so warm because we were together in each other’s arms.
