Every Rose Has It's Thorns (Patrick Kane)

My Song

Madeline

After Patrick was done with the circus trip and I was done recording we both return to Chicago. My new song is expected to hit the radios soon and my producer promises that he'll handle my dad. And usually I'm excited to be home, but it's hard to be in a house with three floors and endless things and no one to share it with.

After the little media issue with Patrick we talked for about five hours straight and it was refreshing. He got some things off his chest and I did too. It was refreshing to hear what he was really thinking and how he felt. We were able to realize that we can talk to each other no matter what and no matter how hard it is to say. We have each other and neither of us wanted to let go. That's what's important, and that's why we are going to stay together through it all.

And ever since I returned to Chicago I have had Patrick over a lot to keep me company. The hardest thing about being famous is how lonely it gets. I don't trust a lot of people anymore, there's some people I'm friends with but a lot of them are in LA along with people I never want to see again so that's why it's easier for me to be here than there. Even if I feel alone.

"I have a question" I say to Patrick as we sit on my couch. We were watching a college football game this Saturday afternoon and eating whatever my personal chef left in the fridge. My legs were in his lap as he absentmindedly rubbed them.

"What's up" he wonders.

"What do you think about moving in with me" I ask and he stops watching tv. He turns to me as he tries to read my face. Our relationship has taken a little turn since LA so he probably wasn't expecting me to up and ask him to move in. But I really did want him to.

"This seems too easy" he claims and I chuckle at his answer.

"There's no trick. I just don't want to be here by myself and there's not a lot of people I trust to live here with me" I shrug.

"And you trust me" he questions.

"You're human Patrick, humans make mistakes. I know you were frustrated with the paparazzi, I saw the photos of them outside of SAP waiting for you. I know they twist words and took them out of context. I can't be mad at you for feeling like this. But if you really do mean what you say about you loving me and wanting to be with me then I don't see why you can't move in" I shrug.

"The only bad side I see about this is when I leave I'll be leaving you here alone. I don't want you to feel alone and I don't want it to be because I'm not there. It's already hard enough for me to leave you" he claims and I smile a little.

"I think I'll be alright. When you're gone I can have my music to keep me company and I'll write about how much I miss you" I tease and he laughs.

"I would be more than happy to move in, only if you're really okay with it" he insists.

"I want you" I promise as I move in closer. I pull him into a kiss and I feel him smile.

"So what do you want to do the rest of the day" he wonders.

"Watch football" I admit and he smiles.

"That's what I like to hear."

We spend the rest of this day sitting there on the couch watching tv. Neither of us wanted to do much of anything after being away for a while. Suddenly I hear something coming from the tv and it sounded like my song I just recorded.

"Babe turn the volume up" I tell him and he does so. I hear my song come through the sound system and I smile big. It was a commercial for a movie coming out next year and it was set to my song.

"Wait... isn't this the song I tried to get you to release" he asks me and I nod.

"It is. They're using it for a movie preview and I had no idea" I admit.

"That's awesome! Baby I'm so happy for you" Patrick says as he wraps his arms around me and gives me a squeeze. I look up into his eyes and see this little spark in them.

"Thank you. I gotta go call my producer and ask what in the world is happening" I say and he nods.

I crawl out of his embrace and go to my phone that was sitting on the charger. It was blowing up with people who also saw the commercial and was tweeting me or saying something on Facebook or texting me. I get through all the kind messages and find my producers number before calling him.

"Hey superstar" he answers.

"How in the world did you get that song on a commercial already" I ask.

"It's a great song, I could tell when it was just lyrics on paper. I knew that I could get it everywhere given the chance and I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I think it sounded great on the commercial" he admits and I smile.

"I did too. I was just a little bit shocked" I admit. It hasn't even been on the radio yet.

"I wanted you to see for yourself that you are loved and appreciated both far and wide" he says and I smile big.

Sometimes Joel felt more like a dad to me than my own father. He understands that this is a business but I'm still just a kid, not yet 21. He knows that if he wants good music out of me he can't force it out. Songs like that come when I'm ready and he's always there for me when I'm not. He believes in me and wants to see me do good. I knew he would be everything I needed him to be and more.

"I really appreciate all you do for me. You're the best" I say.

"That's all you. If you need anything let me know" he says and I nod.

"Will do."

I tuck my phone away and I find Patrick standing by the door and I grow sad. He had his jacket on and was going through his phone as he waited for me.

"Where are you going" I ask really sad like.

"I was gonna go to my place and grab a few things to bring over so I can stay for a few nights" he explains and I smile.

"Oh" I say.

"Don't worry, I won't be gone for too long" he assures me and I nod.

"Good" I smile.

He walks over to me to give me a kiss but when we break apart he keeps me in his arms.

"I love you" he reminds me and I smile.

"I love you most."