Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > When I Made You Cry - a Patrick Stump story
Patrick's POV
The noise from the car commercial on the big screen isn't loud enough to silence the noise in my head. She used to be a fan too. That's all I keep thinking. That one threw my for a loop. Ever since we went our separate ways after our first night together, I haven't though about her like that. Until now, when she said it herself: "used to be a fan"!
Crap! What if it's the fame and money and award shows and shit she's after? Okay, so I really don't think it is. She seems genuinely sincere. But either way I turn it, she was my fan first. And to start something with a fan could really come back to bite me in the ass.
Fuck, who am I kidding? I've already started something with her. Question is what. I really enjoy her company, she's funny, smart, sweet, sexy as hell, and that honesty thing is really refreshing. Actually, she'd be the perfect girlfriend. Am I going to be prejudice against her because she used to be a fan? Ha, that just shows good taste. I feel my lips smirk.
When the lights go down, I feel her looking at me. She looks worried, she's definitely noticed something's off. I give her a half reassuring smile and a small kiss on the cheek. She gives me a small smile back. God, I do love that smile. She turns her face back to the screen, where the movie's starting.
I watch her slightly from the side. Okay Patrick, fuck "she used to be a fan"! What do you feel for this girl? I get happy when I see her, I get happy when I think about her. I feel like I have no way near spent as much time with her as I'd like. I want to get to know her even better, and I'm really looking forward to do that. And I won't fucking kid myself, the sex last time was amazing, and I really what to do that again. Plenty more times!
When we kiss, besides usually getting horny as fuck, I feel a tingle in my stomach I haven't felt for years. She makes me feel like I haven't felt for years. I watch her again, and in the light from the screen I realize how special I think she is. How all I want is to be with her.
Yep! I'm falling for this girl - for real. Too soon to say if it's real love though, but I'm definitely falling. And I really hope that she feels the same way and that we got time to figure out what's next. I seriously don't want to force anything by rushing into it blindly. Getting to know each other for real first, is key. Especially if I'm not certain about the fan part, but if that's the case, it'll shine through pretty soon.
Better try and focus on the movie I think, as I take her hand in mine and intwine our fingers. It's too hard to not touch her… The hand holding rewards me with a smile and a tiny kiss on my cheek.
First POV
Patrick seems calmer now, he was zoning out on me a little just now. But he just took my hand and looks at ease, so I guess he's alright.
The movie is alright, Patrick likes it more than me, but he is a movie buff. He writes movie reviews sometimes for god's sake. But a funny thing is that Patrick seems totally happy that I don't agree with his review of a 4 out of 5, I would give it a 2,5. We discuss the movie on our way back to the car, and the more I disagree with Patrick about it, the happier he seems to get. I'm totally confused… If he likes the movie so much, doesn't he want me to like it too? Well obviously not, because he looks perfectly content.
When we're once again standing in my hotel room, Patrick leans in and gives me one tender soft kiss and leans back to look at me.
"Here's the deal. I'm gonna be totally honest with you since you're always honest with me," he says seriously as he unlocks my arms from around his neck, arms I threw around him as soon as he started kissing me.
Oh, shit! Here it comes, he's going to tell me this isn't working out or something… He goes to sit down in one of the chairs. As he starts to talk I walk slowly over and take a seat in the other.
"I really really like you. I haven't quite figured out how much yet, but I don't want to rush into anything, you know." Patrick takes a deep breath as if to steel himself. "If we keep kissing now, I'm not gonna be able to stop myself in time, and we will most likely have sex. Now, I really, really wanna make love to you," he emphasizes the second 'really', "but not yet. I wanna do this right. If we're gonna have a chance to turn this into anything else than fuck-buddies, I wanna date you and get to know you properly first, you know," he watches me expectantly.
I'm floored! "Make love to me"… "Anything else than fuck-buddies"… "Wanna date me and get to know me properly"… First I just nod. I don't know what to say.
"Uhmm… Yeah, I don't wanna rush into anything either. I mean, both of us just came out of pretty serious relationships, so… Dating sounds awesome, but I'm gonna be upfront, I'm not planing on dating anybody else but you…"
At this Patrick interrupts me, and starts to wave his hands in sort of protest.
"No, no of course not, me neither."
"Oh, well… Good!" I say, "I haven't sorted out my feelings one hundred percent either. But I love to spend time with you, and talk to you. And I love your kisses…" I say honestly.
"Yeah, the kissing is amazing…" Patrick smiles.
I look down at the carpet.
"And if you were to say that you wanted to have sex right now, I'd be too tempted to say no…" I take a deep breath. Patrick puts his hand under my chin to slowly lift my eyes to his.
"Then I promise I won't ask…" he replies softly, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "At least not right now… Can't promise anything about the future though…" he smirks.
I just smile at the corner of my mouth.
"Okay, so we're in agreement then? No rush, but dating, having fun and getting to know each other even better?" he asks.
"Yes. Sounds good," I bob my head in nods.
"Alright, with that I'm gonna ask you if you wanna go on a lunch date with me tomorrow? I don't have any special commitments work wise, so I'm free…"
"Sounds awesome!" I grin.
"Great. I'm thinking it's about time I show you some of my favorite hang outs in the city," he smiles hugely and stands up.
I stand up too, and we walk to the door.
"Pick you up at 10?" Patrick asks.
"Sure!"
Patrick gives me a long soft hug and a kiss on top of my head.
"Just to be safe," he winks, "see you tomorrow, Gorgeous! Sleep tight!" he says with his hand on the door knob.
"You too, Handsome!" I grin.
And he's gone.
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The tears are rolling down my face as I turn away from Patrick and walk out on our, up to that point, great lunch date.
I can't believe him! Jackass! How the fuck could he say and think that? I hear him calling my name as I remove myself from his vicinity fast, but I ignore it and walk towards the exit.
As soon as I get out onto the street I hale a cab and go back to my hotel. The stupid tears just keeps coming.
When I arrive back at my room I just throw myself down on the bed and sob uncontrollably. I don't even know for how long I've been crying when there's a knock at the door. Dammit, I really don't want to see Patrick right now. He really hurt me!
Still, I get up to open the door. It's not Patrick, it's the girl from the front desk with a huge bouquet of flowers in a vase.
"These arrived for you," she says as she looks worriedly at my puffy eyes and blotchy face. "Are you okay?" she asks.
"I'll be fine, thank you!" I lie as I take the flowers from her and close the door.
It's a gorgeous bouquet. And there's a card…
The noise from the car commercial on the big screen isn't loud enough to silence the noise in my head. She used to be a fan too. That's all I keep thinking. That one threw my for a loop. Ever since we went our separate ways after our first night together, I haven't though about her like that. Until now, when she said it herself: "used to be a fan"!
Crap! What if it's the fame and money and award shows and shit she's after? Okay, so I really don't think it is. She seems genuinely sincere. But either way I turn it, she was my fan first. And to start something with a fan could really come back to bite me in the ass.
Fuck, who am I kidding? I've already started something with her. Question is what. I really enjoy her company, she's funny, smart, sweet, sexy as hell, and that honesty thing is really refreshing. Actually, she'd be the perfect girlfriend. Am I going to be prejudice against her because she used to be a fan? Ha, that just shows good taste. I feel my lips smirk.
When the lights go down, I feel her looking at me. She looks worried, she's definitely noticed something's off. I give her a half reassuring smile and a small kiss on the cheek. She gives me a small smile back. God, I do love that smile. She turns her face back to the screen, where the movie's starting.
I watch her slightly from the side. Okay Patrick, fuck "she used to be a fan"! What do you feel for this girl? I get happy when I see her, I get happy when I think about her. I feel like I have no way near spent as much time with her as I'd like. I want to get to know her even better, and I'm really looking forward to do that. And I won't fucking kid myself, the sex last time was amazing, and I really what to do that again. Plenty more times!
When we kiss, besides usually getting horny as fuck, I feel a tingle in my stomach I haven't felt for years. She makes me feel like I haven't felt for years. I watch her again, and in the light from the screen I realize how special I think she is. How all I want is to be with her.
Yep! I'm falling for this girl - for real. Too soon to say if it's real love though, but I'm definitely falling. And I really hope that she feels the same way and that we got time to figure out what's next. I seriously don't want to force anything by rushing into it blindly. Getting to know each other for real first, is key. Especially if I'm not certain about the fan part, but if that's the case, it'll shine through pretty soon.
Better try and focus on the movie I think, as I take her hand in mine and intwine our fingers. It's too hard to not touch her… The hand holding rewards me with a smile and a tiny kiss on my cheek.
First POV
Patrick seems calmer now, he was zoning out on me a little just now. But he just took my hand and looks at ease, so I guess he's alright.
The movie is alright, Patrick likes it more than me, but he is a movie buff. He writes movie reviews sometimes for god's sake. But a funny thing is that Patrick seems totally happy that I don't agree with his review of a 4 out of 5, I would give it a 2,5. We discuss the movie on our way back to the car, and the more I disagree with Patrick about it, the happier he seems to get. I'm totally confused… If he likes the movie so much, doesn't he want me to like it too? Well obviously not, because he looks perfectly content.
When we're once again standing in my hotel room, Patrick leans in and gives me one tender soft kiss and leans back to look at me.
"Here's the deal. I'm gonna be totally honest with you since you're always honest with me," he says seriously as he unlocks my arms from around his neck, arms I threw around him as soon as he started kissing me.
Oh, shit! Here it comes, he's going to tell me this isn't working out or something… He goes to sit down in one of the chairs. As he starts to talk I walk slowly over and take a seat in the other.
"I really really like you. I haven't quite figured out how much yet, but I don't want to rush into anything, you know." Patrick takes a deep breath as if to steel himself. "If we keep kissing now, I'm not gonna be able to stop myself in time, and we will most likely have sex. Now, I really, really wanna make love to you," he emphasizes the second 'really', "but not yet. I wanna do this right. If we're gonna have a chance to turn this into anything else than fuck-buddies, I wanna date you and get to know you properly first, you know," he watches me expectantly.
I'm floored! "Make love to me"… "Anything else than fuck-buddies"… "Wanna date me and get to know me properly"… First I just nod. I don't know what to say.
"Uhmm… Yeah, I don't wanna rush into anything either. I mean, both of us just came out of pretty serious relationships, so… Dating sounds awesome, but I'm gonna be upfront, I'm not planing on dating anybody else but you…"
At this Patrick interrupts me, and starts to wave his hands in sort of protest.
"No, no of course not, me neither."
"Oh, well… Good!" I say, "I haven't sorted out my feelings one hundred percent either. But I love to spend time with you, and talk to you. And I love your kisses…" I say honestly.
"Yeah, the kissing is amazing…" Patrick smiles.
I look down at the carpet.
"And if you were to say that you wanted to have sex right now, I'd be too tempted to say no…" I take a deep breath. Patrick puts his hand under my chin to slowly lift my eyes to his.
"Then I promise I won't ask…" he replies softly, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "At least not right now… Can't promise anything about the future though…" he smirks.
I just smile at the corner of my mouth.
"Okay, so we're in agreement then? No rush, but dating, having fun and getting to know each other even better?" he asks.
"Yes. Sounds good," I bob my head in nods.
"Alright, with that I'm gonna ask you if you wanna go on a lunch date with me tomorrow? I don't have any special commitments work wise, so I'm free…"
"Sounds awesome!" I grin.
"Great. I'm thinking it's about time I show you some of my favorite hang outs in the city," he smiles hugely and stands up.
I stand up too, and we walk to the door.
"Pick you up at 10?" Patrick asks.
"Sure!"
Patrick gives me a long soft hug and a kiss on top of my head.
"Just to be safe," he winks, "see you tomorrow, Gorgeous! Sleep tight!" he says with his hand on the door knob.
"You too, Handsome!" I grin.
And he's gone.
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The tears are rolling down my face as I turn away from Patrick and walk out on our, up to that point, great lunch date.
I can't believe him! Jackass! How the fuck could he say and think that? I hear him calling my name as I remove myself from his vicinity fast, but I ignore it and walk towards the exit.
As soon as I get out onto the street I hale a cab and go back to my hotel. The stupid tears just keeps coming.
When I arrive back at my room I just throw myself down on the bed and sob uncontrollably. I don't even know for how long I've been crying when there's a knock at the door. Dammit, I really don't want to see Patrick right now. He really hurt me!
Still, I get up to open the door. It's not Patrick, it's the girl from the front desk with a huge bouquet of flowers in a vase.
"These arrived for you," she says as she looks worriedly at my puffy eyes and blotchy face. "Are you okay?" she asks.
"I'll be fine, thank you!" I lie as I take the flowers from her and close the door.
It's a gorgeous bouquet. And there's a card…
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