(O N E)All that we have left [[Partick Stump]] is this simple love scene ( S H O T )

I knew he would be here.
How could he be anywhere else?
I've known the boy for 6 years, and he only ever comes to the same place.

The wind picked up, and the baby horse in the field in front of me spooked. The mother horse paused in her grazing, looked back at him, and seeing that he wasn't in any danger, turned back to grazing. The field they were in was big and wooded. When I was younger, I had found this place behind my neighborhood. Now, the mother horse, whose name was Rainha, was fond of me. Her son, Fyrste, was one of the spaziest horses Id ever met.
But Rainha and Fyrste are beside the point.
They just make the setting.
Now for the actors.
The star of this moment's name is Sara Rivers. Also known as me. I play the lead in a play for two. The supporting role is Patrick Stump. Legendary pretty-boy singer for the band Fall Out Boy. Pat and the band had just gotten back from an around-the-world tour. When I had gone to go see them, no one knew where Pat was. And me being me, deduced that he was here.
As you probably have figured out, he was.
He leaned against the perfect white fence resting his head on his hands. As I approached, I heard a sigh escape his lips. Eyes following Fyrste as he galloped about, I walked up and mimicked Patrick's position against the fence. We stood in silence for a while.
"What's up, Pat?" I asked eventually.
He stood up straighter and looked at me through his glasses. "Nothing."
And just like that, Patrick Stump blew me off. He followed Rainha and Fyrste's movements down the hill in the field and hopped onto the top rail. Now, he sat about 30 feet away from me and I had the choice to follow him or walk off and tell the guys that I had had no luck.
I'm sure you know what it was that I did.
I strode down the hill and plopped myself next to Patrick on the fence.
"Tell me."
He groaned. "Why are you so persistent, Sara?"
"Cause I am," I stated bluntly. "Now, c'mon. Tell me."
He took a deep breath, held it for 5 beats, then slowly let it out. When he did this, I knew he was about to spill.
"So, there's this girl..." He stopped short.
"Yes?" Patrick looked at me with pleading eyes. "You already started, buddy." We have this rule, that whenever one of us starts spilling something, we don't stop and leave the other person hanging. He was now bound by that rule to continue.
"I really hate that rule," He mumbled. Eyes facing the horses again, he continued, "There's this girl... And I really like her... But... I dunno."
"What is it?"
"I know she doesn't like me back."
"Why do you say that? There are so many girls out there that drool over you, how do you know that this one girl doesn't like you?"
"Well... The people that drool over me don't know me." He sighed. "This girl... She knows everything about me. All of my hopes, dreams, aspirations. Even every single one of my irrational fears and hates... No one who knows that much about me could ever like me the way I want her to."
"That's not true!" I exclaimed, making him jump and wobble on the bench. "Sorry" I giggled.
"It is so true."
I sighed. "Well... If it makes you feel any better... I'm in sort of the same predicament myself..."
"Oh really now?"
"Yeah..."
"With Pete?" I laughed inside my head. Funny he would ask that. What he doesn't know...
"No, not Pete."
He looked confused, "Then who?"
"No one" I told him.
"You have to," He said cockily. "That's the rule."
"Uugghhh," I groaned. "If I tell, you have to too."
Patricks gulp was audible in the silent pasture. "Oh-ok"
"Wanna do it on 3?"
He nodded wordlessly.
"1" I started.
"2" He followed.
"3, you!" We both exclaimed at exactly the same time.

The silence that followed was filled with a tension that you could cut with a spoon.
"M- Me?" I stammered stupidly.
He blushed madly, and stared at a piece of grass waving in the wind. "Yeah..."
"Wow..."
"See, I knew you wouldn't like me!" He yelled. He hopped off the fence and walked off into the pasture.
"Patrick!" I yelled after him.
"What?" He didn't look back.
"I like you too!" He froze in his tracks.
"What the hell did you just say?" He hadn't moved a muscle.
"I like you too, Pat." I jumped off the fence and ran over to him. "I like you too," I whispered when I was close enough.
He turned and stared at me for 6 seconds before pushing his lips onto mine. It was a sweet, innocent kiss, and when he pulled away, he rested his forehead on mine.
"I love you, Sara."
"I love you, too, Pat."
With that said, he attached our lips once more. This time, though, the kiss was a bit more forceful, a bit hungrier. Just as his tongue asked for entrance, a loud whinny came from Rainha. We jumped apart and looked at the horse.
She snorted and shook her head. It was almost as if she was saying, 'It's about time you two got together, but don't do it around my baby'.
I told you she was fond of me.
We laughed and Patrick grasped my hand. As we walked back to the fence, I realized that I hadn't seen Fyrste in a while. As soon as I thought that, Patrick yelped.
I looked at him quizzically.
"The damn baby just bit me on the butt!" He yelled, rubbing his backside.
I laughed at him and turned around to face Fyrste.
"No matter what happens with Patrick, Fyrste," I told the bay colt. "You'll always be my little prince."
I ruffled his mane and continued walking out of the field with Patrick.
"I don't get to be your prince?" he asked, pouting.
"No." I told him. "You could never be my prince!"
"Why not?" He asked sadly.
"You're too busy being my king."
Patrick blushed like mad, but didn't turn away like he usually did. He just grabbed my hand and laced our fingers. "And you're my Queen?"
It made me sort of sad that the statement had turned into a question, but I moved myself closer to him and answered, "Always and forever, Patrick."
He tried the words out on his tongue, "Always and forever..." Then he leaned in for another kiss.

And once again, Rainha whinnied.

The Kid Was Alright, But It Went To His Head

See? Cheesy, but lovely. Hope you like, Sam!!
<33 Kelsey
Oh, and Rainha means "Queen" in... portugese, I think. and Fyrste means "Prince" in... like, Dutch or russian or something. Jsut sos ya know. And the picture is them.