Ah, hello! So I got this idea while I was doing a geography test today, and then thought more about it during my English test (haha, I excel at school.. *sarcasm* XD)

It's just a short story. It mightn't have a huge, twisty plot. I'm thinking it's just gonna be little things that Nora and Patch do together on their road trip. Get me? :)

Anyways, I would really, really appreciate if you could read and leave a review. I love them. XD And thank you so much even for reading it xx :D

enjoy! :) x

Nora's Point of View

The teacher's forehead glistened with sweat. He waved his hands madly and his lips went one hundred miles per hour, in an effort to spew out the necessary instructions for next term. I blocked him out, and glared venomously at the slow moving clock. I was sure it was chugging along lethargically just to mock and antagonise me.

"And we will return to our Shakespearean studies!" the teacher announced, swiping a hand across his face and casting a nervous glance to the clock. My shoulders drooped. Great! Just great.

"Think about it, babe," Vee whispered hungrily from my side. A large smile spread over her face. "We have a whole summer to worry about before we need to think about stupid Shakespeare." She prodded me in the arm with the back of her pencil.

"Vee!" the teacher snapped, turning his attention to our table. I bit my lip. Vee rolled her eyes and faced the teacher with a sweet smile. "Yes, Sir?"

"School is still in session! I expect you to lis-"

His nasally voice was swallowed by the sudden explosion of the school bell. Vee's grin was more than victorious. "See ya after summer, Sir," she chirped happily, gripping my arm and pulling me from the room behind her before he could begin rattling off again.

Summer, party, hot, and vacation were all words sizzling in the hallways. Faces were bright with excitement and infectious laughter was heard loud and proud. "Can you believe it?" Vee squealed in a sing-song voice. "It's Summer!"

"I know, I got the memo, Vee," I replied, giving her a small smile. If I was being honest, I would've told her that I wasn't excited for Summer. Summer meant lonely nights in the Farmhouse, pining for human conversation, and regretting my earlier decision to skip the party Vee wanted to drag me to. It meant locking and relocking every door and window, because I was paranoid. And it meant curling in bed alone, reliving last Summer; fighting with Patch, almost dying more than once, and learning about Scott and the strings attached to that whole scenario. Patch would no doubt be willing to hang out with me, but I refused to become the clingy girlfriend and annoy him every second of every day.

Unable to notice my discomfort, Vee wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "We're gonna have so much fun," she said excitedly, her eyes sparkled. I plastered on a grin to match hers and followed her to the lockers. "What're we doing tonight?" I asked curiously, holding out my arms as she piled the remainder of her books on top of me.

"Um, babe," Vee smiled sympathetically and threw the last book into my arms. "I have to go out with my Mom tonight, got dragged into it." She rolled her eyes and slammed the locker. "We can hang out tomorrow though?" she suggested, sending me a sideways grin and waggling her eyebrows.

"Sure," I agreed. I could survive one night in the Farmhouse alone. "Great," she nodded, and we both headed into the car park. Vee gave me a lift home, swore to call me later, and then left.

I tackled the house. Before my Mom had last left, she begged me to clean the house and make it look pretty. So that's exactly what I did. And after two hours of cleaning, I was tired, sweaty, and the shower appealed to me like a hot meal to a starving child would.

"Nora, hey sweetheart." My Mom said once I answered the phone. "Hey, Mom," I answered, scrunching my damp hair roughly with one hand while clutching the phone to my ear with the other. "How was school?" she wondered. "Fine," I replied quickly, not bothered enough to make small talk. "That's good," she said, "Have you done your homework?"

"Mom," I answered slowly, "It's Summer."

"Oh," she sighed, "Oh, yes. Sorry, Nora."

"It's okay, Mom. I gotta go. Bye." I flipped the phone shut and ignored the little squeaks of protest my Mother made. I was mad at her, she was away from home way more than she needed to, for many more reasons other than work. She was going to have to deal with my bitchiness. I pulled on jean shorts, high top converse, a blue tank top and settled into the couch with ice cold lemonade.

A quiet noise from the hallway called my attention. I froze, cup of lemonade halfway to my lips, and listened. The second squeak had my knees in my chest and I hid my face in my lap, squeezing my eyes shut tight. The living room door groaned on its hinges, and I peeked through my laced fingers. It blew open and I caught a glimpse of dark jeans.

"Boo," came a breezy voice.

"Patch!" With a puff of relieved breath sliding through my lips, I jumped from the couch at the sound of his soft voice. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, motorcycle boots, and a snug black t-shirt. "Angel," he greeted silkily, inclining his dark head and opening his arms. I locked my arms around his middle. "I missed you," I blurted into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me in turn and my tummy filled with warmth. I felt instantly comforted and safe.

"Did you now?"

"Yep," I answered, curling impossible closer to his solid form. He chuckled and pressed his face into my hair. "Well, that makes two of us," he whispered. I felt a content grin slip onto my face, and just as I was about to pull away slightly to reach his lips, he tilted backwards. My feet dangled inches above the floor. "Patch!" I whined, jerking away and gripping his shoulders. "Let me down!"

His smoky eyes twinkled with amusement, and his lips curved into a confident smirk. "Nah," he said breezily, tightening his hold. "I like this." I squirmed but he was way too strong to even be fazed. "Please let me down?" I asked quietly, beckoning to his sweeter side. He shook his head adamantly and tiptoed one hand from my back to my thigh. I squealed in surprise and he burst into a triumphant grin.

"I'm going to hold you hostage, Angel," he murmured into my ear. I chewed my bottom lip, unsure if liking that statement was deemed inappropriate or not. I could only see one option; distract him. And there was only one way to tear his focus from holding onto me while I was hanging in the air like this.

I flattened my palms to his cheeks and coaxed his face up from my neck. He stared warmly at me, curiosity sprinkled in his eyes, with one eyebrow raised. The look sent a trickle of electricity down my spine. I ran my fingertips along his cheekbones and then leant in close to him. His breath tickled my cheeks, and if I looked up, my eyelashes would touch his. "I don't think I could survive being your hostage," I said sadly, lifting a shoulder and dropping it. He pouted and I licked my lips. "That's too bad," he mumbled, eyes flashing with something similar to hunger. Just like I thought they would- he was eating from my hands. "Pity," I sighed, moving in and pausing a beat from his lips.

"Pity," he agreed incoherently, dissolving the distance and pressing his lips to mine. He sighed thirstily into my mouth and I slid my hands from his shoulders, to his neck, and finally to tangle in his inky hair. He shifted beneath me and loosened his grip. My feet grazed the floor, and with a little tug to his hair, he moaned and let me down completely.

Triumphant, I smiled against his lips and he replied by pressing his fingers to my lower back and pulling me closer. "But you'd be a great hostage, Angel," he breathed, his voice was thick with amusement and lust, and sent butterflies ricocheting through my body. I pushed gently and he sat onto the couch. Leaning forward, I took his face in my hands and the glimmer of a smile graced his attractive lips.

I placed a kiss to the spot below his ear and whispered, "Too bad you let go then, Patch." Removing my hands from him, I stepped back. The sound he made matched one like a quiet growl and he grabbed me around the waist before I could twirl away. "Teasing isn't nice, Angel," he said, mock disappointment clouding his eyes as he pulled me down next to him. "Yeah, it's funny though," I said, laughing and curling into his side. He slung an arm over my shoulders and moved my legs to lay them across his lap. "I guess it is," he said after a moment, a light smile playing on his lips. I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck and breathed in his comforting aura while he meandered his fingers and traced invisible drawings along the bare skin of my thighs.

After a long, comfortable moment, he spoke, "So what are your plans for Summer?" I shrugged and lifted my head from him. He tucked a curl behind my ear tenderly. "I don't really like Summer," I admitted with a grimace. He frowned. "How can you not like Summer?" he asked.

"I'll be all alone."

"I'll annoy you," he said, shooting me a wink. "Don't worry." I sighed, and every ounce of trepidation in regards to the long three months ahead of me evaporated. He wanted to spend time with me. Lacing my arms loosely around his neck, I scooted closer. "I love you," I said, kissing him on the cheek and then moving to his lips. A groan hummed deep in his throat and I giggled.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled away. My breath came in ragged pants and he stroked the backs of his fingers along my flushed cheek. "Want to do something?" he questioned, suggestively quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Anything," I mumbled instantly, already drawing him nearer once more. He stopped me. I frowned. He picked up my hand, kissed my fingers and then pinned me with his seductive gaze. "Come on a road trip with me?"

I grinned and threw my arms around him. "Hell yeah!"

Patch's Point of View

"Are you ready yet, Angel?" I asked, nudging open Nora's bedroom door with the toe of my shoe. She had her back to me, bent over a dark purple suitcase on her hands and knees. "Almost," she said, looking over her shoulder and giving me one of her killer smiles. I felt myself smile back and moved inside her room.

"Where are we going anyway?" she wondered, tossing curls away from her face with a shake of her head and zipping the bag closed. "Surprise," I shrugged, sitting on the edge of her bed. She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Give me a hint," she said in a pleading voice, one hand on her hip. "Nah," I replied, winking an eye at her. She walked closer and frowned in thought. "Did you plan this?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I snatched her by the waist and pulled her down on top of me on the bed. "You did," she gasped, sinking her hands into the blankets on either side of my head. Her eyes twinkled with amusement. I cupped her face and stroked stray hair from her cheeks. "Maybe I did, Angel, maybe I didn't," I answered, pressing a kiss to her temple and then pulling us into a standing position. She hung her head and shook it gently.

"Let's go then," I smirked, reaching out to tilt her face towards me again, and tracing the side of it with my fingertip in the meantime. It always drew a blush from her, and they were really the best part of my day. Very entertaining.

Colour dotted her already flushed cheeks. "Okay," she said animatedly, and grabbed her suitcase. I took it from her small hands, and half an hour later, we were packed into my Jeep.

Nora's Point of View

"What the hell does this mean?" I cried, confusion splashed across my face. I turned the map upside down, inside out, right side up and in the end, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the back seats. It was dark outside, we were on a completely deserted road and I was regretting my earlier stubborn protest to read the map. Patch grinned in the driver's seat and flexed his fingers around the wheel. "So," he said, "We're stuck here.. In the wilderness.. All alone.."

"Wilderness," I scoffed, though scanning the immediate area discreetly. "We're gonna be killed," he said, the hint of a smirk in his velvety voice. I stretched over and hit him playfully on the arm. "They'll eat you first, you're bigger," I said, sticking my chin out and narrowing my eyes at him.

"Of course, Angel," he chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pulled the car to the side of the road and cut the engine. We were plunged into black the second his lights switched off.

"So what do we do now?" I hissed, scrambling to untie my seatbelt. He reached across and clicked it out of place with a flick of his wrist. "I say we stay here," he whispered back. I felt him shrug. "See if the bears come get us."

"Patch!" I snipped, sheepishly beginning to feel nervous. His arm curled around my waist and pulled me to his side in one smooth movement. I succumbed to his enticing warmth and tucked myself into him. "We'll be okay out here, won't we?" I asked timidly.

"I'll keep you safe, Angel," he replied, looking down at me with amusement lighting his eyes. I shifted and manoeuvred myself into his lap. "I'm sorry for getting us lost," I mumbled, frowning. He twisted a curl around the tip of his finger and I played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "We're not lost," he said simply, with a twinkle in his eye, "I know where we are."

"You do?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah," he said, his heartbreaking smirk taking centre stage on his face. "But let's stay here tonight." I tilted my head to the side, confused as to why he would want to, but he leaned closer and shut me up. My eyes zeroed in on his lips of their own accord, and abruptly, I kissed him. It was usually him who initiated each kiss, and so, it was only fate that I would mess it up somehow. I knocked my nose against his. My cheeks flamed, burning with dark red blood.

"Sorry," I muttered, ducking my head into the collar of his jacket to hide my blush. "It's okay," he answered, though I could hear the smothered laughter in his voice. He shook slightly with badly disguised chuckling.

"Practice makes perfect," he said, slipping a finger under my chin and bringing my face back up. "And we happen to have a lot, a lot of time." His eyes darkened and brightened simultaneously in desire, if that was possible, and butterflies erupted in my chest.

This was going to be one hell of a Summer.

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