KILL OFF THIS THINKING
it's starting to sink in

Patch sighed deeply as he hauled his ass out of music theory and towards the cafeteria. He wore a simple, cadet blue long sleeved shirt that hugged his lean frame, some loose fitted jeans, and his chucks, a studded belt around his waist. Overall, he looked pretty normal and down to earth as always, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a thin black bracelet around his wrist. He had a guitar case, with his guitar inside, on his back, the strap over one of his thin shoulder. Like the majority of the musicians in the school, he carried his instrument with him. You never know when a song might spring into your mind.

Lately, He had been going through a bit of hell. Upon leaving Balderman for the summer, he left things a bit hectic. His old flame, Theo, seemed to have moved on from Patch and had gone after Ian right before vacation and, completely shattered on the inside, Patch went to the last place he thought he could get over his problems: Home.

You see, the famous son of the Flood family had gotten into a lot of trouble upon coming to Balderman as a sophomore. So he had returned home in hopes of solving those problems, since usually over the summer he simply stayed in a hotel in London until school started up again. This time, Maui was where he went. Home to the Flood parents and gazillion other Flood children. While there, he fixed the majority of his problems and he finally got on good terms with his parents. He went to parties, had random hook ups, and overall, he had a pretty decent happy. He definetly came back changed...

And everyone had noticed. They noticed he stopped being such a playboy and was completely focused on his music instead of chasing after guys and gals, he stopped his smoking and drinking habit-for the most part since he would occassionally drink at a party or two but never too much. Basically, Patch Murphy Flood straightened himself up and instead of trying to make everyone else smile and be happy like he used to-he was actually thinking about himself.

But that was all beside the point. When he came back, Theo had said three words to Patch that, for once, Patch could not say back as much as his little heart wanted him too. He didn't feel he could completely trust Theo in that love-relationship again. But as a friend, Patch was all for it. Better to at least be friends with him than to cut him out of his life completely afterall.

He entered the cafeteria and smiled at the lady who smiled back, "The usual deary?" Patch grinned like the puppy he seemed to always look like.

"Yeah, double cheeseburger, no mayo," Patch chuckled as the lady happily brought it out and handed it to him along with his orange fanta. He turned to see where he could sit and eat and scrunched up his nose slightly to see no real seating available. Seeing someone by themselves, though, Patch walked right on over to them. He wasn't some anti-social creature. Oh no. Patch made friends quite easily just because he sort of had that laid back, islander vibe to him that, for some reason, attracted people.

"Mind if I sit here, dude?" Patch asked easily as he stood across from the guy. Hey...at least the guy was cute. Maybe he was one of the modeling guys that seem to be all over the place around here lately...Hopefully he wasn't cocky like them....