Patrick smiled at Aiden. "I can ask him, I think him and my mom are out in the field so I'll wait till they come back." he said. "You know my Dad. You don't ask him anything until all the work is done. Would you guys mind helping out around here today? I could really use the help."

He then looked at Belle, unsure because of the fake smile. "You're Dad wouldn't let you go out one night?" he asked. "Yeah. Let me just grab something fast to eat." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple to eat then he went to the bottom of the stairs. "Everyone out to the barns right now!" he yelled. "Fire in the house!" He then smirked at the other's. "That should get them all outside." he said with a shrug, biting into the apple.

Belle started to laugh. "Patticakes I didn't know you had that in you!" she said as she was laughing. Once they were outside she looked at Patrick. "You know my dad. He believes I need to be on a formal date in order to miss "bonding time"" she said with a shudder.. if only he knew.

Patrick smiled at Aiden and Kayden. "Thanks guys." he said, lets head out. "They will eventually come out." He sighed, hoping they would come out. Patrick started outside and then stopped for a second. "You could tell him you were going on a formal date with me." he said, a soft smile on his face. Before she could say more he walked down the front steps and started on the path to the barn.

Bell stopped dead in her tracks. A date with Patrick? She instantly felt the butterflies. Well it really wasn't a date. she quickly shook the thoughts out of the mind and ran after him. "Patrick!" She said as she caught up with him. "You can't just say that and walk away. you know I have never dated. My dad would know something was up." she said with wide eyes at him. It's not that she didn't like the idea of a date, especially with Patrick, but there was no way she could date him. He would be so embarrassed and never ever talk to her again, if he found out about her dad beating her. She couldn't lose him as a friend.

Patrick had slowed down so she could catch up. He put his hands in the pocket of his jeans, the rest of the apple was in his hoodie pocket so he could give it to Shiloh. /'But Belle, I really like you and I want to go out with you./ Just say that Patrick, just say it. He couldn't, afraid that she didn't feel the same way. "Just because you never dated, doesn't mean you can't start." he said, looking at her and then away. That was not what he had wanted to say.

ooc: That is alright. You may join.

ooc; Pfft, I totally died. xD For like three hours. Any way I can still throw Miles in?

ooc: Riddy!! You left me! cries You can join still.

ooc; SORRY D: Bubby wanted the compy. It is his, you know. xD

ooc: It's alright Riddy. Go ahead and throw in Miles. I'll be back in a bit. I have to go take a shower.

It was rhythmatic. Though most things about Miles Oliver Micheals were rhythmatic. Autism made you follow a schedule; whether mental or written down. The 5'7" seventeen year old sat crossed legged on his bed, eyes of celery hued giving a dull tint. He hated chores with a passion, though he'd been trained from the day he was born that they had to be done. Though unlike his siblings, he didn't have to clean his room very much. Everything in the prim and precise room was literally lined up; whether it be according to size, color, shape, oldness, newness, et cetra. Miles rarely ever changed his room. If one thing was out of place, he would go insane attempting to put them back they way they were.

He responded horribly to change, yes.

Miles ran a hair through his black hair. It was getting long, he noticed, and terribly irritating. He'd have to change that soon. Sighing loudly, he managed to creep over to his wardrobe and peel a set of clothes from the delicate hangers. Though most, except his cousins, were up at this time he preferred not to disturb anyone. He changed into them; 'them' being a pair of blue jeans that flared around his thin ankles and a black t-shirt with a frowning internet smiley-esque design on the front. Very simplistic, Miles was. He turned the light off, it was much too early for him to have it on this early. 'Shit,' He signed, giving a visible frown. 'Should I go downstairs or not? Is it too early?' He also hated being the first to do things.

Miles did know how to talk, though his speech varied from chopped sentences to complete ones, some things being horribly simplistic (as was himself.) When he /did/ speak, he preferred to sign while speaking.

Deciding that he didn't care whether he was downstairs first or not, Miles blew a hair from his face and exited the room. Away he was, to start the dreaded chorses. -el finite-

ooc; AHAHA. TOTAL USE OF NO FILTERS. CC: -hugs Subeta-

OoC: Sorry I will post soon I had to eat! BiC: She looked at Patrick. She had hoped he would say something else but she smiled. "Hey." She said grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You know, I would love to get out Friday night." She told him.. Do it do it.. She told herself but she couldn't "We can tell my dad we are going out on a date Friday night and then go to the bonfire, how does that sound?" She asked him in a genital voice. She blinked and held it for about three seconds longer then normal. "We can say were on a date and not really. Just hang out as two friends, like we always have," She said the last part with a little sadness behind her voice. If he noticed it she didn't know, but she hadn't noticed.

Patrick blinked, looking at her. 'How about more than friends? How about we make it a real date?' The questions he asked her over and over in his head, but didn't have the guts to say. Hug her Patrick, tell her how you feel, just do it. "Bell I...I really would..." he sighed. "I would really love hanging out as friends like we used to." Damn it, he had chickened out again. He closed his eyes, he knew the path well enough to not look. He glanced back at the house, apparently his trick hadn't worked. He wondered if Miles and Katelyn were going to join them anytime soon.

Kimberly came downstairs and seeing Katelyn in the kitchen she immediately thought 'Breakfast!' She sat down at the table, her feet up as she leaned back in the chair. "Hey cousin. I'll take some scrambled eggs, bacon, french toast, and some raspberry tea." she said.

ooc; I gotta go D: I'll be back 2moro. PEACE. -fades-

Belle watched him walk away. she closed her eyes. She looked back up to the house and noticed the twins just sitting there, Smiling. "Hey you should go get Kate. She should be up by now. Unless she wants me to do all her chorus along with the money" She said with a laugh. She turned back to the barn and gave a heavy sigh, and walked into the barn. Firs thing she noticed was it hadn't changed over night, which was good. She noticed Patrick was over by his horse. She smiled as she looked down at the horse feed. She loved that horse as well, but her favorite was on the other end of the barn. She quickly grabbed some feed in a pale and walked over to coco's stall. Coco was Patrick's other horse (if thats ok?). She absolutely loved this horse. "Hey boy." She said as she walked into the Stable. "How's my second favorite boy?" she said as she brushed her hand a long his deep brown fur. The horse gave her a look like it was sad because it was second best. she looked at him and laughed "Now now, you know how my first boy is." She said with a smile, and she dumped the feed into his dish. "Want some hay later this afternoon? put you out in the meadow later on today? I bet you would like that, " She said as she put some hay in her hand and watched him eat it.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, she couldn't cook to save her life. Instead she decided to be a complete ass. She had heard that Miles didn't like his stuff moved, Patrick had already given her the 'If you touch his stuff I will kill you.' talk, but he wouldn't do that. She ran off upstairs leaving the eggs and bacon to spoil on the table.

Patrick smiled. "I don't have to. She is already here." he said with a laugh. "Morning Katelyn. Is Kimberly going to help or what?" he asked, not wanting to tell her what had been going on. He then watched Belle as she talked to Coco. Oh, why did she have to be so pretty, even in her work clothes. Just do it Patrick. He glanced at Shiloh who seemed to understand what he was thinking and he gave an encouraging nudge. Patrick smiled at the horse and then walked over to Belle, gently taking her hand in his own. "Can I talk to you outside for a second?" he asked.

Belle looked up as soon as she felt his hand around hers. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "umm sure?" she replied. She couldn't figure out why he would want to talk to her. Everything was already set up. They were going to fake a date hang out as Friends to the bonfire. Nothing else needed to be covered. She watched as Katelyn showed up. She put a smile on her face as she was being led out of the barn. "Hey you!" She said with a smile as Patrick led her outside. She looked up at him. "What's up? I was just feeding him I swear" she told him. usually she would sit in there for ever and talk to Coco.

"It's not about Coco." Patrick said, he knew she loved the horse. He trusted her more than anyone with Coco. He took both of her hands in his own. "Bella I...I was kind of hoping we could go to the bonfire as more than friends..." he said nervously. He was looking in her eyes as he spoke. "You're so pretty and you are so nice, I like you Bell. I like you a lot." His first instinct was to run, but for one he listened to the tiny voice in his head and he stayed. "Probably sounds crazy." He muttered, looking at the ground now.