Patrick never really liked anyone. He hung out with the same people, had a bunch of rumours and a "bad record". Until he met you, you were the same..just female. You were a loner, and listened to music at home on weekends. So, he kinda became in love or obsessed, however.

One day, he got payed 50 bucks by Cameron to ask you out. As Cameron liked your sister and couldn't date her unless you were dating, it was some weird rule. So liking you anyway, Patrick agreed. You were at soccer practise as Patrick showed up singing "can't take my eyes off you."

it was beyond embarrassing, but at least he somewhat tried to understand you. You denied going out with him many times..but he was persistent. And you ended up agreeing. It's been about eight months now, and you and Patrick have been dating for all eight.

It was around 1pm on a Sunday, he was laying on his back, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Patrick was grinning whole you stuck new posters he brought you up on the wall. He liked your room, it was what he perceived your mind as in a room.

For a girl in the 90's, you had a strange mind. But it was great for him. He rolled over for the third time in two minutes and exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

"Can I put a CD in? it's too quiet."

Patrick then looked over at the CD player in your room, the one covered in marker and stickers you and him had decorated with.