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The Honey Moon

We changed our honeymoon plans several times. But we finally decided Disney world. I’ve never been and Joe loves it there. So we ride rides late at night and watch fireworks. Then we sit outside in the grass and kiss and cuddle. Soon we begin to get a little cold and decide we should go inside.

My heart beats intensely. My palms sweat. Images of what happened with Pete flash through my mind. We get into the elevator which pushes me into another panic attack. As normal, Joe was prepared with a paper bag, but he didn’t know the main contributor to my panic attack. He gets me to our room and gets a cool cloth for my head. He sits beside me and runs his fingers through my hair, having already discarded my hat. He reaches up to turn on the ceiling fan. After my breathing calms he pulls me into a hug. My heart rate increases again. Joe kisses my cheek and pulls my face towards him.

“Baby, if you’re not ready then you aren’t ready. It’s perfectly fine.” He smiles warmly, melting my weary heart.
I bite my lip and nod, my eyes water. Rage at myself fills my heart. He hugs me and the ability to hold my self together collapses. I fall to the floor crying and screaming. Feeling so weakly pathetic. Joe pulls me up to set me on the bed. He pulls my head to his chest. Within seconds his shirt is soaked. I feel so weak. So defeated. Joe wraps his arms around my and rocks me gently. I hold onto him for life. He is my life. He kisses the top of my head. I smile and look up at him. I kiss his soft lips. The feelings we have for each other right now are so strong if anyone walked in the room they’d feel it. It is a bittersweet feeling but most of it is sweet.


The next day.

Joe wakes me up to the smell of my favorite kind of coffee and breakfast on the table in the kitchen area of the room. I smile up at him as he slips on my glasses and sneaks a quick kiss. My heart lifts; as do the corners of my lips, forming into a smile. We eat the breakfast in our pajamas and brush our teeth. I put on a pair of well fitting dark denim jeans and my purple shirt with the penguin on it. I put on my Panic! Beanie. Joe puts on the jacket I gave him a few years ago when he fell in the lake. We get our things packed up and go to the airport. On the way up we had a ride but this time we have to get in an airplane. I bite my lip, hating airplanes. I get airsick. I’m nervous and jumpy, and this has been since before all the 9/11 stuff, that just made it worse. I squeeze the life out of Joe’s hand during liftoff. He hands me a paper bag to breathe in. With his arms around me he whispers in my ear. He tells me everything is going to be fine. Then he nibbles on my earlobe. I grin with a small moan in my throat. He chuckles in my ear and pulls the curtain around our seats. He kisses my cheek and holds my hand in his. I lean on his shoulder, smiling up into those beautiful brown eyes. He smiles and takes out crayons and a notebook. He draws a large rectangle on the paper with a pen. Then he starts drawing little bits of the square at a time with really bright colors. Soon it is fully colored with different patches of different patches. But he doesn’t stop it there. Then he colors the whole rectangle over with his black crayon. Then he draws a line in it with his fingernail. Instead of the black there is now a bright multicolored line. He spells out my name and under the name writes “I love you so much.” He hands it to me with a grin. I smile at him and give him a peck on the cheek. Our lips meet and soon after our tongues follow suit. Needless to say I’m not thinking about being so far in the air.

At the airport, Andy and mark run over to us and pull us into hugs. Andy kisses our cheeks. They drive us home. They help us carry everything to the door. I unlock the door and push it open. I hear a thud and.
“Ow!”

I look behind the door and see Brendon clutching his bleeding nose.

I cover my mouth with my hand, taking in a gasp “I-I’m so sorry!”

“Surprise!” Ryan sings with his hands raise into the air.
Andy goes into a fit of laughter while Mark gets Brendon a wet paper towel.
I see my mom coming over for a hug. She hugs Joe and I and asks about Disney World. We tell her about the fireworks and the rest of the things we did.
The guys from MCR are here also, as are many other friends. For a few Hours we all hang out and talk about the previous night and about old times. Mom, of course supplies a few embarrassing stories about me.

“On his first day of kindergarten he cried and cried. When they finally got him unattached from my leg I had to hurry and drive away. Patrick got away from the teachers and ran after me in the car. They finally got him back in the classroom he asked to go to the bathroom. They said yes so he went in with his back pack. He locked the door and got the hammer out of his backpack. I don’t even know how he got it there I had just gone through it to make sure he had everything he needed. Anyways he climbed onto the sink and broke the window with his hammer. The door didn’t come with a key so it was never supposed to be locked. So she called the fire department. As she did that he’d already climbed out of the window. He has several cuts from the glass. He started running towards our house. About a mile away from the house he passed out. He’d lost so much blood and he didn’t have his inhaler. His asthma was worse when he was younger. The only way we found him is because a little boy came outside and called the police. The little boy was home because his mom decided to sleep rather than take her kid to school. When Patrick gained consciousness the little boy made sure he stayed awake. When we arrived in the ambulance the little boy made me promise to call him and let him know how Patrick was doing. Patrick got taken care of and I called the little boy to tell him the good news. The boy wanted to come over and help me take care of Patrick. So I picked him up. Soon he and Patrick became great friends, and I just watched them get married.” Mom smiles with watering eyes “And I wouldn’t be happier if it was anyone else. Because Joe is so caring,” She smiles over at Joe, “and sweet. You two are perfect together. You two proven that there really is such thing as true love.”

I smile over at Joe and can’t resist pulling him into a hug and kissing those perfect lips.

After everyone, excluding Andy and Mark leave, I o into the kitchen and make a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I hand on to everyone and eat mine.

“So… we all know what the main thing is about the honeymoon is.” Andy grins.

I blush and look down feeling, again, pathetic.

Joe smiles at Andy “Well that’s for us to know and you to never find out!”

Andy pouts “Oh, come on! I told you two!””

Mark blushes “You did?”

Andy nods “I couldn’t help it…”

“He really couldn’t” I add “He was about to explode if he didn’t tell us.”

Mark nods, blushing like me.

“SO??! ” He exclaims.

Joe sighs “No means no!”
I frown “Nothing happened ok?! I chickened out like a fucking idiot!” I end the sentence in a yell.

Andy frowns “I-I-“

I storm to the bedroom and slam the door. In about ten minutes Joe comes into the room to hear my sobs. He rubs my back and wipes the tears on my face away, his eyes watering as well.

“Patrick, baby…” A tear rolls down his cheek “It’s perfectly normal not to be ready yet. I will not force or rush you.” Another tear “Please stop calling yourself pathetic and all that. It is not your fault.” Another few tears “I love you. So much.”
I pull him into a hug “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine sweetie.” He smiles.
I hug him again.


We make our way up to bed after a movie. We both strip down to our boxers. I lay down in the bed beside Joe forgetting to take off my glasses. He kisses my cheek.
“Goodnight.”
I smile “Goodnight I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We kiss and drift off to sleep.

Sorry for taking so long. Still no internet at my house. You like the update? Rate and review pretty please. There is more to come as soon as I can!