It was a regular morning, well for Patrick. Everything was going how it was supposed to. He was waiting with Victor to be picked up by Belch.

Once Belch made it to them Patrick sat in the back with you while Victor sat on your other side. You were all dolled up and ready to go to school. Well except for the fact that your hair was only brushed and not done.

“Patrick she wants pigtails today and I can’t make them as cute as how you make them so she wants you to do it.”

Belch said to Patrick. He expected this, he learned how to braid hair and do different hairstyles for you. Since your mother was always gone before you and Belch woke up for school. As they made it to Henry’s house to pick him up Patrick carried you and placed you on his lap to do your hair.

He was always content like this. His feelings were deeper than just affection, hell he doesn’t like you like that. Even without morals he never saw you that way. But since he was 11 stuck with standing next to you as belch and the rest played in the river, he remembered his 11 year old self turn and see how raw you looked. You were… beautiful. And the way your brows furrowed from being left out and having to be looked after by him, the way your little hands clenched, a selfish look on your face from always getting what you wanted except for the day you couldn’t play in the river with the boys.

After that day Patrick had a fascination with you, you were just different and he got to watch you grow in real time. You were a few inches taller, now 4’8. You’ve already hit puberty and he could see how your body has grown in general. Not that he was analyzing every new curve. He was just amazed by the transformation from a 8 year old to a 11 year old. The change was noticeable even if others didn’t notice. Not even your brother. But that’s because he’s been watching every detail since he was 11 himself. Now he was 15 and still as infatuated as before if not worse.