I didn't remember falling asleep on the living room sofa; I only remembered slowly opening my eyes to see Patch's face from across the room, a face which annoyingly held his trademark smirk.

I frowned when this smirk widened as I eased myself up from my lying position. I looked towards the window where the curtains were slightly drawn; the sun was still rising casting the sky in a beautiful orange glow with hints and undertones of purple, red and pink.

"Morning sleepy head" came Patch's voice from the other side of the room. I ignored him and pulled the covers off of me.

"Did you sleep well? It surely sounded like you did" Patch said. I could hear a sense of smugness in his voice, it sounded as though he was repressing a smile.

I looked over at him "Excuse me?" I asked, cocking my head to the side and raising an eyebrow, a small frown working its way on to my face.

"If college doesn't work out for you, you could easily get a career in voicing sound effects. It sounded as though you were sawing logs"

My frown deepened. I didn't snore, I'd had numerous sleepovers and no one had ever said anything of me sawing logs.

"I don't snore" I told him, crossing my arms. "You're mistaken"

"And you're in denial. You know that's the first stage in the five stages of snoring" Patch said in a know-it-all voice.

I gave him an incredulous look "That's the five stages of grief you idiot" I said exasperatedly. It was too early for this.

"You're calling me an idiot? So much for wanting me to be me"

I glanced over and gave Patch a coy smile, in return I was given a grin and wink which made my stomach do a summersault. I looked around me.

"Why am I down here? How come you didn't take me to my room?" I asked

"Well I was going to when you initially fell asleep" Patch answered, placing a hand under his chin as though in deep thought "But if I had, it's highly likely that I would've gotten into bed with you. I thought it better to put you on the sofa, as there's only room really for one person"

I didn't know how to reply to what Patch had just come out with, and didn't know whether to be flattered or offended.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Patched asked

"What?"

"Break-fast" Patch said, breaking down the word "A meal normally eaten at the beginning of the day"

"I know what breakfast is"

"Then why did you ask?"

I gave Patch a dirty look, deeply furrowing my eyebrows and clenching my jaw.

"Are you always this cranky in the morning?"

I ignored him. Patch got up from the arm chair he'd been sitting in, and made his way into the kitchen.

"Do you want breakfast or not?" He called out. Giving a sigh, I followed suit.

Breakfast turned out to be...to be honest I was unable to identify what he'd put in front of me.

"They're eggs" He said. I poked at the charcoal lumps on my plate with my fork.

"These are not eggs" I said, trying to fight the laughter that was slowly making its way up "Eggs aren't so...black"

Patch faked shock "Nora, you should never judge an egg by its colour...only by the richness of its yolk. Now eat up before it gets cold"

"Why aren't you eating?" I asked

"I don't need to" Patch said under his breath

"Pardon?"

"I mean I'm not hungry, now seriously finish your eggs. You're a growing girl; you need all the strength you can get. Even more so with you having to support that enormous mane of yours"

I threw a piece of egg at Patch.

"Don't throw your food"

"Then don't mock me"

"No deal"

I gave a small laugh. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments; I played with the cremated pieces of food on my plate. Looking up I caught Patch's eye.

"So, er ...why did you stay over? You could've left"

"I could've and was going to, but I got distracted watching you sleep. It's rather a pleasant sight, you look, dare I say it, cute. Well you do if you minus the sound effects" Patch added as an afterthought.

I felt my cheeks redden and my stomach flutter, suddenly I found myself unable to talk properly. My eyes went back down to my plate, intensely studying the floral pattern around the edges.

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

My head immediately shot up at this. "I do?"

"Oh yeah" Patch answered, smirking profoundly "You were like 'Patch! Oh, Patch! You're so amazing and brilliant and sexy and-'"

I cut him off by throwing another piece of egg at him.

"What did I say about throwing your food?"

"What did I say about mocking me?"

"That's irrelevant"

I gave a loud scoff.

I wished to bring up the events of the previous evening, but found myself too embarrassed to do so. I wasn't sure where I was in regards to my relationship with Patch, or where I wanted to be. All I knew was that I wanted him to be a large part of my life, something which I found hilarious.

If you'd asked me several weeks ago what my opinion of Patch was, you would've surely gotten a negative answer from me.

"What are your plans for today?"

Patch gave me a questioning look "Why?" He asked, a small smile working its way onto his lips

"Well, if you wanted to stay, you could. I mean you don't have to if you're busy, but I thought it'd be quite nice if we spent the day..."

I felt my words trail off as Patch moved towards me, my eyes focused on his full, soft lips as he slowly leaned forward for a kiss. I gave a small sigh as our lips met.

Breaking our kiss, Patch whispered into my ear "I'll stay"

I felt him give a smirk "If you finish your eggs"