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Five

"Pete, I'm going to kick you in the face if you do not shut up and walk away." Patrick said, eyes still closed, the next morning.
"How did you know it was me?" Pete whined.
"That was a dumb question. Why do you insist on watching us sleep?" He asked eyes still closed. Patrick hadn't even made an attempt to move from his position. Pete ignored the question,
"Now do you guys go to sleep already cuddled, or does that happen later on?" Patrick now lifted his head and opened one eye so he could see Pete.
"Be quiet, you're going to wake her up." He said and placed his head back on the pillow.
"You're avoiding the question."
"You already know the answer." Patrick sighed and pulled Fiona closer to him.
"I saw that." Pete smirked.
"Shut up." Patrick sighed, "When do we have to leave?"
"Well I talked to Joe this morning."
"Yeah, and?" Patrick picked his head off the pillow to look at Pete.
"Well his brothers Bar mitzvah is in a week or some shit like that, his whole family is over his house, and he's already worried about not being able to be buried in a Jewish cemetery, you know, cause of his tattoos."
"What does have to do with anything?" Patrick glared at Pete,
"Well if you would just let me finish! Anyways, he can't leave his house without getting completely disowned so it looks like all our band stizuff is put on hold for a week."
Patrick laughed,
"Seriously?" Pete nodded 'yes.' Patrick's eyes narrowed.
"You better not be lying."
"I'm not, but our moms already know that we're off for a week 'cause, you know the whole Bar mitzvah thing. They're going to be pissed off if we don't go, and I can't have my mom mad at me, she'll kick me out of the house." Patrick groaned.
"Yeah, but, but, but, but . . . Wow she's a really heavy sleeper, but," Pete rambled and Patrick motioned for him to get to the point.
"We still have like five days to waste." Patrick nodded,
"There was something Vicky said I had to remember, I wish I knew what it was." Pete plopped down on the computer chair and scratched head, Patrick groaned and put his face in the pillow. Pete's head shot up from its position in his hand, but he sighed and put it back down when he realized that he didn't remember. Fiona stirred and brought a hand up to Patrick's face. She felt around and rubbed his sideburns before,
"Patrick, what time is it?" He laughed at her,
"Ten. Why did you just feel my face?"
"I wanted to make sure it was you, but I didn't want to open my eyes."
"Who else would it be?" He asked still laughing.
"I don't know, my cousin, Vicky, Peter Pan, Captain Hook, the Easter bunny." She snuggled into his chest.
"And how did you know it was me?"
"You're the only one I know with," She paused and felt around his face again and found his sideburns,
"these." Fiona patted the side of his face.
"I see." He stated and glanced at Pete who had fallen asleep with his head on the desk.
"Is that a bad thing?" Patrick averted his gaze back to Fi who still had her face buried in his chest. She shook her head 'no,' but stayed in place.
"I have to go to class." She mumbled into his shirt. Just as Fiona said that Pete's head shot up, cutting off the snore that was escaping his lips.
"No Class today."
"What?" Fiona picked her head up and looked at Pete who was wiping the drool from his mouth and then from the desk.
"Vicky told me to remind you that there are no classes today because it's Labor Columbus Day or some shit like that."
"Really?" She squealed and Pete nodded.
"Oh my God that is so fucking exciting!" She jumped to her feet, still on the bed and began bouncing. As she was bouncing on her bed Vicky walked though the door. She shook her head at Fiona bouncing on the bed with Patrick still laying down, arm slung over his face. She walked over to Pete and handed him a Starbucks cup. Vicky glanced at Fiona and noticed her underwear,
"Hey, are those new?" Fiona stopped bouncing and looked down,
"What my panties? Yes."
"They are cute."
"Thank you." Patrick's arm was no longer over his face, but no one noticed.
"Where did you get them?"
"Are you guys seriously talking about underwear?" Pete cut in from his position on the chair, straw in mouth. Both girls glared at him.
"Target."
"Shut the fuck up?" Vicky exclaimed.
"Nope, they were on sale."
"Do you think Murphy would like those?"
"I don't know."
"Who's Murphy?" Patrick asked still laying down.
"Vicky's luvah." Fiona laughed.
"Dude seriously, Pete are those cute underwear?" Vicky asked,
"Yeah sure, but that doesn't mean Murphy will like them." Vicky rolled her eyes as Pete batted his eyelashes dramatically.
"Patrick, are those cute underwear?"
"Yeah." He exclaimed with his eyes shut.
"You didn't even look." Vicky placed her hands on her hips.
"I didn't have to." He sighed.
"Well that's god enough for me, I'm getting them." She grabbed her keys and headed for the door.
"Oh, wait for me." Pete jumped up from the chair and ran after her, slamming the door shut behind him. Patrick reached up and pulled the bottom of Fiona's shirt causing her to fall onto the bed.
"What gives?" She whined.
"If you didn't stop bouncing, I would have gone crazy."
"You suck." Fiona pouted and then randomly changed the subject,
"Don't you have to leave and go be famous or something?" he laughed,
"No, I think I'm going to hang around here for a bit longer, if that's ok with you?"
"It's fine, I'm starting to get used to having you around here anyways." She said and poked him in the stomach.
"Ugh, was that necessary?"
"Yes."
"Fine, fine."
"So how come you get to stay?" Fiona asked as she hopped off the bed and rummaged through the fridge.
"Joe, the other guitarist, has family issues. Well not really issues, but his brother is having a Bar mitzvah in a week, and Joe has to stay around his house and entertain the visiting family members."
"Why?" She stated as she hopped back on the bed with a bag of Doritos. Patrick picked his head up from the pillow,
"What is this 20 questions?" She shrugged and put a chip in her mouth,
"Just curious."
"Well he's already in hot water with his family because he might not be able to be buried in a Jewish cemetery, cause of his tattoos." Fiona nodded and put another chip in her mouth.
The two of them lounged around pretty much all day until Fiona got bored and drug Patrick to go get ice cream with her. It was dark outside by then.
"Strawberry in a waffle cone." Fi told the girl behind the counter, who nodded in response and looked over to Patrick.
"Uhm, ugh, vanilla - "
"BOO, You Suck." Fiona cut him off and stuck out her tongue.
"Fine, cookie dough," He paused and looked at Fiona who nodded her approval, "in a waffle cone."
Fi skipped to the register while licking her ice cream with Patrick following behind her. She dug in her purse but Patrick put a ten on the counter before her. Fiona glanced up at him, and he laughed,
"I appreciated the reach."
"Thanks." She smiled at him and he nodded. The cashier gave Patrick his change and the two walked out of the ice cream place.
"Why couldn't I get vanilla?"
"Cause I don't like vanilla."
"Who doesn't like vanilla?"
"It's not that I don't like vanilla, but it's so blah - I don't know." She said while digging around her purse for her now ringing phone. Fiona groaned and Patrick laughed at her, she flipped open her phone.
"Hey mommy." Patrick laughed when she said 'mommy.'
"I just got off the phone with your grandmother, she says that you blew her off." Fiona rolled her eyes,
"I didn't blow her off Madre, she called me at 11:40 at night while I was prepping guests for the show. It's not like I could sit on the phone and discuss Abuelo's pantalones, or whatever the hell she wanted to talk to me about." Patrick laughed again because Fiona used her hands to talk, even though he mother couldn't see her.
"Mi hija, who was that?"
"Who was what?" Fiona was confused.
"Who laughed?"
"Oh, a friend of mine."
"A male friend?" Fiona smiled.
"Yes, my friend happens to be a male."
"I want to talk to him."
"He doesn't want to talk to you mommy." Patrick raised an eyebrow
"Did he tell you that?
"No but -"
"Exactly, let me talk to him."
"No mommy -" before Fiona could finish Patrick grabbed the phone from her.
"Hello"
"Hello, who is this?"
"This is Patrick, how are you Mrs. Rodriguez?" Fiona laughed
"You're such a kiss ass." Patrick made a face at her.
"I am very well. How are you?"
"Good, good."
"So how do you know my daughter, she hasn't been any trouble has she?"
"I was a guest on her show, no, no she's been no trouble. She's been very nice to me and my friend actually."
"Oh?"
"Yes ma'm, she let us stay with her when we had no where else to stay."
"That sounds like Fiona."
"Yes. Well it was very nice to talk to you but I'm going to give you back to Fi now, ok?"
"Alright, it was nice speaking to you as well." Patrick tossed the phone to Fi who groaned.
"Mom."
"Mi hija, I like that boy."
"You just think you like him, you don't really know him though." Fi laughed and Patrick glared at her "HEY!" he said before she continued.
"No I like him. I have a feeling about him."
"That's perfectly normal, the feeling of nausea will pass." Fiona laughed again.
"I'M SERIOUS FIONA." Her mother whined into the phone.
"Ok well I'm going to leave you with you're feeling, have fun with that. Love you bye."
Fiona hung up the phone and rolled her eyes. Patrick took his cone and touched her nose with it,
"You have something on your face." He laughed as he took a bite of his cone. She tried to lick it off with her tongue, but when she couldn't she let out a frustrated sigh.
"Yeah well," She smashed her cone into his face,
"so do you." She said in between laughs. Patrick wiped his face on her cheek and she squealed. Patrick, though he attempted to wipe off the ice cream she smashed in his face, had strawberry ice cream all over him and cookie dough melted all down his hand. Fiona on the other hand, not being able to wipe anything off, had cookie dough on her nose, strawberry on her cheek and melting down her hand.
"We need na'kins." She said as she still tried to lick her nose, Patrick laughed at her.
"Come here." He stated, she glared at him and stuck her cone out defensively.
"I won't smash ice cream in your face, I promise." She stepped closer to him cautiously, he groaned and tossed his cone in the garbage.
"There. Now come here." Patrick laughed, and she stepped closer. He put one hand under her chin and with the other he wiped the ice cream off her nose. She laughed but didn't pull away,
"I would have gotten it eventually."
"No you wouldn't of." With his hand still under her chin he leaned in closer.
"Maybe." Fiona's voice was now a whisper.
"Not a chance." Was the last thing Patrick said before their lips met.

Vicky was walking in the Union with Pete in tow, carrying about five billion bags, which obstructed his vision.
"Victoria you were only supposed to go to Target to by underwear, and I only went with you in the chance I might get to see you try them on, but that was eight hours, 3 stores and 2 malls ago." Pete whined from behind the bags. Vicky suddenly stopped short, and Pete not being able to see properly ran into her, dropping most of the bags.
"What the hell?" Pete looked at her but she was distracted. She nudged him and motioned her head over to a couple. Pete looked,
"Oh no, people kissing, and oh, look at that, she dropped her ice cream, what a waste. Who cares?" He looked back over to Vicky who just shook her head,
"You're retarded, look again." Pete groaned and looked.
"Hey you know what? Patrick has that hat, the only reason I know is because me and Andy bought it for him, we didn't think he'd actually wear it 'cause it said 'I love bingo' and he doesn't actually love bingo. I mean he doesn't hate bingo or anything, but he doesn't love it. Whoa, he has those ugly green shoes too. I should call him and tell him some guy in the Union jacked his shit." Pete dug in his pocket for his phone, and got smacked in the back of the head by Vicky.
"Ugh, Ouch." Pete stopped his search for his phone and looked at Vicky who pulled her phone out mumbling profanities at Pete's lack of observation skills. She pushed a few buttons and then showed Pete who it was she was calling. Her screen flashed 'Fiona.'
"I care that your calling Fiona why?" Pete started but was silenced by Vicky holding up a finger, a second later a phone started ringing, and Vicky pointed the finger she was holding up in the direction of the ringing. Fiona jumped at the sound of her phone ringing and pulled away.
"Hello?" Fi said breathlessly.
Pete glanced over and his eyes grew wide,
"Hey! There's Patrick and Fiona. I'm going to go tell 'Trick that some kid was just here wearing his shit." Vicky groaned.
"YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!" she yelled in frustration, and Pete looked at her confused.
"Yes normally, but why now?" was all he asked before Vicky stomped away. He groaned and grabbed her bags, following her.
"I guess I'll just tell Patrick later." He mumbled as he followed her.