Okay, so my first Edricia fanfic was going to be off of one of my BFFL's first idea… and she told me, "Sampling fancy cheeses." Hm. So I was about to, when she told me this idea instead. I don't know… I wonder how the cheese thing may have turned out…. We'll never know…. Or won't we? ;)

This is going to be my first multi- chap in a while, so YAY FOR NO ONE- SHOT! I always have a fluffy one- shot, so it's nice to try something new.

CRAP WHY CAN'T I TYPE TODAY? Well I fixed it, but I messed up on the last, like, seven words. Darn… now I look insane… of course, I could delete THIS…. But I won't! (I messed up "but" just now… FML.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Yes I do.

No. I'm kidding.

I stretched and yawned in my bed, aware of my frizzy hair and scrunched up covers. I was never a peaceful sleeper. I suddenly became aware of something I had grown immune to; the sound of my blatantly blaring alarm clock. It was too early to locate the thing, since my tired, burning eyes weren't even open yet, so I rolled over and blocked out the sound.

Seconds later, a pillow hit me smack in the face, which was an impressive shot for my un- athletic roomie.

"Patricia, would you shut that clock off?" Mara groaned in her high- pitch whiny voice from across the room. "Today was the one day I was going to sleep in a little later."

"Oh, yeah," I retorted, talking into the covers my face was currently buried in. "You mean ten minutes later than usual, right?" I taunted good- humoredly.

"Ten minutes does make a difference, Patricia." Mara countered.

Great. She'd been up two minutes and was already ready for an intelligent debate, while I, in the meantime, couldn't yet tell you my eye color if I was asked.

I grunted in response.

"Very mature," Mara replied with a hint of a smile in her face.

I was aware of Mara's shuffling covers, her heavy approach, and the click of the "snooze" button on my clock, followed by a peaceful silence.

As I hung around in the limbo between sleep and awake, I realized with a deflated heart that once I was up, in a manner of speaking, I would not be able to sleep again. So, with a resigned air, I pulled off my covers and opened my eyes to the harshly lit room. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, squinting. Mara was gone, probably downstairs and ready to get to school forty- five minutes early as always.

I resentfully forced myself to stand, an action that was painfully slow and groggy. Every morning was like this for me. Last to fall asleep, last to wake up. I was always the one who trekked into the dining room awkwardly late.

I, realizing I was alone, was about to lazily dress for school, but just as I gripped the bottom of my tank, about to rip it off, the door swung open with a whoosh and a bang. I let out a very Amber-ish scream and fell to land on my bed, scrabbling for the covers. I looked up venomously at the new American jerk standing in the doorway, hand on the doorknob.

"Oops, hehe. Sorry," he said with a smirk, but his lack of sincerity told me this was most likely no accident.

"You creep!" I threw the covers aside angrily, resisting the urge to walk over and rip his head from his body. My face felt hot as his eyes traveled down to my flimsy tank top and short- shorts.

"Hey!" I barked at him, blushing and pulling the covers over myself once more.

"Sorry, sorry!" His arms rose defensively, but he made no further move.

"What're you doing?" I questioned furiously, feeling violent.

"I was looking for the bathroom!" he replied, his answer apparently well- rehearsed. But I could see his nervousness.

"You're a horrible liar," I spat, narrowing my eyes at him. I felt another rush of embarrassment. I wasn't wearing makeup or anything, and my hair was a bird's nest.

There was a moment of silence, but my anger reached the boiling point, and I screamed, "GET OUT!" Eddie gave a start and hit his hand on the doorknob noisily. Cussing loudly, he ran out the door, nursing his injury and looking back at me nervously as he scrambled.

"Idiot," I muttered, face bright and heart beating furiously.

Apparently his mad dash wasn't a good idea, because suddenly there was a distant yelp, and manifold thumps.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

CRASH.

With each noise there was an accompanying holler, until the last one, where no sound followed.

I tried to shrug off my sudden, uncalled for worry and continue my morning routine, but after a minute of strange silence, my head was peeping out the door.

Sorry it's so short! The next chapter will be twice as long, promise! REVIEW!