Patrick Miller II's Story

Patrick Miller

Entering the building he surveyed around and looked for nearest place to plan. Dropping his rucksack, he found a sofa.

Falling down on the cushiony material Patrick smirked and let his eyes wander towards each and everyone of the girls.

There was the grunge reject Charlie, she would be a screamer that's for sure. Although he wasn't into the whole look she had going for her. Dirty blond hair with more make-up than a Hot Topic's band catalogue. He heard stories about Charlie, if he was bored enough, drugs could tempt her. Not exactly last choice, but not the best candy he seen, plus virgins had more going for them, Charlie was as much a virgin as Patrick was a saint.

On to next girl, a natraul red head, but did the carpet match the drapes. He sniggered out loud, and continued. From trip he had heard her name was Callie, and she had a lot going for her, the innocent, the naivety and the ability to shape her according to his whims. Although would it be worth it? She would need a bit of coaxing, alcohol would help a lot, but he only had so much 'supplies'. Would it be worth it, was she a screamer, or was she quietly moaning? Hmm, she seemed promising, but Christmas presents can suck.

Low and behold we had the lithe one, flexible and very fit. This one could be a lot of fun if he could use her insecurities against her, to get her to be interested in him. Although he had been fooled by skin before, and those who show a lot, well they tend to not be as good when unwrapped. One thing though, it was easy to undress her in his mind, not much left to imagination leg wise, but top wise, well that could be fun.

Now there was the fake red-head but nothing else seemed fake no sirree, infact seemed very real, and though she wore make-up the 'lil whore, that was something you had to deal with often. Now as for her look very young looking, but she had said she was 16, that was good enough for him. So really sounds worth it, now would she be a first choice or would it be best to go with another one. The younger ones often wanted boyfriends and expected them as such, but broken promises never did any harm.

And finally the actual blond, pouty lips to boot and a great bod, he knew her name as Ella from school. Unfortunately not had a real chance to try her. But as for best chance he had, she seemed the most straight forward and probably was also a screamer.

Well that was that settled, time for a celebratory drink, his holiday was sorted, sex drugs and sex again.

”I’m not sure why you think it’s okay for you to just disappear for the week.” Shaun growled as he stood outside Andy’s front door. “Have you talked to mom and dad about this? You’re going with that goody two-shoes Gabe? And a bunch of other pot-heads?”

“Beats being home.” Andy replied, acid in her tone. “Especially if you’re going to be here…”

Shaun had shoved her so hard that her head rattled, spots appearing behind her vision. She was fortunate enough to get inside the house and lock herself in her room before he could do any more damage.

Andy was interrupted from her quiet musings when a very distinct smell permeated the vehicle.

“Ok, seriously guys! If you’re going to crack a jack, open a window or something!” Andy shouted towards the back of the van. The entire car was stuffy, in spite of the air conditioning that Gabriel’s poor vehicle was trying to pump out. Of course, the red head was mostly kidding, but in an environment where everyone was sitting in cramped quarters, the smallest infraction of personal space was bound to be misconstrued. For Callie’s benefit, Andy signed what she said, and glanced to the side of Gabe’s face as he drove.

That boy…

There was something distinctly different about the way he’d been treating her lately. Not just in the car, but in the few days leading up to their big trip. She’d always been pretty close to Gabe, closer than she had been to any guy, so the subtle things she’d noticed hadn’t really come as some kind of a big surprise at first. But now, with the small smiles, his occasional embraces, even reaching over to just touch her shoulder, to convey comfort, it was hard for her to ignore that something was off.

At the same time though, she couldn’t say that she minded all that much. It wasn’t that Gabe was bothering her with his…advances? She wasn’t even sure what to call them. But with the anxiety she’d started to feel towards the end of the trip, and the sense of claustrophobia she got as they pulled up to the Cabin, she was starting to read into things a little more than she was used to, and it made her feel uptight, uncomfortable, even a little concerned.

It wasn’t all that fair, really. For all she knew, Gabe was just being his normal, comforting, caring self. She liked him for that. Everyone did. He was a good guy.

Making eye contact with Callie, Andy reached over and prodded the girl in the shoulder. “This’ll be fun.” She promised, smiling and turning back to face the front just as Gabe went and pulled into the long drive that sat outside of the Cabin.

“Everyone grab their own shit!” Andy hollered as she pushed the door open and all but spilled outside. Gravel crunched under her sandaled feet, the smell of pine and fresh air nearly making her sneeze with its freshness. Andy wrinkled her nose, scratching at a spot behind her ear before going to the back to start unloading everyone’s suitcases.

When she found her own beat-up duffel, she yanked it out of the pile, slung it over her shoulder, then stood by and waited for Callie to get her things. The red-head would help where she was needed, but for the moment, she felt it was safest for her to remove herself from the chaos that would be initial unloading and re-loading of the Cabin.

This cantankerous group of teens was going to be making some noise, and a serious mess by the end of this trip. She just knew it, and the thought had her smiling wide.

"Callie!" she called should the girl happen to look her way. "I'm heading inside. I'll save us a room, ok?"

She took a few steps back, waving to the girl before turning on her heel and stepping inside. There was Patrick, the one serious problem with the entire trip, looking for all the world like a child in a toy store. She gave him a slight smile for politeness' sake, then walked past him, deciding that she'd play it safe and just put as much distance between him and her as possible. She'd have to watch Callie around that one too. No sense in letting her get mixed up with his type.

"I got the room FURTHEST away from the bathroom!" she shouted out of the bedroom towards the others.

Patrick Miller

Patrick tugged his rucksack up and threw it open declaring loudly, "I christen this place PARTY CENTRAL. May we all bathe in the nectar of the Gods." he then pulled out a two packets of beer and ripped one off for Charlie and another for himself, "Hey nerd boy put on the fucking sound system we pulled you here for!"

Sitting back he smirked and replied to Charlie, "I wonder what you look like without that make-up, less like a Hot Topic's reject I bet."

“I look like yer fuckin' mom is what.” Charlie scoffed as she cracked open the beer and took a sip, re-shouldering her bag and calling over to Gabe, who'd organized this whole mess and was kind enough to invite her, though she wasn't really sure why. She appreciated the gesture, it was nice to get out of that humdrum town they called home. She had wanted city lights and urban trendspotting- but she supposed a fancy cabin in the middle of bumfuck nowhere would have to do.
“So how's the room situation go, slumber party or is this a co-ed affair? And secondly who wants to room with me. I promise I keep my shit to my half and I won't go through your stuff.”

Without waiting for an answer, she clicked her way down the hallway where the bedrooms were and selected the first one that didn't already have somebody's bags in it before dumping her stuff onto the bed. She'd let Fate determine who her roomie would be. It was more fun that way, she thought. Throw caution to the wind. Maybe she'd actually make some new friends. She didn't know this group of people all that well.

Devin's sound equipment immediately caught her attention upon her return, the beer still grasped in her ringed fingers. “Ah, don't worry about it. Nerds are the best. Devin you said? Call me Charlie.”

She nodded at everybody else. “Because I didn't do much introducing in the car. I am a little scatterbrained like that- ya know?”

Patrick Miller

Seeing Charlie sit back down next to him, she smiled a little, not even cruel smile just a smile. Whether he would admit this outside of his head, her and him were very similar. Highly similar, only difference was the money, usually the case wasn't it. Still he could see why he overstepped his usual banter, not that he cared, but someone he could get high with was fun.

Coughing awkwardly he simply said, "That last remark was too far, I've got some pot with me, care to share a draw?" Damn why was he being nice, well despite what he knew, but hell, he shouldn't be even this kind to girls. Then why was he?

Ripping another beer off, he popped the lid and started to drink some more, while pulling out his mobile and seeing the reception was down to two bars, not a problem really, but it certainly was strange as place did seem to have electricity.

Patrick Miller

Nodding he tried to reason to himself, this was over years ago, and things had changed so much, but something about her. Maybe it was fact she didn't really care about anything much, seeing her scowl at phone, he pulled out his own and offered it, "It's got some reception. Tell anyone I was nice though and..." He couldn't even finish threat.

Sighing he took another long sip and laughed a little, it was a holiday, it was time to have fun not mope over the past. Not mope over certain events, how things broke and why. No it was time to sit back drink illegally and get high.

Get a hold of yourself Patrick, the past is just that the past.

Although he could still remember, blood, blood and shattered glass.

Patrick Miller: Smiling a little again he seemed off-put by that fact and was going to reply something, but it was too late. Seeing Stefan he replied ina warning tone, "Take this beer and don't dare you say you saw anything." With that he switched on TV, as the set turned on, he heard a strange interference noise before the TV just started smoking before it went off altogether. Patrick stared in utter confusion and yelled, "Hey nerd boy, the TV just died, fix it!".

What the fuck, he had dished near 5 grand out on this place, and the TV just stopped working, what the hell!

Ella sat in the car while everyone else got out and went right in side. She still felt uneasy but she knew she had to get out because of that weird feeling in the car..it was almost like she wasn't alone. Quickly she got out, pulling her bag with her and all but ran to the house but she stopped at the door a pout setting on her lips before she spoke. "Well.. I'm not rooming with you. " she stated pointing at Patrick before crossing her arm's over her chest and leaning on the side of the door. "In fact i think i'll room with one of the girls, their all less likely to molest me in the middle of the night." she said glancing around the room. So far Ella had gathered that Patrick was the horny prick out of the group, and really she wasn't all sure if she could deal with him without going off on him right away.

Ashley Breeze headed into the building, feeling quite dizzy. That had a been a...strange journey. She looked around the room. Of course, that asshole Patrick had already jumped on the sofa and was taking out a few packs of beer. "Hey nerd boy put on the fucking sound system we pulled you here for!" he yelled. Ash rolled her eyes and dragged her heavy bag in through the door.

She looked around the house, trying to find the bedroom. She slipped her bag under her bed and went to leave the room, before noticing that there was someone else in the room. She looked over at her, and remembered her name was Callie. She gave a small nod at her direction, and left the room. She slumped into a chair by the sofa. Patrick was trying to flirt with Charlie. Ash rolled her eyes and took out her phone. Two bars. She sighed. Her phone was going painfully slow.

Patrick Miller: He smiled a little when he saw her, then turned away, "Do you ever wish Jacob?" Why, why, why was he asking this? Why? Honestly he shouldn't have said anything but really, jacob would have loved this and they all had bright future at one point, Charlie was going to become a professional Cheerleader, he had offers from Harvard and other ivy League Schools, and Jacob was the mellow one out of them, he had no idea what direction his life was to go. Jacob was how he had met Charlie, how he had actually taken interest in her. Jacob would find this all so funny, he had found them so cute together.

But blood, so much blood and guilt and the bond died.

He hadn't seen her for years, so why now? Why.

Patrick: "I don't know why I thought of this... I think it's seeing you again. Out of all people on this road trip wasn't expecting seeing you." he sighed and stared off in the distance, for a minute he thought he saw something staring back before he continued, "I don't blame you Charlene, I want you to understand that." He hadn't said her name in so long, it was strange and awkward, "I just... I may... I don't know... look we got whole two weeks to talk about this." again he swore he saw something off in distance.

"We need to talk again."

He saw her look a little confused and sadness in her eyes.

"Let's go, we've plenty time to remisce, thank you for coming Char, I... I... missed you."

With that Patrick ran upstairs, out of breath, as if he had run a marathon.

Patrick: Resuming his usual swagger after quickly getting changed, he went over to the pool seeing who was in and smirking, "Room for a 'lil one?". It was essential to put up faces if he was to remain sane, but why did she have to be here. Why.

Ella screamed as she was pulled into the water. Darkness covered her like a blanket. Was she drowning? she felt someone push on her back, trying to save her? kill her? drag her down with them? Regardless she fought for her life, she frailed her arms and leg's trying to find air. She needed air. No air. Suffocation. No breathing. I need air! she kicked her legs but only hit her head on something hard..and down she went.. or was it up?

(But I live ^^ in my next post i'm going to show up in the same place as Ash if that's okay?)