Patricia's POV
I pull the towel off my hair, see my hair a platinum blonde color, and run downstairs stomping on every stair and pounding loudly on Fabian and Eddie's door. A nervous Fabian opens the door, trying to coax me into telling him what's wrong, but I practically threw Fabian out of his room and began screaming at Eddie, after I ripped his headphones off his head, throwing them on the floor.
"I ALREADY KNOW YOU DID THIS! HOW COULD YOU SCREW WITH MY HAIR LIKE THIS! I NEED MY REAL HAIR COLORING PRODUCTS NOW!"
I swear steam could've been coming out of my head, and still Eddie would've responded the same way. He calmly picked up his headphones, wrapped the cord up carefully and put them away along with his computer.
"Wow and I thought my music was loud," he said with a smirk. "Sadly, I don't know what 'hair coloring products' you're talking about." With this he stood up, towering over me with a smirk and standing a little too close for comfort with a stupid grin that said "Whatcha gonna do about it Yakker?"
Eddie's POV
I stood up and stared down at her grinning, while I looked into her beautiful eyes. Then I noticed something change-Eyes once full of anger and hatred changed to eyes full of kindness and love. I slowly leaned my head in and watched her follow as our lips sweetly touched and remained for seemed to not be enough time.
During this one kiss, I hadn't realized that my hands held her waist and her arms wrapped around my neck bringing our bodies close.
"So….does this mean you forgive me Trixie?" I asked hinting at the irony.
We both leaned in again, until we heard Fabian turn the doorknob and walk into the room. He seemed uncomfortable standing there in almost a paralyzed state.
"Are you okay Rutter?" I asked as Patricia and I held our current position.
He turned to Patricia, "I thought you hated Eddie, remember two minutes ago when you ran down here screaming at him?"
"I don't recall that Fabian." She said with a smirk. We both turned back to each other and kissed again and we heard Fabian mumble, "Fine I guess I'll do my homework elsewhere," before grabbing his bag and leaving for the living room.
Patricia and I continued kissing just ignoring what occurred. I ran my hands to her back pulling closer and she ran her fingers quickly through my hair. I grabbed her legs and picked her up sitting down and putting her down on my lap. We pulled away and she grabbed my pillows and grabbed her hair coloring stuff.
She kissed me one more time before leaving to go to bed and try to dye her hair back the next day.
So what's really wrong with stealing?