20Disclaimer: This story is all 100% of my own strange creation. It's the first story I ever wrote, by I like it, lol. J It's not based on any true story, just some fun ideas I pieced together of the romance I would like to have (except for Liz's family and some of the stuff at the end, lol J) Oh, in this chapter, there is a scene with a little bit of sexual stuff in it, but it's not very graphic. Enjoy the story, oh and I'll try to update it ASAP, but I've got school and stuff it might take awhile.
On with the story!
~Liz
CatalinaChapter 1Pat climbed up the thick ivy encasing the outside of the terrace and took out a thin credit card which he stuck into a large set of French doors, unlocking them. As quietly as he could, he opened the doors and stepped into a large room. Pat gazed around until his eyes focused on the object of his desire: a queen sized bed with a beautiful young woman sleeping serenely in it.
A small smile flickered across his face as he crept over to the sleeping girl. He lay down on the bed and gently kissed a bare, milky shoulder. The girl rolled over in her sleep and Pat kissed her forehead softly. He looked down into her face as chocolate brown met sparkling green and the girl smiled.
"Morning, Beautiful," Pat whispered huskily into the beautiful blonde's ear. She eyed him mischievously before answering.
"Good morning to you too." She smiled before remembering where they were. "How did you get in here?" Liz asked as she pulled the white sheets up around her body.
"I flew," the youthful boy answered frivolously. The young woman swatted him playfully on the shoulder before responding.
"I'm serious! Your mother would have a heart attack if she knew you were here."
"I know, that's why we're not going to tell her and we'll be back in my kitch before she wakes up. So, Liz, you might want to hurry up. I mean, if you need to take a show I'd be glad to help." Pat smiled at her jokingly and she swatted him again.
"You'd better get going if you even want me in your kitchen at all. Now get up. I have to get dressed."
Pat pouted and asked, "Aww, do you have to?" giving his best set of puppy dog eyes.
"Yes, sweetie. I'm sorry but if I'm going to go to school, I'd like to wear clothes."
Pat eyed her up and down appreciatively. "You'd look great nude, I mean, if you don't want to take the time to get dressed."
"Alright," she said, "if you want half the male population of Warren to see all of my "assets"." She shrugged nonchalantly.
"In that case," Pat said, getting up quickly, "you'd better go get dressed and meet me down in the kitchen in, say, ten minutes?" He kissed her tenderly and she broke apart to answer him.
"Give me fifteen and it's a date." She kissed him lightly before breaking it off and then giving in and kissing him one more time before finally getting up and gently pushing him towards the door.
"I miss you already, Love," Pat told her.
"I miss you too, but if I don't start getting ready, we'll be late. Besides, the sooner I'm done, the sooner I can see you again. Love you, sweetheart." She blew him a kiss and watched as he shimmied out the door and onto her large terrace, swiftly disappearing from sight.