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I Could Dissect You
By Just 2 Dream of You


Between The Lies

Chapter Five: I Could Dissect You


He just stood there with that cocky grin, loving this situation. Sam couldn't help but look at the floor and twiddle her thumbs while Patrick shook his head. ``Dude, I officially hate you now. The only reason I'm not beating your face right now is there's a lady here.''

Pete scoffed and crossed his arms. ``Gee, I didn't know it was a national crime to get a soda.''

Patrick stood up to face his friend. ``You've had five fucking sodas, man! Piss much?''

Pete raised his eyebrows. ``My penis is working just fine, thanks for asking.''

``Um--'' Sam swallowed and looked up at both of them. Pete and Patrick looked at each other and both started laughing hard.

``Sorry, Sam. We always pick on each other.'' Pete wiped his eye.

``Shut up man. You know that was cruel, interrupting us like that.'' Patrick was still laughing as he scolded and Pete shrugged.

``It was worth it to see your faces. Priceless. I shoulda snapped a pic.''

Patrick rolled his eyes and sighed.

Pete giggled. ``Oh, yeah. I think her sister wants to talk to you.''

Patrick looked confused. ``Why would Bree wanna talk to me?''

Pete shook his head. ``I have no idea. Go find out.'' They exchanged looks and Patrick looked back at Sam.

``Uh, I wonder what she wants. If she really wants to talk to you, she'll keep harping until she does.'' Sam said as she stood up.

``Well, I better go see for myself then. You okay with Pete or do you wanna leave...?'' Patrick started.

``Nah, I'm okay with Pete.''

``Yay.'' Pete said monotone.

Sam smiled at him earning a smile in return.

``All right. Lemme go see what big sister wants.'' Patrick smiled at Sam with a slight blush and walked out.

``If I didn't know better, I would say you wanted him out of the room.'' Sam said to Pete.

``No, me? Play a trick on 'Trick? Nah, Bree really did want to talk to him. Just like I really wanna talk to you. Alone.''

Sam gulped and swished a little to the side.

``Don't worry, I won't bite.'' He smiled like the vampire version of himself in Sixteen Candles and she had to bite her tongue from telling him so.

``Okay then.'' She sat down and played with her knees

``You seem really shy and nervous all the time.'' He sat down uncomfortably close to her and she had to squish the urge to move away.

``Oh?'' Was her only response.

``Uh huh. Why is that?'' He asked.

``I just am cautious. I don't trust easily and...well, I don't have much of a social life.''

Pete raised his eyebrow and nodded a bit. He looked like he was thinking as he took a drink of his soda. ``I see, so how come you don't have much of a social life?'' He sat down his soda on a nearby coffee table and she shifted a little to the side.

``I dove into college and I focused only on getting my degree. I didn't make any friends in college and haven't been to any parties or clubs or things like that. Hard to believe that a twenty four year old is a hermit crab, huh?''

``I didn't know you were twenty four. I thought you were, like, nineteen. You look younger.'' She smiled.

``I get that a lot. Baby face and all.''

Pete smiled. ``Kinda like Patrick. You seem to have some stuff in common with him. That's cool.''

Sam gave him a funny look. ``Why do I feel like this is an interrogation?''

``What do you mean? I'm just asking why you're interested in my sister.'' Bree tilted her head and Patrick sighed.

``Look, I know you're just looking out for her. I get it. But whatever you're thinking about me--''

``I'm not. I just wanna know what you like about her. Is that so hard to answer?'' She challenged him and he sighed again.

``Okay. I give. What do I like about Sam? I honestly don't know. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I followed her that day. I was leaving. I was walking away and leaving. And I just...stopped. I turned around and...I dunno, okay? I don't know.''

``So, what, you're talking to her to figure it out or something?'' Patrick looked annoyed and she crossed her arms. ``Sam has been through a lot of shit in her life and I just wanna make sure she won't end up being a groupie or something.''

Now he looked angry. ``I would NEVER do that! None of us have! In fact, I hate it when girls throw themselves at us, or flash us at shows. It's disgusting.''

Bree held in her smile. She knew all of that but asked that to seem like she didn't of course. ``Jeez man, take a pill. I was just looking out for my baby. I always do.''

Patrick seemed to calm down and smiled a bit. ``I understand, but you gotta know I would never use someone like that. And as for what I like about her? I like that she seems more down to Earth than most girls. Most girls my age are always texting or twittering or facebooking or...cheating...And it gets on my nerves. Sam doesn't seem that way. And I like that she's so shy. It makes me more comfortable since I'm kinda shy.'' He stuffed his hands in his pockets and she smiled sweetly at him.

``Sam would never cheat on anyone that she cared about.''

``Ah, you caught that, huh? Yeah...I've been lied to a few times.''

Now Bree felt guilt hit her stomach. She pushed the feeling away and sighed. ``We all have. Just gotta deal with it and move on. I just wanna make sure you're not lying to Sam.'' She knew he wasn't but she used that line as an excuse. What she really wanted to know was how much he liked her.

``Lemme tell you something. I have never, NEVER invited a complete stranger to one of our shows. True, it was Pete's idea but I went along with it. I have never just thrown all caution to the wind and shown someone what I do. I usually wait until later to bring up Fall Out Boy. I figure if they like me for me they'll accept my job. But this time I did it the reverse, and I don't know why. It was one of the first things I told her about me. It's one of those things where you decide to try something different to shake it up. So, I guess that's what I did. I do like your sister and I want to get to know her better. Even if all we become is good friends.''

Bree nodded and smiled again. ``I see. I guess I was worried for nothing.''

``You understand that I'm just lookin' out for my buddy, right?'' Pete asked.

Sam took a drink of the soda she had been offered. ``Yeah, I get it.''

``He's been through a couple of bad relationships and I just wanna make sure that you're not using him.''

Sam looked at her fingernails gracing the can and thought hard. She blinked and looked back at Pete.

``At first I wasn't sure what was going on. A complete stranger talking to me about a veggie dog. But soon I realized that maybe, just maybe, things happen for a reason. I wanna get to know him better. And it has nothing to do with...'' She pointed all around her. ``...all of this. I really am starting to like him. And even if all we become is just friends, then that's okay with me.''

``Trust me, based on that little make out session, you won't be 'just friends'.'' He grinned when she turned red.

``You watched us kiss?!''

``Behind the door in the hall, yeah.''

She punched him in the arm. ``You pervert!''

Patrick chuckled as he walked in with Bree. ``Aw, Pete, you made another friend.''


The ride back in the car was even more awkward than the ride to the stadium. Patrick said since he drove them there, he should drive them back. Just the gentleman in him. Sam, this time, rode shotgun with Patrick and Bree could see in the rear view mirror their looks back and forth to another. Patrick looked back at Bree with a questioning face and Bree shot him a raised eyebrow and cocky smile. He shook his head and looked at Sam. She looked like she was deep in thought and he wondered what she was thinking.

As he pulled up to their apartment building, Bree got her purse and practically jumped out of the car.

``Try not to be too long. I don't want her waking me up.'' She walked away swishing her butt and Sam laughed at her sister's presumption.

``Ignore her.'' She told the man beside her.

Patrick rolled his eyes and laughed as well. ``Yeah, and ignore Pete too. I'm sure he asked you annoying questions.''

``And I'm sure that my sister grilled you like a fish.'' They laughed together and the sound faded as they found themselves uncomfortable again.

``So...'' Patrick started with a shy chuckle.

``Yeah...'' Sam added.

``Should we talk about...?'' He left that hanging in the air.

``The tonsil hockey? Nah, I barely remember it.'' She joked and he pouted.

``I'm hurt!'' She laughed at his boo boo face and he smiled, not being able to hold back the humor.

Silence filled the vehicle again and they shared glances.

``Seriously, if it seems like it's too fast, I understand. I think it kinda is too...maybe...'' He stuttered to himself and she smiled at him.

``Maybe, but I need a change of pace. I'm tired of hiding in my pajamas, hoping my knight in shining blue jeans will climb up my bedroom window to give me bunny slippers.''

His brow quirked up and he smiled slantingly. ``What an imagination you have! And a funny one too.''

She shrugged. ``It takes a while to get me out of my skin, but once I do, I'm kinda like Bree.''

``Oh, really? Well, then, I don't like you, get out of my car, goodbye.'' He said quickly.

She gasped and hit him playfully. ``You playa! I knew it! You only wanted me for my...what was it?''

``Your sneakers.'' He stated.

She screamed and fell back. ``Noooooooooooooo!''

The whole car was filled with childlike laughter and, once it died down, a sense of peace.

``Thank you again. I had fun tonight.'' She said with a smile.

``Not what you expected is it?'' He asked.

Her face fell. ``Huh?''

``The whole thing. Ya know, 'rock star' and all. Singer in a band. Bet you didn't expect that when I sat down to talk to you.''

She sighed inwardly. She thought maybe he had figured it out. ``Well, no. I didn't expect this.'' THAT was the understatement of the century. ``But I'm glad it happened. I'm glad I met you.''

He smiled wide. ``Me too.''

Their hands were somehow touching now and their bodies were moving closer. Soon that electrifying feeling was on her lips again. The kiss was gentle and not as passionate as the last one. But still, it was nice.

They broke free and she looked at her watch. It was well past one AM now and she was getting tired. After all, she had work tomorrow. ``I better go before Bree sends out the doberman.''

``You have a doberman?'' He asked with start.

``We hid him in the tub.'' She said with a dark tone and he giggled.

``Oh no...'' He looked a fake panic and she chuckled.

She leaned in and kissed him this time. He responded with a slight sigh. He pushed into her and rubbed her palm with his thumb. She broke away and opened the door. ``Night.''

``Night.'' He smiled.

Soon she was at the main door and with one final look back, she entered.

``Hmp.'' He chuckled to himself and started the car. ``Too fast? I don't give a damn.''

``Well?'' Bree was brushing her hair as Sam sighed and plopped down on the bed.

``It's official. I am falling for him.''

``Yeah, and it started in 2006.'' Bree stated nonchalant as she went back to the bathroom.

``So, how did it go with Peeeete?'' Sam shot back and silence was her response. Uh oh. Not good.

``I'm beat and I have to work a double shift tomorrow. One in the afternoon and one late at night.''

``All night long? I hate it when I'm here all alone!'' Sam cried and Bree smiled.

``Then call gingerbread. I'm sure you can think of a way not to be lonely with him.'' She teased and Sam threw a pillow at her. ``You're not getting this back.'' Bree held onto it and layed down cuddling it. ``Goodnight.''

The light went off with a clap clap and Sam was siting in the dark.




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