𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧? (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

Keep It To Yourself

After stopping at the motel to grab my stuff, check out, and pay, we went over to Patrick's house. About the entire walk there he had his arn around me. At first it was a little weird but I eventually got used to it. Once we got to his place, his mother opened the door to greet us. How she knew we were there, I have no idea.

"Welcome home sweetie" She smiled kindly.

"Don't call me that" Patrick said quickly as he pushed through the door, dragging me with him as he held my wrist. I stopped abruptly to actually greet his mother back.

"Hello Miss Hockstetter, I'm [Y/n]" I held out my hand. She shook it but still seemed unsure of my presence. Was I doing something wrong?

"This is the guy I brought home a few weeks ago, my bitch, remember?" He smiled as his hand began to graze my thigh.

I elbowed him in the rib, "Stop that, I am not your-" I paused and sighed. I looked back over at his mom, she seemed troubled.

"I'm so sorry ma'am" I apologized, although I wasn't entirely sure why.

"Don't be, if anything we should be apologizing for our son's erratic and irresponsible behavior" A man chimed in, only to whom I could assume to be his father. I heard a scoff come from Patrick.

"I suppose that's what I get for being his friend" I joked, trying to ease the tension.

"Friend?" His parents questioned in unison. His mother turned to him with a look of surprise.

"I thought you were only friends with that troubled Henry Bowers boy?" She questioned.

"May I please have my friend back?" He sighed, obviously getting annoyed or rather, jealous maybe. Either way, he was very impatient.

"Oh um, I hope you don't mind me staying here for a little bit do you? I promise I won't be a problem!" I smiled lightly.

"If you're a good influence on Patrick, you can stay forever" His father laughed. I heard another huff from Patrick.

"Of course, you can stay in our spare room" His mom gestured upstairs. Patrick quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

"Or he can stay in my room with me." He said, emphasizing the last word. Before anyone could protest, he whisked us both upstairs to his room.

"Well your parents seem really nice" I said, trying to be nice. I did mean it though, they seemed like really kind people.

"Yeah whatever, they're fake anyways" He muttered.

What did he mean by that? I set my stuff in the same corner from when I was first here. I looked at his room again. It was a typical teenager's room. His bed was unmade. Cups, plates, and other trash on the floor along with some clothes overflowing the laundry basket. A pile of single socks sit in their own basket; I decided it was best not to question that one.

"Well isn't this... roomy" I said sarcastically.

"I know, it's perfect," He smirked, "Its better now that you're here."

He winked and I just rolled my eyes as I let out a small chuckle. I began to look around his room as he did mine not too long ago. That's when I noticed the same playboy, looked over to him but didn't say anything.

"So um, what's the sleeping situation" I asked as the thought occurred.

"I mean you could come and sleep with me" Patrick grinned.

"Nice try, Slick" I scoffed.

"Fine, we could pull the mattress from the other room" He suggested. I didn't want to argue with him about having me sleep in there, he was very set on sharing a room.

"Yeah that works" I agreed.

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Night fell and we had everything set up. I started to get undressed and changed for the night. I took off my shirt and I felt eyes on me. I sighed, tired of this already.

"Take a picture, why don't you" I sarcastically suggested.

"Maybe I will, hold still while I go get the camera" Patrick quipped.

"God, you're such a pervert" I sighed.

I felt a cold hand run down my back. I immediately jumped and backed myself into the wall. He pinned me against the wall again and I could feel my heartbeat increase. He tilted his head slightly and licked his lips. I felt a heat begin to rise in my face.

"A pervert? Well I can certainly show you perverted, if that's what you're asking for" He smirked.

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. His green eyes pierced a cold stare into mine.

"No actually, I'm asking for the opposite" I pushed my hand against his chest, "Now keep your eyes and your hands to yourself."

He went back over to his bed while I finished getting changed. I could hear him mutter something along the lines of "No promises."

I laid down on the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. After awhile I noticed Patrick's hand hanging over his bedside. I took this opportunity to look in detail, because if he were awake, he'd most certainly say something. He had big hands, his veins showing, and he wore a braided bracelet around his wrist. I didn't know what I was doing or why I was doing it but I started tracing his hand with my own. Next thing I know, he is awake or something because he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. Any other time I would've pulled away but I was too tired to do anything about it, so I let it be and fall asleep.