20 Dollar Nose Bleed

I woke up incredibly sleepy to find myself in the back of a car leaning against the tattoo guy. I tried to move out of his way but I was wrapped tightly in a blanket. He looked down and me and leaned forward to "Patrick". I blinked as I watched, with fear, the two converse before tattoo guy leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I can honestly say I was confused but I didn't really have that much time to think about it because soon I was fast on again.
I was vaguely aware of the car engine running and the boys talking but I couldn't make out what they were actually saying. What ever they had injected me with was some serious stuff. I couldn't open my eyes or even think so in the end I gave up trying and drifted back into sleep.

"Wednesday? Wake up."

I groaned and rolled over.

"Come on Wednesday. Wake up."

I felt someone shake me gently but that didn't bother me.

"I need to make sure you're okay. Please. Come on."

My eyes snapped open. I remembered where I was in an instant and rolled away from whoever was talking to me. Straight off the bed and onto the floor. Again. Only this time there wasn't anyone there to catch me. I shuffled away from the boy on the bed as quickly as I could but he didn't follow me. He only looked sad. Which made me feel like super bad but what can I say? I had been broken into, drugged and kidnapped only to find myself in a completely strange place with the guys who had kidnapped me.

Now that I remembered where I was, and why, I took a moment to survey my surroundings. I know that sounds weird given my situation but I decided I had a better chance of escaping if I knew the place I was being kept. It was a nice room. Everything was white. The walls, the bed, the carpet. Everything. But unlike being creepy and clinical, like some people would expect it to be, it was nice. In a way comforting.

I quickly sat up and looked back to the boy on my bed. It was Patrick. Today he was wearing a grey t-shirt with a white long sleeved shirt underneath and jeans. He suited the look. There was something different about him that I couldn't quite place. Then I realised it was the lack of a hat. His hair was all tousled and fluffy looking as if he had been running his hands through it in worry which wouldn't surprise me. I smiled at this and he looked up quickly.

"Hi." I said slowly.

He looked extremely awkward and nervous so I stood up and went to sit back on the bed near him. I still wasn't 100% comfortable with this but he seemed the nicest out of the lot so I thought what the hell. Sitting next to him definitely made him relax more anyway.

"Hey." he replied frowning at me.

"What's up?" I asked suddenly very aware of everything that could be wrong with me.

"Nothing. You just took me by surprise that's all." he replied and shrugged.

"O-kayyyy... not weird at all."

He chuckled at this and shook his head slightly, smiling. I smiled back and took a moment to finish looking around the room. It looked like a girls room. But so far I hadn't met any girls. There were two wardrobes, a dresser, a full length mirror, a window seat, a book shelf, a corner full off stuffed toys and the bed was huge!!

"What's with the girlie room? One of you gay or something?" I asked straight out surprising even myself.

When I looked back at "Patrick" I saw him grin even wider and then he full on laughed.

"What? What did I do?" I defended.

"Nothing. Haha. No non of us are "gay" and there isn't another girl staying here before you ask that too. We brought some stuff in while you were sleeping. Joe said girls like stuffed toys and I thought you might want a mirror." he said looking around himself.

"Thanks. That's really nice of you. Want to explain what I'm doing here?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Erm let's save that for later yes? I came in here to check your blood pressure, heart rate and that nasty bump on your head."

My hand instantly flew up to the back of my head and yep, there was a giant bump on it. I frowned as I prodded at it. It was sore to poke, and pretty big but I had no memory as to how it got there. Patrick must have seen me frowning because he was quick to explain.

"When we found you a few nights ago you were on the floor and your head was bleeding. That's how you got the bump."

"Ohhh... Yeah. We need to talk about that." I stated.

He nodded, much to my surprise, and smiled again.

"Okay, got it. But first," he gestured to my arm. "May I?"

"Certainly." I said and held it out.

He wrapped the blood pressure monitor around it and attached two circular pads to my chest for the heart rate. I was instructed to sit still and two minutes later we had the results. I was fine. As for the bump, it was just a bump and would go away in a few days. He was like a Doctor.

"Anyway. I'm guessing you'll want to change. If you want to have a shower the bathroom is down the hall. Third door on the left. We'll be downstairs in the kitchen when you're ready." he said, smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait!" I called after him. He stopped and turned around.

"Yes?" he asked frowning slightly.

"I'm Wednesday Addams." I said and stuck out my hand.

"I'm Patrick Stump. And you, Wednesday Addams, have a very unique name." he smiled and shook my hand.

After he had left I decided the idea of a shower was suddenly extremely appealing and gathered some fresh clothes before heading to the bathroom.

After sorting myself out with fresh make-up and fresh clothes I decided to explore downstairs. I could hear the guys down there and thought I might as well go see what was happening. I found my way pretty easily and just when I was about to open the kitchen door it was swung open and someone stormed out... straight into me.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I started trying to pick myself up.

"Watch where you're going!" Mr Flawless said and pushed passed me.

"Nice to meet you too jerk!" I yelled at his back and flipped him the finger but he didn't turn around.

I turned to face the kitchen to see someone with extremely curly hair watching me with a huge grin on his face. I just stood there awkwardly and looked at him. But luckily I didn't have to for long because Patrick saved me.

"Joe what are you looking- Oh hey." he said and came out into the hall.

"You okay?" he asked looking at me carefully.

"Yeah. I'd be a lot better if jerkwad there hadn't just pushed me to the floor. What happened to him being nice?!" I complained and glared at the stairs he had gone up.

"Oh right. Well come in and we'll get you some breakfast okay?"

I wandered into the kitchen, following Patrick and took a seat at the table. "Joe" came and sat next to me still grinning like a mad man. I frowned at him and turned my attention back to Patrick. He seemed relatively normal.

"So what was with him?" I asked staring at the back of his head, extremely aware of Joe's gaze.

"Who? Pete? Oh he's usually like that. You'll get used to his mood swings in a while." he said. I saw him shrug but he didn't look at me.

"What do you mean I'll get used to it? Can't I go home?" I asked getting quite annoyed.

"No. I'm afraid not sorry. It's too dangerous."

"And why would that be?" I snapped involuntarily.

"I'll explain once Andy's up." he replied calmly.

"Oh great. So I've got to stay here with four guys who I've never met. One of which is a complete douche and another who won't stop staring at me like a stalker!" I snapped and turned my attention to Joe.

"What? What is it that could possibly be so amazing about me that means you have to stare hm? Cause I'd reallllllyyyy like to know." I snapped at him. I was really starting to get annoyed with these guys.

"Joe. Leave her alone. You need to make her feel welcome. Not like some creep." Patrick warned from the stove.

"I like this one Patrick. She's even better than Pete!" Joe smiled again happily.

"Oh good. I'm soooo glad I could make your life just that little bit better." I said sarcastically and turned back to Patrick.

"Oh be nice Wednesday. I know you've had a tough few days but it'll all pick up soon. And Joe's not that bad once you get to know him. Neither's Andy. It's just Pete but, like I said, you'll get used to him." he said, walking towards me with a plate of what looked like bacon.

I couldn't help but smile at Patrick. He did genuinely seem like a nice guy. But I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice.

"Now eat up. You've got a lot to take in in a moment and you're going to need all your strength." Patrick said taking a seat across from me and sliding the plate across.

"Thank you." I said happily and started digging in.

"Joe, do me a favour and go tell Pete and Andy to meet me in the front room. Thank you." he said absent mindedly.

"Will do. See ya later Tuesday." Joe said and waved.

"It's Wednesday idiot." I stated.

"No it's not. Today's Tuesday." he winked at me like it was the funniest joke in the world and wandered up the stairs.

"Douche." I said but couldn't help but smirk. Idiot boy.

"Yeah he thinks he's hilarious." Patrick said staring after him.

"Right then. So who's gonna tell me why the hell I'm here and why the hell I can't go home?" I said finishing off my breakfast and smiling at Patrick.

He pushed back his chair and stood up. After sticking the plate in the sink he came and stood by my chair waiting.

"Follow me Wednesday." he said, smiled and walked out a door next to the fridge.