Hey, so if you've ever read any of my stories you know I write the longest A/N's ever, and I'm sorry, but that's me.

The theory I'm going with here doesn't belong to me, but it really inspired me to write this story. Later on in the story, I'll send you the video that inspired it all…because if I told you now it would ruin the surprise if you don't already know what the current theory is.

I've never written a Peddie fic before. Why is that? I'm kind of scared of attempting to portray either Patricia or Eddie's thoughts. My characters tend to be more pensive and less fiery than Patricia and I really don't want to butcher her character because I really do like her character. That's why I'll be taking this story slowly. I want to give every chapter a chance to…marinade if you will.

Anyway I hope you enjoy it, please review and give me feedback. Please know that I will struggle to update. I've got school stressors and I'm a mess, but please, if you review it'll keep it in the forefront of my mind. Let me know what you're liking and not liking, maybe give me some suggestions, I honestly don't mind, but please review and help me continue this story. I'd love you forever.

NOTE: This is a little bit AU. I'm going to be pretending for the purposes of this first chapter that Joy lives down the street from Patricia or something. I've always thought them close, so I thought I'd play that up a bit in the first little scene here.

Hannah Kay xx

"Patricia!" Joy's voice boomed through my empty house and I looked up from where I was currently packing my bags for America to find my dark haired friend quickly approaching. She was wearing a blue pleated shirt and white blouse, black hair falling simply around her tan face as she hurried down the hall into my cluttered room. She stopped short at the door, lifting an eyebrow at me. "What're you doing?"

I shrugged casually, sitting on the edge of my bed and crossing my black tight clad legs. "Just packing." I answered simply, grabbing one of my t-shirts to fold.

She smirked, slumping down on the chair across from my bed. "I see you're packing, Patricia." She answered with a little laugh, shaking her head at my behavior. "Why're you packing?"

I nodded. "Oh, that." I answered with a little smirk, grabbing the stack of papers from my bedside table and handing them to her.

"What is this…?" She asked, trailing off as her eyes grazed over the papers I'd given her. "You're going to America?"

I glanced up, nodding slowly as I took the passport and boarding pass back into my hands. "Mhm."

She lifted an eyebrow, confusion bleeding onto her features before quickly resolving into understanding. "You're going to America," She continued, a slow smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "to see Eddie."

I shrugged, but couldn't keep my eyes from brightening with excitement. I hadn't seen my boyfriend since we left school over a month ago and yes, I missed him. "To see the Statue of Liberty."

Joy rolled her eyes, standing and then flopping down on the bed beside me with a mocking smirk. "Then why aren't you going to New York?"

I laughed, handing her a stack of clothes. "Stop being difficult and help me fold."

She sighed, letting the topic drop as we folded my clothes, stacking them in neat piles in my suit cases. Rock music swelled around us as we worked, but quickly enough Joy got fidgety. "Patricia, you've got to give me something here."

I smirked, zipping up my suit case and pulling my jacket on. "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to admit you're going to America to see Eddie!" She replied with a little laugh.

I laughed. "Fine. I'm going to America to see Eddie. Happy?"

She shrugged. "A bit. Now, details please?"

"Like what?" I answered simply, walking to the door and flipping the light off, leaving her in the dark.

She huffed. "For one, where are your parents?"

"They went on a cruise a week ago and won't be back till school starts." I answered simply, dragging my suit case to the front door.

"So they're letting you travel halfway around the world to see your boyfriend?" She probed, lifting an eyebrow at me.

I nodded. "Pretty much."

She laughed humorlessly. "I go on a fifteen day long trip and all this happens? Couldn't you have given me a ring, Patricia?"

"It's not that big of a deal, Joy." I answered, slipping into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. "Now, will you drive me to the airport or will I have to call a cab?"

Joy smirked, pulling her car keys from her pocket. "Come on."

A few minutes later we're in Joy's car, her fingers beating almost erratically against the steering wheel. "Well, where are you going to be staying?"

I laughed at her. She'd been trying so hard not to ask questions. "I'll be staying with the Miller's."

She lifted an eyebrow suggestively at me. "Oh, the Miller's, eh? That should be interesting. Meeting the mom and all that jazz."

I grinned out the window. "I'll keep you posted on that one."

"There's the Patricia I know and love!" She answered as we pulled into the airport. "Don't think I'm not going to hold you to that."

I laughed, nodding, and opening my door once she'd parked. I got out of the car, pulling my suit case from the back before grinning at her. "I'll see you at school."

She laughed, hugging my neck. "You better be good, Patricia Williamson."

I smirked, strutting away a few paces and laughing. "I think I can take care of myself, Mercer."

So, yeah. I don't know. This is short, but it's like background and yeah. I hope the other chapters will flow better. I'm sorry if this isn't good. I'm trying. But I really like the idea, so I'm trying to give it some written.. yeah, even this explanation isn't making sense. I give up.

Bye.

Review.

Hannah xx