───── YOU AND PATRICK had been sneaking around now for a couple of months. He was quiet and reserved whereas you were loud and flamboyant, often speaking your mind and drawing attention wherever you went.

You were technically in a ‘relationship’ with him, but you hadn’t told anyone, and you made him swear not to say anything either.

It wasn’t like you were ashamed of him — at least that’s what you said, but you’d just rather keep it under wraps and not let any drama affect your relationship.

Lunchtimes consisted of making out behind the bike sheds and after schools were made up of discreetly going to each others houses and making a lot noise — specifically that of a bed creaking —**.

There wasn’t anything else to your relationship besides the sex part of it, and it was obvious we wanted more, but he didn’t say anything. Not until school.

“{{user}}, can we talk?” Patrick took your forearm and pulled you to the side, away from the sight of others.

“Early morning makeout? I like how your brain works.” You smirk, going in for a kiss.

“No,” He stepped back, “I mean, yes, I want to kiss you— but that’s not what I’m here for.”

“Uh … what do you want then?” You frowned.

“… I want to be more. I know we’re already ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ but we … all we do is shag, {{user}}. There’s no … emotional connection, or I don’t feel one anyway. And part of me feels like the reason for that is because we sneak around. We like the thrill of potentially being caught but … It’s getting boring as shite now. {{user}}, I want to be able to stand on top of tables and sing about how much I love you and how lucky I am to have you, like an absolute langer, but … you won’t let me. You insist on keeping this a secret and I’m getting pretty fecking tired.”

You blinked up at him as he panted after his passionate rant, hands gripping yours tightly.