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Felt like writing some Micktricia.

It's a conversation they start at night in America, the moonlight hitting both of them in that clichéd way, making them look better than they actually are. Eddie starts it- as he usually does- and she just goes along with it, because she's tired and doesn't feel like arguing.

"Kiss me if I'm right," he says, and she nods again. "Um, I was your first real boyfriend?"

Kiss. That one's true.

"I was your first kiss?"

Kiss. Also true.

"First person you ever went on a date with?"

Yes. He is, and she groans, kissing him again.

"Was I your first crush?"

She falters.

No.

Eddie's not.


It's years earlier that Mick comes into her room on a Saturday- she's on her bed, listening to music. But she looks up when he enters and her heart beats just a little faster. Because Mick has that effect on her- Mick has that effect on every girl actually.

"Hey," he says softly that day, sitting down on the side of her bed without an invitation. She doesn't mind- not really. She's telling herself to calm down and not get her hopes up, but she can't. Her words come out the same though: bitter and sharp.

"Reason why you're here, Campbell?" she asks, trying to explain to herself that there's obviously always a reason.

"I have something to ask you."

Her heart is beating faster. Stop, she commands herself. Stop! "Go ahead before I kick you out of my room." And she plays it off so cool, seeming so bored that she congratulates herself.

"How do you ask someone out?"

Who is he asking out? Her eyes narrow, suspicions rising.

"Why, does Campbell have a crush?"

He scowls but she swears, there's a look of hesitancy in his eyes. "Yeah, I do," he says after a while, looking straight at her, and she lets a flicker of hope wash over her. But nobody can have a crush on her, so she doesn't say anything except:

"Who?"

"…Amber."

Heartbeat slowed.

Sneering once again.

"How would I know how to ask someone out?" she asks him, trying to keep the bitter out of her voice. Of course. It's Amber: little-miss-perfectly-beautiful Amber Millington. Of course. Because who is she in comparison to the blonde?

"Right," he says, standing up, looking a little forlorn, a little disappointed. And then he leaves, and then she turns up her music, drowning herself in guitar solos and drumbeats.

Maybe she can forget this happened.

Maybe she can forget that Mick Campbell just broke her heart.


And when Mara asks if she should go for it, she says no. Because she doesn't want her friend getting hurt- that's the only reason. It's not as if she'll feel a bit jealous seeing them together.

"Mara, he's a heartbreaker."


Eddie nudges her once more, looking for a confirmation or denial, and she shakes her head. He feels deflated- who was her first crush? He raises an eyebrow but she just rests her head on his shoulder to avoid his eyes, quickly falling asleep. She can't bring herself to tell him.

And she misses the call from Mick Campbell, who is sitting in Australia, thinking of how he should've just come straight out and told Patricia he liked her, instead of Amber. That day, he was implying that he wanted to ask Patricia out. But now? Now she's with some guy named Eddie, and Mick's thinking about them the same way she used to think of him and Amber, and then him and Mara.

It's almost sad to think that now, in Patricia Williamson's mind, Mick Campbell can be summed up in one word:

Heartbreaker.