Everyone knew there was something between you and Patrick Feely. Even if you two insisted on saying that you were "just friends", no one believed it. Not even you.

Friends don't look at each other that way.

Friends don't stay like that glued to each other when no one is watching.

Friends don't make the heart race with such a simple touch.

And he... well, Patrick knew. I knew that what you had was strange, undefined - but it was also his, and he didn't want to touch that without knowing if he would lose you in the process.

But, of course, it was enough for you two to show up at the Kavanagh's house... that everyone noticed. EVERYONE.

Mainly because of the way Feely looked at you.

It wasn't subtle.

It wasn't discreet.

It was a look that went beyond the limit of the acceptable to "ok, they are DEFINITELY having sex".

You were on the balcony, pretending to touch something in the bag before leaving there for a few minutes, maybe breathing, maybe running away from that heavy look of Patrick that burned the back of your neck.

But he noticed immediately.

"I'm going to get water," he murmured in the middle of Gibsie's sentence, already getting up before any answer, as if he was attracted to you without even thinking.

Lie.

He wasn't going to get water.

He was going after you.

You were leaning on the balcony parapet, taking a deep breath, when you heard slow steps behind you. And of course, it was him.

Patrick leaned his shoulder against the door frame, that crooked little smile that he was clearly trying to hide appearing at the corner of his mouth, his hands still in the pockets of his sweatshirt.

"What are you up to here alone, huh?" He asked softly, the hoarse and loaded voice of that provocation that only he could do. "Runing away from me?"

He knew very well that you weren't there for the bag. That I didn't need anything. That only... needed a moment away from all eyes.

"Is everything okay?" He continued, taking a step closer - that step that no one took by accident. "Do you want help with something?"

Help how, exactly?

His eyes made it very clear.

You were a few steps away from the room, where everyone talked - but for him, it seemed that there was no one else in the world besides you two.

He knew it shouldn't be so obvious.

But Patrick didn't care.

Not at all.

What you had was dangerous, undefined, intense - but at that moment, he only thought of one thing:

You.