Sometimes a Fantasy - Chapter 3
college student!patrick zweig x fem!reader
chapter 3/4 (chapter 1, chapter 2)
synopsis: You have had a crush on Patrick all semester, but he only cares about keeping his tennis scholarship and passing his classes. Until he suddenly takes an interest in you. For some reason.
author's note: sorry for the delay on this chapter! will try to get the next one out faster. that one will pick up right where this one leaves off!
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After the match, Patrick disappears into the locker room before you can see him again. All of the scenarios you were designing in your head as you watched him play suddenly shatter. You had hoped he would run into the stands after winning and pull you into his arms, heart racing with a broad smile on his face. Or maybe make plans with you for later. Could a dinner invite be in your future? But no, this was Patrick—he would never stoop to the level of going on a real date or so readily showing devotion to, let’s face it, a girl he just met. Even still, as you watched him play you focused on his eyes, which had been just inches from your face a couple hours ago.
As you sit defeated in the bleachers, reluctantly making new plans for the evening that wouldn’t involve him, your Blackberry buzzes.
Patrick: Movie tonight?
You: Where?
Patrick: Your place
You: 50 sq ft dorm & roommate
Patrick: K mine then. Crothers Hall 254.
Patrick: 9pm
You: What movie?
Patrick: ;)
You roll your eyes at the stupid winking face, but internally you’re kicking your feet and giggling because of course that’s his response. You get up and finally make your way back to your dorm, trying to figure out what movie he could possibly pick, what an evening with Patrick Zweig will look like, and also if he wants to fuck you.
You take a shower, grab dinner, ignore your homework, and before you know it, it’s time to walk over to his dorm. When you knock on the door, you hear frantic scrambling to clean up his room, like he wasn’t just sitting in there waiting around. He opens the door wearing clothes he clearly just threw on and his hair is a mess.
“Are you ready to have your mind totally expanded?” He asks, looking more excited by whatever he’s about to propose than you’ve ever seen him be.
“Umm…are you going to offer me drugs?” He steps aside to let you in and grabs a VHS from the top of his (very messy) dresser.
Patrick’s giddiness doesn’t falter for a second as he holds up the Blockbuster rental box. “Even better. Chris Nolan’s Memento.” Sure, it’s not at all shocking that he would love this movie, since basically every guy ever had seen it and loved it (even the ones who were too busy with tennis to see many movies). You found it to be perfectly enjoyable when you saw it a couple years ago, but it definitely wasn’t the spiritual experience he’s making it out to be now. His enthusiasm is really cute, though, and you don’t want to disappoint him, so you play along.
“Oh wow, this looks interesting. I haven’t heard of it, what’s it about?” This is clearly the exact response he was looking for and you’re happy to give it to him.
He starts rattling off information about the movie as he pops in the tape. “You’re not going to believe this, it’s in another league. The plot’s in reverse order so you really need to see it more than once to understand everything. Guy Pearce gives a great lead performance; the whole movie depends on it being great. It also has Carrie-Anne Moss, and Joe Pantoliano who you might remember from The Matrix. Oh, and Christopher Nolan is currently making—you can sit on my bed there—a Batman movie that comes out this summer.”
You take a tentative seat on Patrick’s bed and finally get a good look around the room. There are clothes tossed on floor, a stack of textbooks and a couple CDs on his desk. Really it’s just your average dorm—a room too small for anyone to live in comfortably, with that signature, indescribable dorm smell. The trailers start on the TV and he goes over to the mini fridge.
“Want a beer?” You nod, wondering if he gets that you’re thinking about this as a date. It really seems like, for him, a movie and a beer would be an average night in with his roommate.
“Hey, where’s your roommate?”
He settles on his bed next to you, his leg only a couple of inches away from yours. “Oh, Art?” He scratches his face. “He had a match at another school this evening, he’s spending the night there.”
“Huh. Do you do this,” you gesture to the TV and the beer and the two of you, “with your roommate a lot?”
He swallows and pauses for a minute before putting his arm around your waist and shifting closer to you. The movie has started, the screen filled with polaroids, and he lowers his voice, “I don’t do this with my roommate.” His moves are working and his intentions are clear, but you’re not going to be so easy.
You thread a hand through his hair, “Are you sure? You’ve never pressed your thigh against his while you were watching a movie together?” Your tone is teasing, lighthearted. It clearly gets at something deeper, though. His voice falters when he denies it. His cheeks redden.
You pull away from him, focus on the movie, and take a gulp of beer. Feigned indifference suits you well and it only makes Patrick want you more. For twenty minutes you watch him pretend to watch the movie in your peripheral vision.
Finally, you decide he’s suffered enough. “So, you didn’t really invite me here just to watch a movie, did you?”
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