ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ, 1999

“Hey beautiful.”

Patrick leaned on your locker, examining your features, smirking as he stared at you, he ran his hand through his curly dark-brown and shifted his weight slightly.

you playfully rolled your eyes as you continued to get the stuff out of your locker.

”oh y/n, admit you love my ‘dumb smile’..”

he said, referring to how you called his smile dumb whenever you two would be in arguments