Later that night, Kat poked at her Chinese takeout and pushed the plate away. "I'm not hungry."

"Kat, honey, you need to eat. You're loosing weight, I think." her father said worried.

"I'm fine. I just need some rest, and I'm gonna go practice." she said, walking back upstairs, shutting the door to her room.

Dr. Stratford sighed, throwing his napkin down, his appetite gone himself, then looked at Bianca.

"So, how was school, sweetheart?"

"Oh, fine." she said, a bit too brightly for his liking.

"Really?" he asked supsiciously.

"Yes, just lovely. Um... I've got homework." she said, racing upstairs.

Later, Kat was obivlious to the door slowly, quietly opening as she was practicing her guitar, and singing softly to herself.

"Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlett letter. And, my Daddy said stay away from Juliett. But, you were everything to me. I was begging you please don't go... And, I said, Romeo take me soemwhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say yes... Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say yes...""Nice." the voice interrupted.

Kat blushed. Patrick Verona did not just catch her vibing on Taylor Swift...

"Don't stop on my account." he said, flopping onto the bed.

But, she put the guitar down and looked at him. "The door? Don't you usually prefer my window?"

"Don't get used to it." he smirked. "I thought I'd actually be civil and say hi to the Doc."

"Right." she said, eyeing him.

"The door's open..."

"Yeah, well, didn't want your dad comin' up here checking me for sperm count or something." he chuckled.

Kat laughed, and he held out a hand to her. She slid over next to him, so that he could wrap his arm around her waist. "I didn't know you had such a beautiful voice."

"Thanks, but... that's kind of a when I'm alone thing. Not exactly looking to be the next American Idol." she shuddered.

Patrick laughed. "You watch American Idol?"

"Um... no! Bianca makes me!"

Patrick laughed harder, and Kat smirked, nudging at him. Suddenly, they were kind of both play-fighting, and Patrick rolled on top of her, and their eyes locked. His eyes grew wide, worried, and he rolled back off.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Kat sighed, sitting up, and cupped his cheeks gently in her hands, pulling him forward for a kiss.

"Don't be sorry." she whispered, resting her forehead against his. "Don't you want me? Or was it because those other boys had... almost gotten there first?"

"No, Kat, that's not it!" he said forcefully, putting his hands on her arms. "I just didn't want to frighten you." he admitted. "Hell, I want you so much... I feel like a bottle of hot champange on a paint mixer..."

Kat smiled, obviously pleased with his answer. "Really?"

"Yes." he blushed.

"Well, then maybe this room, with my father downstairs... is not the place we should be... Why don't we start off with a ride on your bike?"

Patrick nodded, standing up.

"Where to, milady?" he asked, taking her hand.

"You'll see." she smiled, giving him a quick peck before practically skipping down the stairs to tell her dad they were going out...

The End...