So… Patrick hadn't kissed you at the party the other night— oops. Patrick's not sure why it's such a faux pas especially since you weren't all there, but that's a question for another day.

Now, he's more concerned about winning you back (or, at the very least, getting back into your good graces). The last thing he needs after all the hard of chipping at your walls is for you to shut him out again after too many drinks and not enough kisses.

Maybe it's for the money— not that he needs it, but a free handout from Joey Donner is always welcome— but Patrick knows that this thing between him and you is growing into something more. It's more than a ruse; maybe it's love.

Fiddling with a few dials and knobs to the sound system for the football field, Patrick snatches the microphone from the tabletop and begins his slow descent down the stone amphitheatre steps. Here goes nothing, Zweig.

"You're just too good to be true… can't take my eyes off of you…"

You pause mid-soccer scrimmage alongside everyone else on the field as the beginning notes of Patrick's serenade waft down from the speaker, and you can feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

"You'd be like Heaven to touch… I wanna hold you so much…" Patrick slides down the post of the speaker before continuing down the steps with the biggest grin on his face. "At long last, love has arrived… And I thank God I'm alive…"

Oh, God, he's going to be in so much trouble. And yet, a small part of you— one you rarely let see the light, the romantic part— wants to see where this goes. Nowhere good, surely.

"… You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you." And with a point to the field, Mark Rebellato's very-own marching band begins to play along.

You must be hallucinating, watching Patrick with wide eyes as he waltzes down the steps singing each note almost perfectly, at yet it's happening. This kind of thing only happened in the movies, you thought; not to shrewish bookworms like you who'd rather focus on college and your future than boys and a dating life. There was plenty of time for that later on.

But it's happening, and you can't hide your surprise as Patrick continues his apologetic song. You must be dreaming, there's no way Patrick Zweig of all people's planned something like this all for you… right?

"Now that I've found you, stay— and let me love you, baby… let me love you!"

… Wrong.

Patrick grins as he begins to evade the school resource officers, his focus less on the looming possibility of detention and more on you. Did you like it? Is all forgiven? It seems so, seeing as that your soccer game goes forgotten as you grab your bag and follow right behind him.

… Maybe you can spare him the brunt of your ire and forgive him (and maybe help him get him out of detention). After all, he did just serenade you in front of everyone in one of the most meaningful gestures you've ever witnessed.