You were the only female in the Bowers Gang, and everyone knew not to lay a finger on you if they didn't want to die, you were theirs. And they would pretty much tear down anyone Who dared to touch what's theirs.

Right now you were calmly laying on the couch of you House, a shitty reality show playing in the TV as Patrick laid comfortably on top of you, today he had been unusually calm and clingy, and right now he was using your chest as a pillow and your body as his personal heater.