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Part Two

I yelled loudly at Farrah early the next morning. "FARRAH! HELP ME GET READY!"
I was standing in my room, with only my underwear and t-shirt on, staring at outfits I had put together on my bed.
Farrah was busy in the kitchen, fixing her breakfast (a strawberry milkshake), and sighed. She walked into my room and said, "Fine, what do you want me to help you with?"
"I need to look perfect for this date."
"Sweetie, you look stunning already. I don't know why you're so worried. He likes you."
"I know." I sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. I didn't known why I was panicking. I shouldn't have been. I guess I was nervous. I hadn't been on a date since....ever. I'd never been on a proper date before.
"You have nothing to worry about. Whatever you wear will be perfect."
I finally decided on a brightly colored Beatles shirt, a purple skirt, and my beloved black Converse.
I walked into the kitchen and Farrah smiled. "Now, you look totally California Chic." as she handed me a strawberry milkshake. "Just relax."
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Patrick's POV

Oh god. I stared into my closet with a blank look on my face. I needed help.
"PETE!"
Just like a flash of lightning, he was there at my doorway. "How can I be of service this morning?" He grinned.
"I don't know what to wear."
"Wear what you normally do."
"But, I look terrible on a normal basis."
Pete shook his head, "C'mon, dude, you already got the girl, what are you all worried about? You have a hot chick next door who totally wants you."
"And as I asked myself a gazillion times last night, 'Why?'"
"Because you're a sexy piece of ass, Patrick!" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't like this was the first time Pete said things like that to try and cheer me up. "Now, let's get you properly dressed for the occasion."
Pete picked out exactly what I would normally wear. I heaved a sigh as I looked at the clothes laid out and got dressed into a hoodie, dark blue jeans, and a pair of Nikes. And of course, a hat.  
Andy and Joe were in an intense Mario Kart battle as I walked into the kitchen.
"Suck on THAT, Joe!" Andy yelled.
"Oh yeah? BOOM! What now?" Joe punched one of the buttons on his controller furiously and Andy threw down his controller.
"Damnit. This is not the end of this, Joe."
"Sure it isn't. Hey, Patrick! Boy, you look like hell."
I looked at him dully and said with sarcasm, "Well, thanks. That seems to be the unanimous decision this morning."
Pete shook his head, "Totally not true. I called you a sexy piece of ass. So I'm out of that accusation."
Joe and Andy got up from the sofa and walked up to the kitchen counter.
"What's the matter? Did she dump you already?" Joe asked.
"No, Joe, she didn't dump me already." I told him with an attitude.
"Then, why in the hell are you sulking?! You have a hot girl over there that wants to DO YOU."
I looked down at my drink and said, "She does not want to 'DO ME', so you can stop that. How do you know, anyways? She hasn't said hardly a word to you guys."
Andy grinned, "It's all in the eyes, man. She totally wants you."
I thought about her eyes, the way they looked after she kissed me. Those big, dark chocolate brown eyes that could melt the heart of anyone in her path. The look of lust in them was unmistakeable. They were probably right.
"Alright, fine, yeah, she looked like it, but who says she'll feel the same today?"
Pete shook his head, "If she looks at you like that and she only heard your voice once in her whole life, then yeah. It took me at least to see your face and see you sing a couple times before I fell totally in lust for you. She's in deep, dude.
I looked at the clock. "FUCK. It's noon. I've got to go."
Pete winked at me as I walked out the door, "Good luck, man! Use protection!"
I rolled my eyes and made my way to her room.
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Keliah's POV

Farrah checked the clock, "It's noon, he should be here any minute!" Just as she said it, the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath and got up to answer the door.
I opened the door to see Patrick's smiling face looking at me. I bit my lip.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you wanna come in?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." I moved out of the doorway to let him through and our arms brushed together as he walked in. I felt a shiver go up my spine.
Farrah grabbed her purse, and came over to us. "The rest of the guys just called and invited me to a tour of L.A with them, so I'll be back later."
"You've got your hotel key right?"
"Yes, I'll be fine, Kel. Have fun!"
She walked out of the hotel room and shut the door behind her leaving me and Patrick standing in the middle of the room alone.
"Well, do you want to go get something to eat? I'm starving." I asked.
"Sure, I know an awesome place around here that has really good burgers."
"Well, then, let's go!" I smiled.
He smiled widely at me in return. His shyness from yesterday seemed to have faded a little. Not entirely, but a little. He opened the door for me to leave, and we both headed out for lunch.
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By the time we were done eating, talking about everything under the sun, and getting home, it was already dark outside. We got to the outside of Farrah and I's hotel room and I put in the key and walked in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway. I turned to him, put my arm at the top of the door and said as seductively as I could muster, "Do you want to...come in?"
"Um, yeah. Yeah, definitely." He nervously walked in the room and I shut the door behind him. 
I walked over to the phone that was blinking. There was one message left on the answering machine, so I pressed play. "Hey, it's Farrah, me and the boys are at a club right now, don't wait up for me, I don't expect to be home until midnight or later." Just after her voice stopped I heard Pete. "And hey, Patrick, buddy, we won't be back for awhile. I know you're not into partying and all that, so you just have a good time." Then the message ended. 
Patrick giggled at the message and I turned and looked questioningly at him. "What's so funny?"
"Ah, nothing. Pete just sounds really slammed. Joe and Andy are going to be lucky if they get him into the car to come back home." he said with a smile.
"How did he know you'd be here anyways?"
He shrugged. "It's Pete. He tends to know things before other people do."
"Well, this is kinda nice then. I have the hotel room to myself tonight. Awesome!" And I laid back on the bed behind me and kicked off my shoes.
Patrick got up of the chair he was sitting on and said, "Oh...well....I won't ruin your night then...." and started towards the door.
I sat up on the bed and said, "Just because I have the hotel room to myself doesn't mean that I want to be in it alone." He turned around to me with surprise on his face. I got up off the bed, walked towards and grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him. That force that pulled me closer the last time came back through him and pulled my waist dangerously close to his. He started moving one hand up my back and to my neck. His hand got to my neck and he started kissing back fiercely. It was like he was a completely different person. I moved my hands from his neck down his shoulders and to his chest, and I pushed my hips closer to his, grinding on him. He moaned from the back of his throat and we broke apart. He started kissing my neck, and then it was my turn to moan. "Oh, Patrick..." I said softly, over and over again. His hands reached my skirt and slowly pulled it down. I kicked it off my ankles, not even caring where it landed. I took his hoodie and unzipped the zipper, getting it off his shoulders and on the floor. He moved his kisses all over my neck and shoulder and then pressed his lips against mine again. His lips were so soft and warm, I melted into his arms. I could feel him smirk while we were kissing and I took initiative again. I moved my hands from his chest and inched them downward, and fumbled with his belt. My hand would 'slip' every now and then and I would rub against his obvious arousal, and he moaned in agony. The sound of his moans were making me even more wet than what I already was and I decided it was time to stop fooling around.
I pulled off his belt quickly and pulled down his pants. His arms were quickly wrapped around my hips again, and he slowly pulled my shirt up over my head. I did the same to him, and pulled his shirt off and threw it down to the floor. The thoughts rushing in my mind were of no comparison to the blood and the heat rushing through my veins at that point. I meant to grab him first, but he'd had enough. He picked me up, laid me on the bed next to us, and straddled me so I was pinned down on the bed. His hands grabbed my wrists and held them down, so I couldn't move. He leaned over me and kissed me hard. I felt his crotch throbbing against my hips and I tossed my head back and moaned loudly. I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I want you." He looked at me, and our eyes locked. That innocent face had been replaced by a new Patrick. One that knew what he wanted and how he was going to get it. He took his hands off my wrists and I latched onto him, my nails digging into his back. He started kissing my collar bone again, and kept going down until he reached the top of my underwear. He grabbed it with his teeth and pulled it down past my thighs, then grabbed them and threw them aside. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I felt his breath, hot on my extremities. He slowly started licking, going at it like he already knew my body inside and out, and I had involuntarily grabbed onto the sheets, moaning his name over and over. "Oh, god, Patrick..." 
He kept going and soon enough, it got to be too much for me to take. I screamed out his name and the orgasm rushed through my body, making my back arch in pure pleasure. He stopped and pulled down his boxers. "I am definitely not done with you yet, Keliah." He smirked. I pulled his face close to mine and whispered, "Oh, you have no idea. I want you in me." His face showed a spark of surprise and delight at the same time. He was loving this. I could tell from the look on his face. But there was no way he was enjoying this as much as I was. But, I let him keep going with his plan. After that, I was his slave. Completely and totally. He spread my legs apart with his hands on my upper thigh and I shuddered in ecstasy, biting my lip in anticipation and shutting my eyes.
"Let me know if this hurts, and I'll stop."
I nodded quickly. I just wanted to feel him inside me, his passion and his lust in me. He slowly moved himself to my entrance, and I gasped. Everything at this moment was intoxicating. The feel of his hands on my body, and now the feeling of him almost inside me. Everything was incredible. The feeling of him opening me up was painful at first. It was a tight fit. He moaned as he slowly pushed his way in. His moans were almost as beautiful as his singing. He was then completely inside me and he laid his head on my chest to breathe for a moment. I took deep breaths, getting used the feeling of him inside me. He then got up and started moving slowly in and out of me. I was in heaven. He kept hitting my spot, and I couldn't stop moaning. 
"Oh my god, Patrick...oh, fuck....Patrick..." 
He started picking up the pace and he started moaning my name. 
"Oh, Keliah, oh jesus..."
My hips were soon jerking up involuntarily in reaction to his thrusts. Patrick warned me he was about to come, and I nodded, too caught up in pleasure to really hear him. My walls started to tighten and I moaned out his name even louder. He felt my walls closing around him and he groaned in pleasure. He thrust harder in me two more times and I felt his warmth fill up inside me. That was my stopping point. I yelled out his name one more time and my body went into spasms, feeling the orgasm run through my body. He collapsed on my chest, sweat dripping from his face.
"You...are...amazing..." He said, gasping for breath.
"I'm amazing? You're...incredible...my god..." I lifted his head and kissed him gently on the lips. He took his hands and ran them up my stomach and started rubbing my breasts. I couldn't help it, I moaned again. He slowed down and stopped. "We should probably...wait...a little bit before we start...that again..." He was still wiped out from the first round. He pulled out of me, and rolled over on his back. I moved over and laid my head on his chest, looking up at the ceiling.
"Hey, Kel?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Would you...sing with me sometime?"
"You haven't even heard me. I could be terrible for all you know!" I giggled.
"Well, I, uh, sorta heard you singing after I left yesterday. You were singing 'Almost like being in love'." 
I covered my face with my hands. "Aw, you heard that? I'm sorry." I laughed again.
"No, no, don't be. You have a fantastic voice."
I looked up at him, laying next to me, and I sat up. "Do you really think so?"
"Definitely. You sound like an angel."
"But you're so much better than me, I don't think I could-"
"I'm not better than you. We'd sound fantastic together. And c'mon, don't you want to get your singing career on a head start? It's almost a crime to keep that voice from the world."
"Do you really think-"
"Yes. I know so."
I straddled him and kissed him passionately. I immediately felt him get excited again. "Well, someone's ready for another round."
"As long as you are."
I took a deep breath in, taking in the scent of his cologne, and kissed him again.
"Let's do this."
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I woke up the next morning with a warm body fitted perfectly to mine and an arm laying across my chest. I yawned a bit and grabbed his arm and pulled it closer to my chest. I heard soft breathing behind me and felt it on the back of my neck.
I slowly tried to turn over and lay on my other side to look at him. I successfully did it, without moving his arm. He looked so cute asleep. His face went back to that innocent Patrick that he looked like when we had met. Which was only two days ago. Wow. I really let myself go this time, I thought. But I love him. I know I do. I may not be ready to totally admit it to anyone yet, but I love him. For all I know, looking at that face, he may love me too. This all happened so fast, it was hard to tell lust from love. I may just be in lust. I heard his voice and I fell in lust. No. That can't be why this happened. It has to be love.
I watched as he stirred slightly and slowly opened his eyes to look into mine. His green eyes were a sight that no one could forget. They were so vibrant and full of life, even when he was half awake. They showed passion, openly and honestly. I smiled at him as he slowly came to and rolled onto his back. "Are you awake?" I asked.
"Mmmm."
"I'll take that as a 'sorta'."
"Nah, nah, I'm awake."
He rolled over back to look at me. "My god, you're beautiful in the morning. And... what is that I see in your eye? Is that the 'I had sex' sparkle?" He grinned.
"Maaaaaybe. If it's a 'I had sex with an amazing guy' sparkle, then yes. I'm going to go make breakfast and see if Farrah's home yet."
I could feel his eyes watch me as I got up out of the bed naked and started to get dressed. I looked in my dresser and put on a t-shirt and some pajama shorts. 
"I'll get up and help you then."
"Nonsense, you don't have to."
"I want to."
I shrugged, "If you insist. You might want to check on Pete. If he was as slammed as he seemed last night, he might be nursing a really bad hangover." I giggled.
"That's probably true. But, I'll spend my morning here."
"Aw, look who's being a gentleman."
He sorta looked around the room and looked back at me. "Fuck. I don't have any clothes to change into."
"I'll sneak over there are get some for you if you'd like, so you can get dressed."
"No, if they're awake, they'll harass you, I know it. Especially because I'm not there."
"I'm a big girl, I think I can handle a few perverted, nosy guys." I said over my shoulder. He sighed for a second and shook his head. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"Trust me, I got this." I grabbed the hotel key from his pants pocket, smiled, creeped out of the hotel room and down the hall. Just my luck, they were awake when I tried to sneak in. So, I dropped the ninja-like routine and just walked in, braced for the worst. Joe and Andy were in the kitchen and grinned like children when they seen me. "Well, look who it is!" Joe said with a sparkle in his eye.
"Yeah, look who it is, wandering into our hotel room in her pajamas, with what intent may I ask?" Andy said, laughing. 
"Um, I left something here yesterday."
"You weren't here yesterday."
"Okay, I thought Farrah left something here yesterday."
"Farrah never came into the room yesterday."
Damn them.
"Fine, Jesus Christ, Patrick needs clothes."
Joe and Andy looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. 
"Oh, he is going to get so much shit when he gets back over here." Andy paused. "That is, if you aren't planning on stealing him from us for the day."
"I just might, considering you're acting like total children about the situation. Where's all of Patrick's clothes?"
"Well, jeez. It's just past the kitchen, to the left. Oh, and try to be sorta quiet, Pete's passed out in the room across from his." Joe laughed.
"Thank you." I snapped.
I walked down to his room and heard Pete snoring in the other room. Remember, be quiet, I thought. I opened the door to his closet and my mouth dropped at all the hats hanging up. Come on, pick something, I snapped at myself. I grabbed a blue hat, blue shoes, a checkered shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. I grabbed the stuff and tried to close the door with everything in my hand and I dropped the shoes on the wood floor. Shit, I thought, frantically picking up the shoes, and making my way to the door. As soon as I walked out the door, Pete was standing in his doorway, hand clutching his forehead. He took in the sight of me holding onto Patrick's clothes, standing there in my pajamas, and suddenly grinned. "AHAHAHAHAHA!" He started laughing. He was laughing so loudly, he stopped for a second to stop his head from throbbing, but continued just the same. I don't have time for this, I thought. I walked out of the room, Pete still laughing, and past Joe and Andy who had joined in on the laughter. I turned to them and asked, "Where's Farrah anyways?" Andy stopped laughing for a second and said, "Don't worry, she crashed in my room. She got just as drunk as Pete." Knowing Farrah was fine and safe, I then walked out with a scowl on my face.
I slowly opened the door to my hotel room, and I smiled when I seen Patrick laying there, waiting for me. I walked over to him and dropped his clothes on the bed. "I went through hell and back to get you these." I sat on the bed next to him. He shook his head and laughed. "I kinda figured you didn't get in there unnoticed. I heard Pete laughing at the top of his lungs."
"They wouldn't stop. Apparently the thought of you having sex was too much for them to bear."
"Yeah...well...they don't know how amazing it was, so it's them missing out." He pulled me back onto his lap and stroked my hair for awhile.
"Well, I should make breakfast. What would you like?"
"Anything with bacon."
"Got it."
I smiled, kissed him quickly, and headed to the kitchen. I could see Patrick getting dressed from the counter and I'll be the first to admit it, I watched. I bit my lip, and thought about just how good last night was. I watched him as he tried to fix his hair and get his hat on, which was incredibly cute. I proceeded to make breakfast after he was finished, and put some bacon on the frying pan. I plugged in my iPod into the kitchen radio, and I started to dance and sing. "I Can't Help Myself" by the Four Tops came on. 
"Sugar pie, Honey bunch,
You know that I love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else..."
I sang at the top of my lungs, shaking my hips as I poured pancakes onto the griddle. I was so intent on what I was doing, I never even heard Patrick come up behind me. He grabbed my waist and kissed me on the cheek. He started singing softly in my ear.  
"Sugar pie, Honey bunch,
I'm weaker than a man should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see."
I looked at him stunned. I gazed stupidly at him for a moment and blurted out, "I love you."
He rested his head on my shoulder, kissed me on the cheek again, and said, "I love you too."