Finally, after so long - 3 weeks - I am back! Here is the Peddie chapter that I sort of promised... I am also going to be submitting a Neddie story soon! But, as usual, the homework and dance is always conflicting with the writing time. And then, other times, I am just too tired to write or have no drive.
Enough talking from me, onward to the story! (Takes place after Eddie talks to his dad about being the Osirian.)
"Still can't dance, hmm, Yacker?" Eddie says, spinning his girlfriend as they move around the tiny dance floor set up in Anubis House.
"Like you're doing any better," Patricia scoffs, but a small smile tugs at her lips.
"Well, I am leading," he retorts, earning himself a slap on the arm by Patricia.
"Guys, Amber's planning a sabotage," Joy says, coming out of nowhere and touching their shoulders.
They turn to her in confusion. "Who are we sabotaging?" Patricia asks, already okay with the idea.
Eddie nods, adding, "And when?"
Joy raises her eyebrows at the two in front of her. "Nina and Fabian - corridor - one minute."
"And you're okay with that?" Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.
"Of course I am." Joy says, a bit too quickly for Patricia's liking. She then marches off toward Jerome and Mara, who are now chatting excitedly in the corner. Patricia makes a mental note to ask her roommate about that later in their room, when the only one who can hear them talking is Mara.
"Should we go over there?" Eddie asks.
She bites back a retort - "No, we should stay here, attempting to dance, while the perfect moment to embarrass Fabian and Nina just slips by us" - thinking that she has insulted him enough for one night.
He grins, saying, "No snarky reply? You feeling okay?"
"Just a little dizzy after you spun me in circles with your terrible dancing," Patricia says, glad to let out one last retort for the night.
Eddie laughs, but clasps her hand as they walk toward the closed double doors that lead into the hallway. Amber beckons them closer, but puts a finger to her lips in a command of "be quiet."
She opens the door a crack, peering at "Fabina." Patricia is able to peek over Amber's blonde hair, and everyone's favorite couple snogging.
Apparently, that is the cue for Amber, because she squeals, "Yay!", and thrusts open the doors to allow all of Anubis House to run at Fabian and Nina, who appear to be startled at the entrance. They are attacked with hugs, still trying to recover from their surprise attack.
But after a few moments, the housemates begin to disperse into their own places, since the party seems to be drawing to a close. Patricia takes Eddie's hand, pulling him out onto the porch, and closing the door on the slowly diminishing music of the party.
In the cool night air, a soft zephyr is blowing from the south, signaling that summer has finally come. The wind flutters Patricia's hair in the breeze, fanning the crimson locks around her face in a halo of red.
"So, what are you doing this summer?" Patricia whispers into the darkness, not facing Eddie.
"Probably just staying at my dad's for a little bit, but mostly in America with my mom," Eddie says, not looking at Patricia, either. "What about you?"
"At my mum's, for most of the summer. Being bored out of my mind with nothing to do but wait until the next school year for my parents to send me back here." Patricia's voice breaks softly at the end, and she closes her eyes for a moment to clear away her cluttered thoughts and emotions.
Eddie glances at her from the corner of his eye, but says nothing and looks up at the sky, covered in millions of twinkling stars. Silence surrounds them, wrapping the two in a thick layer of quiet, only disturbed by the light rustling of the leaves in the trees around the house.
"What's going to happen?" Patricia asks, more to herself than to him.
"To the world in December? I don't know. The Mayans weren't very specific. It could be anything-" he begins to say.
She drops his hand and hits him on the arm as he laughs. "That's not what I meant!" she exclaims. Eddie is still chuckling and shaking his head, irritating Patricia. She is really annoyed that he is not taking her seriously.
"I'm serious, Eddie."
He looks at her, his expression still alight with laughter, seeing her solemn expression. His face becomes somber. He takes her hand again, saying, "Sorry, sorry. I'm serious."
"What's going to happen?" Patricia repeats.
"This summer. Are we still going to be . . . I mean, are we going to still be . . . whatever this is?" She gestures between the two of them, their interlocked hands.
He begins to absently rub the top of her hand with his thumb. "What are we?"
"I dunno," she mumbles to herself.
"Mm," he says distractedly.
She sneaks a look at him. He is still staring up at the sky, as if searching for answers in the sky, like the stars will align and create a message that will reply to his questions.
"I mean, we've kissed. We hung out, and . . ." She takes a deep breath. "Listen, okay?"
Patricia turns to him, squeezing his hand to make him look at her. His brown eyes are so understanding, but full of confusion, too. He wants an answer that she doesn't know if she can give.
"I-I like you. A lot, okay?" She looks down, feeling a bit embarrassed that she admitted it. Even though she has told him this before, it seems that in the night air, alone, it is a secret that has been brought up anew. This time, it feels more personal, and real.
"Patricia," he starts. She braces herself for some sort of rejection, maybe a "this has been nice, but we should be friends" speech that she has heard several times already. But his words shock her beyond belief, and she just stares at him for the longest time.
"I like you, too. I mean, I really like you. I don't want, whatever this is, whatever we are . . . I don't really want it to end."
"Really?" she asks in a faint whisper.
He presents his signature smirk, but instead of being cocky or arrogant, he looks more amused than anything. "What, you'd think I'd open up to you and not mean it?"
"Yeah," Patricia says, a smile gracing her lips.
"Thanks. Glad you believe in me," he replies sarcastically.
"No problem." But Patricia gives him a quick, but very nice kiss on the lips, startling him.
"What was that for?" he asks, sounding dazed.
She grins, appreciating the fact that her kisses make him sound dazed. "It's just for, everything."
He raises an eyebrow, but she hits him on the arm. "I don't know how to describe it, but you know what I mean!"
"Yeah, I do. But hey, this sounds like a goodbye, and we still have a few days before we both leave! What, wanna get rid of me that fast, Yacker?"
"No, and would you stop calling me that?" she says. But then she hugs him, glad that they do have those few days left before they have to leave and not see each other in person for the entire summer.
"Nope. I'll never stop calling you that, because then I wouldn't be Eddie, would I?" he asks in her ear.
"No. You wouldn't," Patricia replies, a smile once again appearing on her face.
There it is. Hope you liked it, because it took a lot to write that terrible chapter... -sigh- Anyway, please review, even though I don't deserve it because I have been a terrible author who never updates her stories...
Oh, and let me know what you think about Friday the 13th, whether you think it's just superstition or an unlucky day? I personally think that it has more of a chance of becoming a crappy day in comparison to the other 364/365 days of the year...