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"I'm not leaving." Walter shook his head and planted his foot on the ground.

Kat turned to me, her mouth opened in surprise. A look of pure distress was written all over her face as well, as she grasped the covers tighter around her body. I'm pretty sure my face mirrored hers, and I quickly closed my mouth when I found I had nothing to say.

Shit. We are so dead.

Kat turned back to her father. All I could do was fall back on her bed in defeat. I grabbed the pillow and covered my face to stifle my groan, wishing that Walter would just go away so that Kat and I could return to the lovely night that we were having.

"Actually, yes, I'm leaving." Walter spun around on his heel and started to walk into the hallway. "I expect you both dressed and downstairs in three minutes."

He shut the door and Kat fell back to the bed, and we both laid there listening to the sounds of our breathing.

"Two minutes!" Her father screamed.

We didn't look at each other as we dressed, throwing different articles of clothing to each other and shoving stuff on.

"Thirty seconds!"

We were scrambling to the door and running down the stairs, sliding onto the living room couch. Kat fixed her hair to appear less rumpled by shoving it up in a bun as we sat side by side on the couch.

"Times up!"

Bianca and company was no where to be found, even though I could hear sobbing and words of comfort floating in from the hallway.

Walter looked from daughter to daughter, "Bianca, honey, why don't you go upstairs and I'll come and see you in a minute. Your friends know where the front door is."

Bianca nodded her head and walked upstairs as Cameron and his girlfriend made their way out of the door, waving awkwardly as they left.

Once the house was quiet, Walter finally perched himself on the arm of the reclining chair across from us. He didn't look angry anymore, except for the fact that his face was still purple. He sighed and simply asked, "Why?"

"Why what Dad?" Kat asked, placing her hand on my knee. A motion meant to warn me not to try and say anything, but it was comforting non-the less.

Walters voice was strained as he asked, "Why did you have to go and do this? Of all things Kat, why this? You two couldn't have had a nice game of chess?"

"And what's so wrong about having sex Dad? It's going to happen eventually. Its not like you could keep me band from boys forever. Besides, we were careful. We got tested and made sure this is something we both wanted to do."

"This could have waited until you were married Kat. When you were-"

"What? Older Dad?" Kat got off the couch, getting animated now. Her voice cut through the room, cold and hollow, "If you haven't noticed Dad, I have been getting older for years now. There is a time in my life where you have to let me take over and make my own decisions. This was a decision I made and I'm willing to except whatever consequences are going to come my way."

Walter stood up too, his voice rising, "But that is the besides the point Katerina. You deliberately disobeyed me. What happened to you? You were my little cactus."

"Dad don't you see?" Kat was even more animated, moving her hands around frequently. "Don't you see that I don't want to be a cactus? Ever since Mom died that's all I've been to you and Bianca- a stupid cactus " strong and sturdy". Well, I don't want to be the cactus that everyone in this family leans on when they need to. I want to be left alone for once and not have to carry everyone's problems on my shoulders!"

Her father scoffed, "Young lady, since when do you carry all the weight in this family?"

"How about always? Both you and Bianca come to me whenever you need anything, whether it's for me to do you a favor or listen while you vent about your day. I carry all of these responsibilities and I don't need to."

Kat plopped back down on the couch next to me mumbling the words, "I don't want to be treated like the mother of this family."

I winced as she threw out the dead Mom card. Even I thought that blow was below the belt, but when I looked at Walter's face and saw so no change in emotion I knew that the comment hadn't affected him as deeply as I would have thought.

I sighed and Walter looked at me, like he was just realizing I was still here. I hadn't said a word the entire fight, and I was afraid to say anything or draw any attention to myself. I desperately wanted to get out of there and go home.

"Son, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Walter's voice rang through the silent house. My head snapped up to look him in the eye. I was silent for a moment, composing a descent response and could think of nothing but the truth.

"Sir, I care about your daughter very much. I would never do anything to her without her permission, and I promise you I would never do anything to hurt her."

Walter opened his mouth to say something but closed it after a moment.

The house was silent as Kat squeezed my hand. I glanced at her and she smiled. I smiled a small smile back as a scream sounded throughout the house so loudly that it caused us all to jump. I looked to Kat and her just shook her head and got up.

Walter looked at the staircase and sighed at the glare Kat was giving him, making his way upstairs to make sure his youngest daughter was still alive.

Kat stood up, pulling me with her and pushing me to the door.

"You should go home," she whispered softly to me.

"You should try not to get yourself into more trouble," I found myself saying.

"It figures," she mumbled, going upstairs to grab my stuff. I waited for Kat in the foyer, putting my shoes on. She came down moments later with my bag in one hand and my jacket in the other. She stood in front of me with her arms crossed and watched me as I put on my jacket and made sure I had my keys.

She took a step towards me as I finished, grabbing the lapels of my jacket and straightening it for me. She kept her hands on me and looked up. Her brown eyes were making me squirm, "Go home and get some rest. I'll see you on Monday."

"You do the same okay?" She nodded her head and whispered back, "Sorry about everything Patrick."

Her eyes portrayed everything she wanted to say, and I nodded my head and chuckled at her. "It's not your fault."

I wiped a piece of hair out of her face and let my hand trail down to the back of her neck. I held her face close to me as I leaned down to kiss her.

"Goodnight Patrick."

I smiled at her, "Goodnight Kat."

I turned around as she was closing the door, "And I'm not sorry."

She smiled back at me and blushed as she shut the door, watching as my motorcycle pulled away.

When I left the Stratford home late that night I went home like Kat told me to. I stayed in my room all night, sprawled across my bed thinking of her. Thinking about how her lips had felt so warm on mine. Thinking about the softness of her skin. Thinking about the way she seemed so breakable and durable as she rocked herself into me, and this thought alone made me harden all over again. I took a deep breath as I took my clothes off to get in the shower, thinking about how she asked me to never break her heart. Thinking about how I fully planned on keeping that promise.

I awoke early the next morning. Well, early for a Saturday morning. I got up, ate, and remembered that Kat's car was still parked in the middle of the school parking lot covered in food and trash.

I knew what I was going to do today. I changed and went out into the garage to find soap, a bucket, a towel, a squeegee, and some trash bags.

Calling Keith and taking his van to school, I arrived to find her car still in the parking lot, still covered in food and trash.

I stared at her car, looking down to find a pair of gloves in the bucket. I shoved them on and shook out a trash bag, taking all the trash and large pieces of food and throwing them in there. When I was done I found the hose by the wall and turned the water on. I hosed down her car, silently watching as the rest of the food and trash slowly slide down her car onto the street and into the nearby sewer. I turned the water off and soaped up the sponge, slowly cleaning off the car in small circular motions. I cleaned the entire car, then watched as the suds slipped off the car and into the sewer along with everything else when I rinsed it down.

I took the squeegee from my back pocket, wiping the water from the car in fluid motions until I was using the towel to dry off the excess water from the tire rims. I cleaned out my sponge and bucket, admiring my work. The car was spotless now, and I couldn't help but smirk when I thought of her face when I showed her what I had done.

I went to pick Keith up and hooked Kat's car up to Keith's van. All Keith had to do was turn the steering wheel to her car. As I drove to Kat's house, I made sure to constantly check the rearview mirror to make sure that Keith hadn't fallen asleep at the wheel. We safely made it to her house, and I made sure her father's car was gone before I drove both cars up to the house. I unhooked the cables from her car and let Keith drive off- he was starting to get itchy anyway.

I made sure to go around to the back of her house, climbing up her trellis and going through her window, which was unlocked. The first thing I noticed about the room was that A) the bed was not made (and it always was when I visited); B) there was no door to the room (and there always was a door); and C) Kat was not there (and that was always 50-50).

I walked out into the hallway, wandering the house as quietly as possible through unknown territory.

I made my way down the hallway to Bianca's room where I heard voices. I slowly walked up to the open door, staying in the shadows while looking in on a scene that made me yearn for a real family of my own. Kat was sitting on Bianca's bed holding a crying Bianca in her lap. Kat's eyes were watering as she shushed and held her sister, holding her close to her chest and rocking her back and forth.

When Kat's voice filled the room, I understood what she was talking about last night about being the family pillar. Her voice was comforting and soothing, just like a mothers.

"It's okay B. He's going to call and explain everything. Even if he doesn't I'm sure that you'll find some one even better then Joey. B you know I understand what you're going through. I mean, how do you think I felt when Josh put those pictures up of him and Hannah? So much for a long distance relationship right?" Her cold laugh sounded throughout the room giving me chills. Josh? I shook my head and realized that I didn't even want to know, and that I didn't know enough of her past as I thought I did to make any judgements.

"You have every right to be mad, but just let him tell his side of the story. Next time he calls let him explain. It's reality television B, they probably paid that skank to kiss him so that there would be more drama. Besides, you still have to see the other half of the episode. Maybe he pushed the girl off him and told her that he was taken."

Kat was stroking Bianca's hair as Bianca snuggled closer and whimpered into her sister.

I sighed. No matter how rude I may seem, I would sit and wait for Kat on my own.

I sat in Kat's desk chair, putting together a chain of paperclips while waiting for her. It was stupid that small amount of jealously that surged through me when I saw Kat holding Bianca, just like a mother would hold her kid. My mother hadn't held me like that since I was little. Now the only time I see my mother is if she is sleeping on the couch after working a double-shift. If I do catch her awake, she barely talks to me at all anyway.

My anger at my family surged through me, and I placed the chain on my lap so that I could do the breathing exercises that Leo had instructed me to do when I got angry at my family.

Bianca may not have a mother, but she had an older sister that acted like one and a father who cared about her (a little too much), even if he did have a funning way of showing it.

I picked up the chain and started working on it again, realizing it now reached the floor.

I heard someone in the hallway, and I spun the chair around so that I could see the person approaching me. Kat walked into her room, jumping when she looked up and saw me sitting in the corner.

I jumped up as well, but for a totally different reason.

Her hand splayed across her chest as she whisper-yelled, "Do you always have to do that?"

I placed the chain of paperclips on the desk and crossed the room.

"That depends."

"On what?" she asked, her features becoming extremely annoyed.

"On whether or not you're going to tell me who knocked you up. Are far along are you, seven to eight months now?" I waggled my eyebrows at her and smirked as I poked the huge baby bump.

She rolled her eyes, avoiding my question and glancing down at the huge fake stomach attached to her real one before giving me a look. "What are you doing here?"

I stood up straighter and shoved my hands in my pockets, "I came to return your ride."

Her eyebrows shot up, "My ride?"

"Yes, it's parked at the front of the house."

She stared at me for a minute before walking into the hallway to look out the window facing the front of the house.

She walked back into her room after a couple minutes of staring at her car, her face clear of any emotions.

"You did that?" The disbelief in her voice hurt a little.

"Yep." I rocked back on my heels, waiting for the thank you.

"You went to school, cleaned my car, and brought it back to me?" She seemed to be surprised. I smirked, knowing that this whole thing was worth it just to see Kat Stratford surprised.

I nodded my head. I barely had time to catch her as she threw her arms around my neck. I huffed out, the fake stomach punching into my gut.

"Thank you," she whispered in my ear before kissing me gently. I wrapped my arms around her waist while trying to lean over to access her lips better over the bump.

I slid my fingers under her Dad's old t-shirt and up her back to find the Velcro of the fake belly, slowly ripping it off when the phone blared throughout the house.

"Leave it." I told her, pressing my lips back to hers.

"No, we have to stop." She pushed me away and I fell back into her desk chair.

She ran down the hall to pick up the phone. Her voice was muffled, but she soon came back to her room.

"What was the full verdict?" I asked the question so casually I could have been asking about the weather.

She sighed and laid across her bed on her back, the belly overly noticeable now as she placed her hands on it, "I don't know. As you can see I no longer have a door, and I have to wear this belly at all times when I'm home. He took my phone away this morning- before giving it back a whole five minutes later, mumbling about how he would have no way to contact me if there was an emergency. Other than that I have been given the silent treatment."

"Oooo, that's cold."

"I know," she nodded her head at me, "According to Bianca it's "like, freezer burn" when him and I are in the same room together."

"Well," I shrugged, "old Wallie's got to get over this sometime. It's only a matter of when."

Kat shrugged but didn't answer. It was silent for a couple of minutes, my hands toying with the paperclip chain on the desk.

"I shouldn't have said that to him about Mom."

Her voice was barely audible and it sent chills up my spine.

"Why did you then?" I asked, generally curious.

"I wanted to hurt him of course. I mean I already knew he was going to put me through hell. I guess I thought I should get a good punch in before he did."

She continued to stare up at the ceiling and not meet my eyes.

She sniffled and continued, "It's been hard for my dad. I mean I guess I understand why I get to be the mom replacement. I'm the oldest and obviously the more responsible one. I knew her more than Bianca did…"

"You look just like her too."

Kat shot straight up to glare at her sister standing in the doorway, leaning up against the frame with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Don't deny it Kat. Even though you're a polar opposite to her, except for the whole save the world thing, you look exactly like her. You even sound like her. I mean, Dad must have been devastated to have to look at you every day and be reminded of…" Bianca stopped mid-rant when I glared at her, making her finally realize the words that were coming out of her mouth.

She broke eye contact with me to glare at the floor, "I'm going to go eat some ice cream and stare at my phone some more."

I smirked and nodded at her before she turned to leave.

Kat had laid back down on her bed. I got up to lay next to her, snuggling in close. I rested one hand on her protruding stomach while the other hand held my head up so I could look at her face.

I smirked at her and said, "Sweetheart you never told me when your due."

Kat's eyes snapped open and she glared at me, shaking her head and then glancing at her clock before bolting upright again.

She glanced at me, "Do you need a ride home?"

"No, I'm good," I shook my head as I sat up and got off the bed.

"Well then you better get going then, my dad's going to be home in a half- hour at the most."

I nodded as I crossed the room to help her get off the bed, "See you on Monday then."

"Goodnight Patrick," she kissed me lightly on the lips, a goodnight kiss she knew I would be asking for.

"Goodnight Kat." I walked over to the window but she grabbed my arm at the last second.

"Thank you."

I looked back at her face, and the vulnerability that she was portraying floored me. I barely processed the words that were coming out, "You already thanked me Kat."

"No, not for the car. For keeping your promise, even after the thing with my dad."

I looked into her eyes and I couldn't help but turn and wrap my arms around her in a sideways awkward hug.

I pulled back as she turned her head so I could brush my lips to her forehead, "I would never break that promise."

I lightly pressed my lips to hers before I smiled and climbed through the window, calling Keith to pick me up.

I started walking down the street where Keith found me as he pulled up to the curve.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked.

I hadn't even noticed the smile that still graced my face, and I quickly wiped it off as I as got into the driver's seat of Keith's truck.

I deadpanned, "I'm not smiling about anything Keith."

"Yes you were Verona. Wait, wasn't that Dali Mama's house?" His speech was clear, and I knew that for once he was clean.

I sighed and smirked at the nickname, "The one and only."

"And didn't you bring her home yesterday after school?" You could practically hear Keith put the puzzle pieces together in his mind.

"Yep."

"Oooo, looks like someone might get himself a girlfriend," he sang.

I turned the corner onto the main road, "I know it's hard to believe Keith, but Patrick Verona has a girlfriend."

"No," he gasped. The gasp was overdramatized, but then again Keith is known for being over-the-top.

"Yes," I gasped imitating him.

"Congrats bro," he exclaimed, his fist bumping into my bicep.

"Thanks?" I said, the question ringing clearly in my voice.

"No problem dude. I mean you must really care about her to make her your girlfriend."

I nodded my head and switched lanes to turn the corner, "Yes Keith I really do care about her."

"That's great Verona. It's time you had another woman in your life. Someone needs to whip you into shape."

I pulled up to my house and parked the car, climbing out.

"Thanks Keith."

"No problem," He bobbed his head as he climbed into the drivers seat, "just don't screw things up this time, got it?"

"Got it Keith."

He pointed a finger at me, "Say it."

I held up three fingers, "I will try my best not to screw things up this time with Kat."

He gave me a small smile. "That's better."

I started to walk to the front door and Keith called after me, "I actually like this one!"

I turned around at the front door smirking, "Me too!"

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with this yet, but after vacation, getting a new hard-drive after my other one fried, and a serious case of writer's block, I finally managed to pull this one out of thin air. I hope you guys like it! Please leave a comment or a review. You can tell me how mad at me you are for not updating sooner, I can take it.

Or you guys can just tell me if you loved/hated it, thought it was too OOC, and whether or not I should continue with this.

(If you say I should continue with this I expect at least one opinion of what you think should happen next.)

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