Arian's POV
I'm going to lose it soon.
Don't get me wrong. Patrick is a great guy, and an awesome boyfriend and all, but he can be annoying most of the freaking time.
Take for instance, right now.
We are here at the ice cream parlour. I'm trying to get over Blair's episode but, he won't stop talking about... honestly I don't even know what he's talking about anymore.
"...and he eventually lost to the pregnant woman," he rambles.
"Pat, Hun, I love you and all, but I still cherish my sanity."
"Your sanity is just fine," he says as he pats my hair.
"Yeah. But, not for long." I murmur.
"Are you feeling better?" He asks. And I get the feeling he's not just talking about that whole Blair episode.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." I tell him. I don't need him prying.
" Bullshit!!!" he whisper-yell.
"Pardon?"
"You've been acting weird all week. You constantly zoned out on all my conversations, and you've been using drugs for only God knows what!!!"
