Hey guys, this is my first Fanfic! It's in 3rd person, switching back and forth between Kat and Patrick. I know it's out of character for them, but it seemed too horrible not to write the story this way.

"What's wrong Kat?" He was almost pleading now, but he couldn't let her see him and give her the satisfaction of making him beg.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," she replied with a laugh. Her laugh was cold, sending a chill through his spine.

"Kat," he said, worried for her. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, puling her close. She struggled against him at first, pulling away, but he wouldn't let her go. When her sobs started to shake him, he just held on tighter, never letting go until she finally stopped and pushed him away.

She turned around and took her pajamas off and changed into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, obviously not caring that he was still in the room. She shoved on her boots, wiped her eyes, and took his hand and pulled it towards the window.

"I'll meet you down there in a minute."

He nodded his head in response and disappeared.

She walked out the front door after telling her father she was sleeping over at Mandela's and opened her car door, knowing he would soon follow. She stared at the tree in front of her, the car started and ready to go. The minute she heard the car door shut she took off.

She drove around until she found the spot she was looking for. Far enough away from civilization, but not so far away that they couldn't hear the highway cars zooming past, a distant noise in the background.

The beach was beautiful at night under the full moon. She dragged him to a spot that was marked PRIVATE in big, red lettering. He raised his eyebrows at her, but she just continued to walk until she found a spot suitable enough for her needs. She then laid out a towel, something he just noticed she grabbed, over the sand. She plopped down with a blanket and pillow in hand, dragging him down. He lay down and got comfortable on the pillow she handed him, while she sat and watched him. She took her boots off and placed them next to her, before lying down next to him and spreading the fleece blanket out over them. When she was unable to stop squirming, she rolled over and spread herself and the blanket over him. Her hands went to his shoulders while his chest became a now comfortable pillow.

When she first laid on him, his whole body stiffened like a plank. As she got comfortable and rested her head on his beating heart, he smiled to himself and relaxed, wrapping his arms around her to keep her safe and warm in the cool breeze.

No words were exchanged as they fell asleep holding each other, yet everything that needed to be spoken was.

They were awakened early the next morning, the sun shinning brightly on them. He stirred underneath her, accidentally rousing her from her sleep. He frowned at her when she sat up, leaving the front of him cold. She looked around, squinting her eyes against the sunlight, as if she couldn't remember were she was. She turned her head to look at him and smiled, and he couldn't help but smile back.

She turned to find her boots, shaking the sand off before shoving them on her feet. He stood up and folded the towel he was laying on, caring it back to the car for her.

They both got in her car and she drove to her home. She felt his eyes boring a hole trough the side of her head, and looked over to see him staring at her, grinning like mad. This caused her to give him a small smile before turning a way to continue driving.

When they reached her house, she unbuckled her seat belt and cautiously turned to him. She put her arms around him awkwardly and brought him in close for a tight hug. He responded and brought his arms around her waist, holding her there.

"Thank you Patrick," was what she whispered into his ear. She quickly gave him a light peck on the cheek before patting his unruly mop and getting out of the car.

Knowing he would soon make an entrance, she strutted up to her room through the quiet house.

She changed into a new pair of clothes, ones not covered in sand. He entered the room through the window moments after she had pulled her new shirt on.

"Kat, I think we need to talk," he said. His voice was low, knowing that if he woke anyone up they would be dead meat.

"Then talk," she said back, her voice wavering and eyes watering on the boarder-line of tears.

"I... I need to tell you something. Something important Kat. Something I have never told any other girl before in my life," he told her. He put his hands in his pockets so she couldn't see them shaking.

She nodded her head, expecting a lecture on how she was horrible and how she was the most confusing and bitchy-est person he knew. She stared at a corner, refusing to make eye contact with him, her heart sinking.

"Kat?" He moved in on her, and she took a step back. He took another step forward and she was against the wall. He lifted her head up to look into her eyes, only to find them watery and filled with heartbreaking sadness. He dropped his hand from her face and took a tiny step back, but her gaze never changed. It was unwavering on his.

"Will you please say something Kat? You're scaring me," he begged now. It was hard to see her like this, so obviously torn and broken, maybe because of him. He would never be able to live with himself if he hurt her like this.

She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him what she had been refusing to admit to herself for a while now. She had to stop herself, for she would fall apart if she new he didn't feel the same way about her. She was supposed to be the strong, Kat Stratford. She was the big, strong, scary, bitch of a girl. That was her and her reputation. She knew it, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. So why did she care what he thought of her now?

When she opened her mouth it was only to say in a cold, bone chilling voice, "Talk."

He was surprised and taken back at the coldness in her voice. He moved in front of her again and placed his hand back on her cheek. She closed her eyes, flinching at his touch, and a tear escaped from her eye. He bent down and kissed it off her cheek.

She shivered involuntarily, loving the way his mouth felt on her skin. When she opened her eyes, he was in front of her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her. She was drinking in everything about this moment, the way he smelled like sea salt and leather, the way his hand was cool against her feverish skin, and the look he had in his eyes. She remembered her father looking at her mother like that, right before he told her he loved her.

Love.

That was when she broke. He loved her, more than anything in this world. He didn't even need to say it for her to know. Yet, he didn't know why she was breaking, falling to pieces at his feet.

"I... I asked you to talk," she told him, her voice barely audible and so weak.

He bent down and gently kissed her on the lips, once. When he pulled away she had a faraway look in her eyes.

"I think I'm in love with you Kat," he whispered in her ear, feeling just as broken as she looked.

Her head snapped up and she looked at him intensely, then she smiled at him and started to laugh quietly. He frowned at her and took a step back. This was like a slap in the face.

"It's okay if you don't like me back, you just had to say so," he told her, looking at the floor. Disappointment and embarrassment filled him. She shook her head at him, and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"You are such an idiot sometimes," she murmured, before smashing her lips against his.

The response was quick. Pushed down on her bed, a tangle of arms, legs, and mouths.

When she came up for her third breath, she stopped him.

"For the record, I think I'm in love you too."

They smiled big, crocked grins at each other before being pulled under again, hopefully never to come up.