Let's make some changes. So most of the chapters are third person but let's make this one first person.
Sooooo let's get it on. And TRIGGER WARNING uses abuse.

The sun set is beautiful, of course from the top of a hill. Patrick and I always sat here when the sun was coming down everyday, like we are now. I'm homeschooled and I don't have any friends, but I do have Patrick. Patrick goes to public school but everyone picks on him and hates him for no reason. He never felt like he belonged, but I understood him and he understands me.
Sometimes the people at the park give us dirty looks cause two 17 year olds sit under a tree on top of the hill at the park everyday.

This is the spot we met three years ago..

Three years ago...

I was playing soccer with my parents and other siblings. My older brother kicked the soccer ball so high it landed on top of the hill.
"Really mark. Y/N can you get the ball?" My dad asked. I nodded and ran up the hill digging through the bush the ball landed in. I grabbed the ball. but before I can return to my family I heard sobbing on the other side. I saw a boy around my age but he had a eye with the colors of brown, purple and blue surrounding it.
"Hello are you alright?" I asked him standing next to him sitting down beside him.

"I'm sorry of I'm bothering you with my crying, I can't burden you with my problems."
I decided to give this pour boy a hug. He eventually gave into the hug and cried into my shoulder.
"Please I asked you if I could know." He stayed silent four several minutes but spoke up.
"Thanks for comforting me, a total stranger. What's your name?" He asked feeling better looking at me with a smile that could melt a million angels.
"Y/N."
"I'm Patrick! I don't want to bother you but maybe we can hang out sometime?"

"I'm sorry I don't have a phone yet. But how about we meet back here 4:30 tomorrow?" He nodded in agreement. We said goodbye and I headed back to my family. "Why were you taking so long?" My sister questioned. "I was helping somebody. Now let's continue the game!"

Present

We met the day after that one, and the day after that one and made it our routine to meet their everyday. We told each other stories about one another, fun jokes and talked about family etc.
Two years after we met he kept on showing up with more and more bruises everywhere. I had enough of asking cause he always avoided the subject. One day I demanded for him to tell me and he did, he was being abused. There was a lot of crying that day since, we met here everyday so he had a chance to escape that hell hole.

Here we are today still doing the same as we do everyday.

Tomorrow..

I waited under the tree today but he still hasn't shown up. Fifteen minutes later he still hasn't arrived. I'm starting to get worried. I remember him telling me what his address was, encase something bad happened. I wasted no time running down the street in the direction of his home.

Once i reached his front door i heard yelling coming from inside his establishment. "YOU WANNA THROW YOUR LIFE AWAY TO BE WHAT?!?! A MUSICIAN?!" His father yelled. "IT'S MY LIFE! AND LIKE YOU EVEN CARED ABOUT IT!" He yelled back. It was the last thing i heard before the door flung open hitting me in the face. "ow!" I whined. Patrick was the one who opened the door. he imminently rushed over to me once he knew i was hurt. I saw his face he looked worse then i did, with his bloodshot eyes, hair ruffled  without a hat, a slap mark on his face, a black eye and a backpack slumped over his shoulder.
"Y/N are you okay?" He asked in concern, even at this state he is still the sweet guy I know and love.
"Forget about me! What happened to you?!?!"
"I'll explain at the tree." He sighed.

We climbed up the hill and sat ourselves down on the gigantic roots of the tree. I rested my head on his shoulder trying to calm him, because he looked very frustrated.
"Can you please tell me?" I softly asked. He started full on sobbing into my shoulder.
"They wanted to force me into college. But I wanted to become a musician but they didn't let me. That's why we were arguing and I decided I wanted to get away. I packed my bags and was about to leave but I met you at the door. And here we are." He was now a bit more calm explaining. We sat in silence, it wasn't awkward but very comforting.
"Can you please sing?"
I'm the only one who's heard his voice. Once I heard it I instantly fell in love with it. He only sang once and that was last year but I want to hear it again.
"What song?"
"Goodbye the yellow brick road." I requested.
He took a deep breath closing his eyes letting the soft tune leave his mouth.

"When are you gonna come down?

When are you going to land?

I should have stayed on the farm.

I should have listened to my old man!

But now you can't hold me forever.

I didn't sign up to my with you.

I'm not a present for your friends to open.

this boys to young to be singing the.."

"BLU-U-u-Use! Ah ah ah ah ah!" I sang along with him. He once again flashed me a smile that I would never forget.

"So goodbye the yellow brick road.

Where the dogs of society howl.

You can't lock me in your penthouse!

I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods.

hunting the horny back toad.

Oh I finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road."

He finished. I gave him a slow clap while he chuckled at my silliness.
"Can I tell you one thing Y/N?" He asked sincerely. I slowly nodded against his chest.
"I love you."
"I love you to Patrick." After our confession we both sat up and stated in to the others eyes. He cupped my face with his hands while I passionately kiss his lips. We both waited so long for this but now was the time. We pulled away and did nothing but stare.
"Can you be my girlfriend?"
"Is a fat baby funky?"
He just chuckled and briefly kissed me again. We cuddled each other until the sun came down and we spent the night staring at the sky. Until we fell asleep under the stars.

Me and you setting in a honeymoon

If I woke up next to you.

I have to say I'm pretty happy about this one.
Thanks for reading Lov you all💋💋