Kissing In Cars

Mike's POV

"I can't fucking believe he did this to you!" I shouted, throwing my arms in the air.

"It's okay, Mike. I'm okay." Patrick sighed, sitting up.

"No, it's not fucking fine! He can't just hurt you like that!" I was outraged. Vic hurt my Pat!

"Mike seriously, I'm fine! Kellin made me feel a lot better..." Patrick smiled. And that...well that just pissed me off even more. I sat down next to Patrick.

"How? What'd he do?" I asked.

"He gave me a massage...a-and kissed me." Patrick blushed.

"Are you...are you two dating?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Mike..." I didn't want to say anything more. I was mad but most importantly I was jealous.

"It's fine." I spoke bitterly.

"Mi-"

"Just go to sleep." I snapped, getting into bed. I was pissed. Why can't he like me? We kissed first! He...he fucking asked for it too!

-Flashback-

Patrick and I were in our cabin, both laying on the floor, looking at my comic book. We were insanely bored and the cute little blond was content with just reading this with me.

"Hey Mike?" Patrick asked.

"Yea?"

"Are you with anyone?" Patrick asked.

"No, why?" This is getting interesting.

"Well I'm not with anyone either..."

"Where is this going?" I asked, cautiously.

"Wherever you want to take it..." Pat answered softly, moving closer to me. Wow. Patrick sure knows how to be confident when he needs to be.

"Hmm... What did you have in mind?" I asked. I glanced down at his lips, biting down on my own.

"I don't know...maybe we could have a little fun?" Patrick whispered. He looked down to my lips. God, I never knew how sexual little pat could be. I'd definitely never expect this from him.

"Maybe..." I answered, leaning in closer. We didn't say anything else, because right then is when he closed the gap in between us. His hands latched onto my shirt as he pulled me down on him while he laid back on the floor. Our lips engulfed each other in a fast and desperate way. It felt amazing, he made me feel so good, yet a little bit nervous at the same time, and I had this warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I straddled him, rocking my hips up and down a bit on his area.

"Fuck, Mike, more..." Pat moaned. I kissed his neck, slowly inching my way to his chest but then a loud knock on the door stopped me from going any further.

"Open up!" It was Adam. Fuuuuckkk.

I hesitantly got off of Patrick and fixed my now loose shirt while Pat fixed his hair. I walked I the door and opened it up with a flushed face.

"Come on, time for the next activities!" Adam grinned.

-End Flashback-

How could that kiss not mean a thing to him? He had me thinking about it like crazy.

"Can I make it up to you, Mike?"

I shot up in bed, already angry enough and now I just wanted to sleep.

"How, Patrick?! How are you gonna make it up to me?!" I spoke loudly.

"I...I don't know..." Patrick spoke in defeat.

"Yea, exactly. Goodnight." I growled. I laid back down on the bed an rolled over, throwing the blanket over myself completely.

-

The next morning I felt guilt wash over me as I remember how rude I'd been to Pat. I sat up, looking over at Patrick's bed. He was there, huddled up in a little ball, sleeping away.

"Fuck you." Damn him for being so cute. I got out of bed, walking over to Pats bed. When I got to him, I sort of fell into a daze, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so cute...kind of like a little teddy bear. I got on my knees and rested my elbows on the edge of the bed.

"Pat?" I whispered. Nothing.

"Paaaat." Again, nothing. Well, whispering's not gonna work.

I pushed the hair out of his face and caressed his cheek before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips. When I pulled apart, he was looking at me a little surprised.

"Mike...what, what was that for?" Pat blushed. I laughed, taking his face in my hands and smashing my lips onto his again. He didn't do anything at first but then he started kissing me back softly. I tugged on his bottom lip, sliding my tongue into his warm mouth. He was giving into the kiss even more and more with every passing second, so I thought I'd stop.

I stopped, got up and smirked at him.

"M-Mike...I'm..I'm with Kellin. You know that, why would you...don't do that, Mike. Y-You can't do that." Pat said frantically.

"You know you like it...and you know why I'm doing it."

"Mike, please stop." Pat whispered.

"I'm just trying to show you who really likes you here." I sighed.

"Kellin does like me. H-He kisses me and he...he make me feel better and he-he cares about me." Pat defended.

"Pat, are you blind? He doesn't love you. He loves Victor. You know, my brother? Yea him. He loves him. He was just using you to make him jealous, I mean come on, did you forget about what happened in the cafeteria yesterday? He doesn't like you. I like you and I want you and I can be the one to make you happy, not him. He. Doesn't. Like. You." I insisted. But by the time I was finished, Patrick was crying and he looked so hurt. I instantly regretted opening my mouth.

"Well I sure as hell don't like you! You're a fucking jerk!" Patrick cried. I was approaching him but he got up and stormed outside. I ran after him but he was going in the direction of Kellin's cabin.

I got there shortly after he did and he was just standing there, blocking the view of whatever made him freeze. I walked around him to get a better look. Kellin and Vic were cuddled up on the bed under the covers.

"Pat-" I tried to speak.

"Kellin..." Pat choked out loud enough for them to both wake up from their slumber. Kellin shot up, rushing over to Pat. What I didn't expect was what Patrick did next.

When Kellin got to Pat, he pulled Kellin in for a kiss but Kellin wasn't kissing back.

"W-Why aren't you kissing me back?" Patrick finally asked, after Kellin just standing there in shock. Pat looked so sad. I couldn't help but feel this was all my fault. And it was, because I had to tell him all those nasty things. What's wrong with me?

"Pat...I'm sorry, th-things happened...I-"

"So you did use me to make him jealous? I thought you liked me..." Pat said in a small voice. He wasn't crying anymore but the sadness in his eyes was shining full on through.

"I should of known...it always happens. Always." Pat whispers. He doesn't give Kellin time to say anything because before we know it, he's storming out of the cabin again.

"Fuck!" Kellin groans, ready to run after Pat. I stop him.

"Don't." Is the only thing I say to him before running after Patrick myself.

Notes

Forgot to update on here again xD /.\ but there's another one as well so I'll post that one after a few people read this one. Or tomorrow.

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