My romantic story 2

This is so awkward. I manage to push the doorbell while still trying to keep Patrick's head from tilting back too far. What should i say? Before i can think about it too much i see someone walking up to the door and there pace seems to quicken as they see through the door. A nice looking lady opens the door "What happened, is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine he just fainted."

"Come in, hurry." The lady (im guessing Mrs. Fields Patrick's mother) opened the door wider and allowed me in as she walked over towards the stairs. "Reggy! get down here."

I carried Patrick to the living room and laid him down on the couch. The man named Reggy (i'm guessing his father) came down the stairs as Mrs. Fields walked into the kitchen. I stepped aside as Mr. Fields walked to the couch and looked over his son placing his hand on his head. "He has a bump on the back of his head, Sheila get some ice!"

"One step ahead of you." Mrs. Fields says walking through back through the door with a bag of ice and a towel. "Watch out." Mr. Fields steps to the side and Mrs. Fields picks up a pillow and carefully puts it under Patrick's head and then lays the ice with the towel around it under his head so that he is laying on it.
"Should we wake him?" Asked his father.

"No, we need to just wait until he wakes up, he isn't running a fever so he will be fine, just knocked out." for the first time Mr. Fields acknowledges me.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Patrick's."

"You must be the one that was coming over today." Said his mother as Mr. Fields walks to the foyer to close the front door.
"Who's car is that?" His father said as he closed the door.
"It's mine sir."

"No wonder why he fainted." Mr. Fields said as he looked out the front door. I let out a chuckle.
"Well would you like to sit..um?"
"Oh, it's Nathaniel, Mrs. Fields."

"Oh that's a nice name, please take a seat." She gestured towards a recliner next to the couch that Patrick was on. Mr. Fields came over and sat down along with Mrs. Fields on the love seat next to the other side of the couch. I sat with one leg crossed over the other as i looked down at Patrick, beginning to really feel bad about the whole situation.

"So Nathaniel" said Mr. Fields "is that your father's car?"
I let out a small laugh, "No sir, it's just mine."

"That's a lot of money for your parents to have paid on a car."
"Well then i guess it's good they didn't pay for it, Haha, i bought it on my own."
"Where would you get that kind of money?" I've had this conversation at least 300 times now, it gets old.

"When i was 10 i asked my father if he would buy me a new bike, he said he didn't have the money and if i wanted a new bike i'd have to save up or find some kind of job. From then on i realized it's easier to just earn your own spending money instead of asking your parents for it all the time, who never seem to have it anyway. So since then I've done paper routes, and eventually got a weekend job at the mall working security, then 2 years ago i was promoted to mall manager and before i knew it i was able to buy a good but used car and still have plenty left over saved up for college."

"Well good for you." said Mrs. Fields.
"Thank you, i just like to be prepared."

"And im guessing with your looks and all that money you must have a girlfriend." she said as she smiled at me, what was i supposed to say? how the heck do you tell someone no i don't have a girlfriend im actually gay without making it weird, well i guess their son is gay so it might not be that weird for them.

"Actually no.........." i couldn't find myself to say it, but they saw the hesitation on my face and came to a conclusion.
"Oh son, don't worry about it if you're gay, do you know about Patrick?"
"Actually i just found out today."
"Oh well that's great, we don't care about that kind of stuff, God didn't put us here not to accept and love each other." said Mrs. Fields.

Patrick shifted on the couch, i sat up to see if he was okay but Mrs. Fields stopped me "It's okay, he always tosses and turns in his sleep."
"oh okay, my mom says i do the same."
"Do you know why? because we have tried to figure out for years why he is so restless but everything seems okay, regular dreams, he doesn't seem uncomfortable, must just be a subconscious thing in his case."
"Oh, yes, we were able to figure out why i do a while back..."

"And?" i didn't want to answer but i knew it would be considered rude not to, especially when speaking to my crush's parents.
"Well, im prone to nightmares, i haven't had an actual dream in about, 6 years now, it's either a nightmare or no dream at all but only if i'm lucky."

"Nightmares every night? What kind of nightmares?" I didn't want to answer this question even more.

"The sleep specialist said they're worse than night terrors, they studied my heart rate and emotional activity during a nightmare and it was the highest they'd seen, they don't understand exactly why they are so bad but they gave me medication for it, after a couple years of the medicine not working they took me off of it and told me i was just going to have to live with it, and so i do."

"My goodness, im sorry. Do you remember them when you wake up?" Every one of them.
"Some of them." i hate lying. And by now i just wanna change the subject, luckily my phone rang "Sorry, ill be right back." his parents nodded and i walked out the door onto the porch to pull out my phone. Allison? What does she want? "Hello?"
"Oh my gosh! why didn't you tell me you were going over his house?!"

"Sorry i had homework and rehearsal and what not, i forgot to text you."
"still! this is major news, did he see the car?"
"Haha, yes he saw the car, he also fainted when he saw it, totally killed any kind of mood there was."

"There was a mood?"
"yes, well no, i don't know, but get this, i found out he's gay."
"Of course he's gay, he brought you coffee how oblivious are you?"

"Were you watching us yesterday?"
"Maybe..."
"Listen Allison i really like him, don't weird him out or anything-" I dropped my phone away from my ear as i turned around to see Patrick standing in the door way looking at me groggily.
"You, like me?

To be continued in my romantic story part 3.