i saw the last
car pull away and i walked back into pats room. he was
sitting up in his bed still, and he patted a spot next to
him. i sat down gently to not rock the bed.
"how are you feeling?" i asked him.
"pretty okay. that cake really hit the spot." he
said with a smile.
"i'm glad." i said, and he took my hand and
intertwined it with his.
"you still have the bracelet." he commented.
"of course, i'm not going to take it off. except for
soccer. sorry baby i have to." i said, looking over at
him. he was just staring at me, with that look on his
"what ?" i asked.
"what?" he asked.
"why are you looking at me like that?" i asked.
"like what?" he asked, clearly confused.
"like you can't believe your eyes." i said.
"i can't." he said with a smile.
"it's just me pat. nothing special." i
"nothing special?" he asked. "devon, you are
easily the most beautiful girl i know." he clarified.
"stop that." i said, turning away. my face was
turning red. but he couldn't mean anything like that.
there were clearly prettier girls than me, and a lot skinnier. my
eyes started to water, but i managed to keep the tears in.
i knew better than to doubt pat, but now, there was no possible
way he could be serious.
"stop what? devon turn around and look at me." he
said. i stared at the wall.
"devon. look at me. please." i grudgingly
turned to face him.
"baby don't cry." he said.
"but pat." i said, tears started to spill over.
"how can you possibly mean any of that? i've never
been more than average, and, well below average. and here
you sit saying i'm the most beautiful girl. pat please
don't lie to me. because stupid girls like me believe the
lies guys like you say. and i usually end up getting hurt
because of them."
"devon. i would never lie to you about that. how
can i prove that i love you and every single part of
"i don't know." i said, sliding down my feet and laying
my head of one of his pillows. he did the same, but he did
a little slower and more gingerly. he eventually got there,
and took my hands in his.
"alright, i'll explain each." he said.
"first, " he began, reaching his good hand over to
stroke my face. "you are very pretty. you have
big, brown eyes, and in the light, they have outer edges of
"wow, no one ever notices that." i commented.
"i did." he said. he then poked my nose. "i
love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. and your
lips." he began. "your lips are amazing, the way
you let yours touch mine."
"like what?" i asked.
"would you like me to show you?" he asked.
i just nodded my head. his hand stroked my cheek, and we
got closer and he kissed me passionately. then his hand
went onto the small of my back, and i wrapped my arms around his
neck gingerly, trying not to hurt him. i started to get
lightheaded, so i pulled away, and said breathlessly "i
"wait." he said breathlessly. "i just have
one more thing to say."
"what?" i asked.
"well i do look at you because i feel like i'm the luckiest
guy in the world. and you make me feel that way
devon. i've always thought you were pretty, and i've always
in one way wanted you. and then i finally met you.
you showed me a whole different side that any guy would be lucky
enough to see, and can you just tell me, what did i do to deserve
"well, to clarify things, i've always thought of you as
good-looking, but i never thought you would be, to my
'type.' i thought you were typical jock who went for the
skinny, blonde haired blue eyed cheerleader. so i was
surprised when you asked me out. and you deserve me because
you took me at my worst. in my darkest hour you were there
for me, and you saw through every single one of my imperfections
to make me feel whole again. so you definitely deserve me."
"and another thing." he said. "i've always
sort of pictured me with you. well not exactly you, but
someone like you. but i only got lucky enough to have so
much better." he said.
"pat." i began, and he put a finger to my lips.
"i have another question." he said.
"why were you late? i personally thought i was gonna
cry if you weren't here soon." he said. "with everyone
together, it doesn't make it right if your not there, actually it
makes it hurt."
"huh, well its not just me then." i said "i feel
the same way."
"good." he said, and he proceded to kiss me as
passionately as he did