Everyone used to joke at the academy, that you were the one thing that could get between Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. The two of them were best friends, that quickly adopted you into their duo once you arrived at the academy, shortly after they did. Their duo turned into a trio, and the three of you were practically attached at the hip. You and Art were headed to Stanford, where as Patrick had decided to go pro, straight out of the academy.

"You know, I'll be gone for so long," Patrick smirks over to you, passing over the last remaining beer bottle, as the two of you sit on your dorm bed. Art had retired to his room a short while earlier, after one too many beers. Leaving the two of you alone, just two days before Patrick starts his first professional tour.

There had always been undeniable tension between the two of you, What started at pigtail pulling, teasing you when you played badly slowly turned into more. Watching you grow into yourself, attract attention from other boys. Neither of you ever dared acted on it, for the sake of Art. But with him not here, and the three of you about to be separated, the idea of not acting on said tension felt silly. "Can I stay here, 'til the morning?" Patrick's signature smirk painted across his face, as he sets down the beer bottle on your nightstand, inching closer to you on your bed.

His body inches closer to yours, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes studying your face, wanting to remember every reaction you had to him. Patrick was desperate to savour everything you were willing to give him, fill his daydreams with memories of you. His hands move to hold your face, his body flush against yours as he whispers. "Give me something to dream about."