Patrick and I sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around me. I love the smell of him. He had his head rested on top of mine when he suddenly shifted his weight. He sat up, myself doing the same. The look in his eyes was serious, I was scared. He glanced down and back up, grasping my hands.

"So. Jade. About our phones." he said. Is something wrong? "What's this about 'Patrick Stump is so hot I'd let him fuck me on a rollercoaster without the seatbelts for free?'"

Shit.

The End.
(Thought I'd give you a funny end. - ͡ -)