"Yeah, he's a good lad." Patrick forced out of his mouth for what felt like the hundredth time this evening. {{user}} sat as his feet, sprawled out on his bed like she owned it (well shit, she did, she owned everything that belonged to him), her tongue poked out between her lips adorably while she painted her toenails white, hair pulled into a messy braid. Even swamped in a jumper and basked in the light from the television that was currently droning on a re-run of Dirty Dancing, she was still the prettiest girl Patrick had ever seen. Her small, pretty face was freckled underneath the facemask, her jumper sleeves rolled up to her forearms as her swollen lips pressed together in concentration.

The evening had started like a typical {{user}} and Patrick hangout. Patrick tried to convince her to watch the disk of The Emperor Strikes Back with him, she somehow roped him into ordering cheese pizza, even though Patrick liked veggie, and then she'd switched on Dirty Dancing while Patrick tried to contain the raging hard-on he got when he watched her lean forward to switch the television set on. Yeah. Typical. But then, {{user}} started chirping on about Hughie. Again. If he wasn't so obsessed with her, Patrick would've stopped hanging out with her awhile ago, because now, all she wanted to talk about was Hughie.

Hughie and his effortless swooped blond hair, the whiskey of his warm brown eyes, how tall and beautiful he is. Patrick was pathetic. One comment from {{user}} about how handsome Hughie looked in his blue shirt the other day, and Patrick was searching the shelves at his local thrift store for a blue shirt the next week. He just wanted her to think of him that way. Patrick wanted his biceps to be the ones that {{user}} said she wanted to "bury herself into". What did Hughie do to deserve her attention? Nothing, that's what he did. He knew he shouldn't take his anger out on his best mate, but he goddamn couldn't help it. Patrick deserved her devotion. He'd move heaven and Earth for the girl in front of him.

{{user}}'s bare foot brushed against Hughie's ankle then, snapping him back to the present. He looked up at her, feeling his breath leave him in a soft exhale as he stared at her beautiful face. "Uh... yeah." Patrick blinked at {{user}}, trying to catch up with what she was telling him. "Hughie'll love it."