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"Are you really still wearing that wretched ring?"

To her, the room was spinning violently; his cold voice was echoing off of the lobby walls and rushing into her ears, causing her blood to boil instantly. For a brief moment, she couldn't move; her body was frozen, her muscles stiff as all of the blood rushed from her head to her feet.

Unwilling to let him defeat her completely, she inhaled sharply, mumbling "What are the mother fucking odds?" under her breathe as she braced herself for the site the lobby would hold.

"You could have at least have the decency to answer me!" He spat arrogantly.

"Decency is a funny word, you know." Ana pointed out sarcastically as she slowing turned to face him, that same arrogant smirk on his lips and the same stereotypical blonde on his arm; she would learn this blonde had a name, Jessica, how cute.

"Take the damn ring off, you're not fooling anyone." The cold arrogance in his voice made her stomach turn, the snotty smile on Jessica's lips causing the knots in her stomach to tighten.

"Why hello Michael, it's delightful to see you too." Ana smiled coolly, trying to maintain a composure. Kill them with kindness, she decided. "And why Jessica, aren't you looking magnificent today."

"Cut the bullshit Ana; take off the damn ring and don't you dare bad mouth me to a soul or I will ruin you." Cold and harsh, he spat through his clenched teeth, the reaction to seeing her nothing less than she would have expected.

"What are you talking about?" Attempting to keep her cool, she inhaled sharply, trying to brush aside the thoughts rushing through her head; she just wanted to slap him or strangle him right there in the lobby, waiting for the elevator to her room. "Come on Mike, really, it's been almost year, who really thinks we're still together?" Perhaps playing stupid would work to her advantage, it sure got him pretty far.

"We know what you're doing, we know your set up and we know you don't want to look like the reject, we're not stupid." Jessica chimed in now, "Why would you still be wearing a ring if you didn't have a plan?"

"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?" Patrick's voice suddenly piped in next to Ana as he lovingly reach down to take her hand.

A devilish grin playing on his lips, he hungrily placed them against Ana's pulling her body close to his and sending a tingle and a shiver right down through her toes. Questioning when parting, "Baby, don't we know him from somewhere?" Obviously Patrick got the memo about playing dumb.

Ana couldn't help but smile as Michael picked his jaw back up from the floor, shock and confusion filling his once evil and angry eyes.

"This reject?" Michael then spat, a hint of jealousy and surprise breaking through as he eyed Patrick, his eyes then shifting between the members of this reunion, "Please tell me you're kidding about marrying this reject? The weird band kid you hung out with at your grandmothers? You were so unimportant in high school I can't even remember you're name!"

"You're Patrick Stump!" Jessica piped up happily, her facial expression dropping its once bitter scowl for a giddy grin; turning to inform Michael, "That's Patrick Stump."

"Who the fuck is that?" Michael spat back, unamused.

"No need to curse at me!" She huffed before explaining, accomplished, "That's Patrick Stump, he's in the band with the song all over the radio and they had that one video with the deer kid in it. It's like ... Fall, something. Fall ... Fall Out Boy! That's Patrick Stump, he's in Fall Out Boy!"

Anger flashed in his eyes now, glazing over with jealousy and regret as Ana snuggled closer to Patrick, widening the smile on her face before piping up enthusiastically, "Michael, this is Patrick, the weird band kid."

Patrick extended his arm for a handshake but Michael just huffed past him, Jessica quick on his heels, grumbling, "Enjoy her buddy, she' well worn in; you're in for an interesting ride."

"Well that wasn't very nice!" Patrick exclaimed like a child as he watched them storm from the building, noticing that Ana's facial expression had dropped.

"Thank you" She mumbled quietly, letting go of the grip she had on his left hand.

With a half-hearted smile he commented, "It would have been nice to know that you were marrying Mike Owens", before returning to his friends to review plans and argue over room arrangements.

Hoisting the last of her bags into the room some time later, he apologized for the eleventh time; yes she was in fact keeping count, "It's better than rooming with just a stranger, but I'm still sorry I'm in here."

Shrugging and offering a half-hearted smile, Ana kicked her shoes off from her seat at the desk, sighing heavily into the tense air of their hotel room. Patrick sighed just as heavily as he lugged a folder cot to the corner of the room, adjusting it for ample room to unfold when needed.

"Are you sure you don't want me to sleep on that?" Ana questioned quietly as he took a seat on the corner of her bed and untied his shoes before kicking them in the same direction of the cot. It was nice enough of him to allow her to stay in their hotel room, but graciously giving up his bed to her built up the guilt.

Shaking his head, he sat forward on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees, "No, its fine, I'm use to it, I often find myself shafted in the bed arrangements."

Minutes crawled as the tension and awkwardness filled the air of the hotel room before Patrick finally ventured toward civil conversation. "So, Mike Owens, huh? What are the odds?"

Burning like a fire, Ana felt her cheeks flare up with embarrassment; there were things about her past she wanted to keep from Patrick when spilling it all, like the fact that she was engaged to marry one of his biggest high school enemies.

"Can we not talk about that right now?" She sighed heavily, sulking back farther into the chair as he dropped his gaze to the floor. "Thank you for doing that, I appreciate it." Ana graciously mumbled, Patrick just offered a half-hearted smile and nod.

Moments felt like hours now, passing slowly as the tension grew thick around them, neither knowing how to act or what to say. Three weeks ago she ran away from him, and then two days ago she couldn't stand five feet from him without breaking into tears and now here they were, stuck together in an overbooked hotel airport.

"Well" Patrick broke the silence once again, "This is awkward." Ana responded with nothing more than a deep sigh as Patrick nervously ruffled his hair with his fingers before pulling his hat back down over his head.

"Listen" He attempted again, "I ... We ..."

"Stop talking" Ana stated, calmly and cautiously rising from her chair and steadily moving toward Patrick.

"What?" He questioned, confused, his body involuntarily rising from the bed to meet her eye level.

"Stop talking" She breathed heavily, her lips lingering now just inches from his, her warm breath sending chills through his entire body, "and kiss me like I know you want to."

Patrick's body shivered involuntarily before his lips were attacking hers, falling back down on the bed, gently pulling her down on top of him. Naturally the kissing led to touching as their lips fought for domination, their hands exploring the foreign domain of each others bodies.

"I promise" Patrick breathed heavily between kisses, "it will be better this time."

Smiling against his lips, she couldn't help but stifle a small laugh as she fumbled with the buckle on his belt, her left hand anxiously exploring, reaching behind the fabric constraint of his jeans, causing a low groan to grumble from deep in his throat.

Sixteen, curious, determined and scared to death in his childhood bedroom while his parents we're at work, that's where the scene played out for the very first time. Skipping school, the conversation and direction of their day ended in all of the wrong places and after weighing out their actions with the consqueneces like civil adults, or rather, nervous, horny teenagers do, they finally put their desire into action a half hour before his father would return home from work. Hands were shaking and fumbling with each awkward movement and it was then over quicker than it began. Ana was unable to stifle the laugh that arose after the first and only five minutes of their sexual escapade came and went. The garage door opened as they fumbled with their clothing, racing to get dressed as Patrick shuffled some papers around his desk in an attempt to look busy. Tossing a book to Ana, setting up a "homework" ploy they vowed that neither would never bring up that Patrick was quick to the finish line, or that Ana cried, pain, not her love for this boy, clearly the only answer he could find.

Neither seemed to have taken their actions into account at this very moment, and the only thoughts Ana could register as he thrust deep inside her, were that time had obviously taught him well, his lips planting heated kisses down her neck and collar bone, his name rushing past her lips, sending shivers up his spine.

A deep, low moan escaped from deep in Patrick's throat again as Ana wiggled and writher beneath him, clutching the bedding and twisting it tightly in her hands.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Erupted from somewhere beyond Ana's view over Patrick's damp, heated frame. Caught up in the heat of their actions and the moment neither heard the door open and both their bodies tensed immediately at the voice breaking the silence.

"Don't stop" She pleaded, breathing heavily into Patrick's ear, her arms around him now, clutching tightly, her nails digging gently into his skin as he graciously obliged to her demand.

"I thought you hated each other!?" Joe shouted, covering his eyes, frantically reach for the door handle, "MY GOD, put a sign on the door or something!"

Moments later the door slammed shut as Patrick slammed into her fragile frame once more sending them both over the edge, an unexplainable bliss crashing through their bodies.

"That was much better" Ana huffed, breathlessly, her gaze locked on the ceiling of this hotel room, where she was laying next to this man, a smile playing across his puffy chapped lips, a boy she had tried so hard to forget, remembering feelings that she tried her hardest to hide. With a deep sigh, she slipped the silver ring off of her left ring finger and tossed it across the room, in the silence, hitting off the wall before landing with a quiet thud on the carpet near her shoes.

His accomplish smile has faded and lying on his back next to her, with the covers pulled tightly over them, his gaze was now fixated on the ceiling next to hers as he searched his braind for any logical thought.

"What now?"