A/N: Hey guys, happy April! Since it's the start of a new month and I'm in a writing mood, I came up with this little piece of literature here. I hope you guys like it, definitely let me know what you think in the reviews and what not, and I really am going to try and update a lot of stuff this month. I've been pretty busy, but I will keep trying! Anyways, enjoy! x
You thought by now, you'd have it figured out. You can't erase the way it pulls when seasons change. It hurts sometimes to find where you begin. But you are perfect porcelain. The slow and simple melody of tears you cannot keep from me. It's alright if you don't know what you need
Crash! "Here we go again..." a female voice sounded from the Anubis house living room after the ever so familiar sound of smashing porcelain. A loud murmur of cussing came after right on cue. Of course it was on cue; this happened at least once a week up to who knows how many times. Most of the time the biggest worry in Anubis house was that you would get caught in the middle of this whole fiasco, considering the timing of these little outbursts could be unpredictable. Lesson learned after one time, mind you. You get stuck in the middle of that once, you'd be lucky to walk away without a scratch of some sorts or going deaf.
"Do they have to do that now?" Alfie whined, slouching down on the couch. Another crash was heard and more cussing followed.
"That's the fourth time this week," Fabian said with an unfortunate look on his face, walking into the room with his school bag slung over his shoulder. "Better tell Trudy to get some more new plates and glasses." He sat down beside Joy and curiously looked over at the two of them having at it or whatever you'd call it. Jerome had sleepily moped into the room dragging his bag behind him on the floor, too exhausted to pick it up for real. Everyone else seemed to be there already. Well, not everyone.
Jerome groaned when he heard the two in the kitchen arguing, yelling and breaking more dishes. "Oh, it's too early for this..." the tall blonde complained. "Will someone put a stop to them, please? I have a killer headache." Joy looked at him like he was crazy.
"No way! I may be Patricia's best friend, but I think I speak for everyone when I say that there's no way any of us are going to try and break them up. Someone could lose an eye!" Most of them turned back to look at the two, still arguing as usual. Who knows when it would end this time.
"You dropped another plate!" A male voice screamed. Patricia's jaw dropped looking at the boy.
"I didn't drop it! That was you, you ignorant rat! You dropped the plate, and the glass. I only dropped one thing and that was because I was trying to hit you with it." The redhead spun away from him and continued drying the rest of the unbroken dishes. She couldn't quite understand why Trudy always seemed to put them on chore duty together. No one could, really.
"Of course you would blame me, Yacker. That's just like you isn't it? Oh wait, no, I forgot. Your motto was usually "it's not you, it's me". What happened to that kind of attitude?" Patricia mumbled under her breath, cussing him out.
"It left when the summer did, just like our relationship." The kids in the living room over hearing this all made 'oohh' noises. The girl looked back at them over her with a disgusted look. Startled, they all looked away and went back to talking to each other and whatnot.
"You know you can be a real piece of work sometimes, Yacker." Eddie threw his towel onto the counter and ran a hand through his hair. Since they had broken the three other dishes, they were all done. Patricia turned to face him.
"No one said you had to put up with me. If you can't handle it, then don't." With that, she threw in her towel and ran upstairs to grab her bag. Eddie decided to follow her, running upstairs as well and ignoring the stares and whispers of his fellow housemates and peers.
"Patricia!" he called from the bottom of the staircase. When he got the top he called her again. "Patricia, I didn't mean it like that, you know." She busied herself with packing her bag, ignoring him at first, but then speaking up.
"I know you didn't, but I did. So, I suggest you take the advice." Eddie shook his head and gave a sarcastic laugh under his breath.
"I don't get it. I don't get you, and I don't get us. Ever since the both of us came back we've done nothing but argue, scream at each other and break things. What happened?" Stuffing the last few things in her bag, Patricia decided to answer.
"I told you, the summer happened. Summer was nice, and now it's over, and we're over. Look, Eddie, I told you that it was better this way." Eddie shook his head yet again. Her explanation wasn't good enough.
"And I told you that that wasn't good enough. Why can't you just admit that you're still attracted to me?" the blonde questioned, throwing his hands around while he talked. The redhead rolled her eyes and made that sort of psh sound that people do in these kinds of situations.
"Please. We broke up, Eddie. Okay?" She turned to leave but Eddie was faster, stepping around her and blocking the door.
"No, not okay! I don't get it. You and me, we were perfectly fine for the first few weeks of summer, but as soon as I brought you to America it was like we were two strangers who had never met before in the end." Patricia let out a sigh while looking down at the floor.
"You're going to make me late for school," her voice mumbled as she tried to get past Eddie. It was no use though; he wouldn't let her leave.
"I don't care. Look, I'm not letting you walk out of here like that. Not again. I just want to understand." Trixie threw her hands up in the air.
"What do you not understand? We're split up now Eddie, and that's all you need to understand. What more oils there be?" Patricia knew what Eddie really wanted to know, but there was no way she was just going to flat out tell him. Especially not then or there. The American looked her straight in the eyes.
"Come on, Patricia. I know you're not stupid. I want to know why you broke up with me, and don't give me the same excuse that you did the day you left. I want to know why, and I deserve to know the truth." The girl wasn't listening.
"If I get a detention because of you I'll never let you hear the end of it, Miller." Once again she tried to leave by reaching around him and opening the door. Eddie quickly closed it again. He looked down and saw a strange mix of anger and annoyance in her blue eyes. But yet, there was also restraint; like she was overly trying to hold something back. Maybe even trying a bit too hard.
"What's so hard about telling me why you broke up with me? You didn't honestly think I was just never going to ask and we would avoid each other forever, did you? I just want to know the real answer!" This was what made the girl finally blow.
"Maybe I don't know the real answer, okay? Maybe I couldn't explain it to you if I did know or if I knew now! Maybe it's just so goddamn complicated that I-" the girl was cut off by Eddie's lips crashing against hers. He had her by the shoulders during the kiss. It was passionate, and only rough for the first few seconds until she stopped resisting the kiss and just let it happen. It was strange and unfamiliar yet alluring and full of surprising feelings.
It wasn't until they broke apart that Patricia became fully aware of what had just happened. Of what she had just let happen. She pushed him away from her back a few inches. "Why the hell did you do that?" The boy was completely shocked by her reaction.
"Do what? All I did was..." Patricia cut him off.
"Kiss me like you never wanted to kiss anyone that way before, or that badly. Like there's no one else that you'd ever want to kiss at all ever again. Yeah, why the hell did you do that?" Eddie's jaw was still partially dropped from shock.
"Because it's true! Why did you let me kiss you if you were just going to push me away? Why did you kiss back?" Patricia opened her mouth to speak but it closed on its own. There was nothing she could say. "Why is it so hard," he started, speaking slowly. "For you to just say what you're feeling? I've told you everything, Patricia. And all you've told me was that you needed time for yourself. I get that, and I want to give you whatever you want but in return I'm just asking you to please, answer me. You can't ignore me forever, Patricia."
"Who said I wanted to?" she replied. The door swung open and Victor appeared behind it. Eddie spun around, coming face to face with their housemaster. "Why, are you not in school yet?" he asked in his angry Victor tone. "And Miller, what are you doing in here?" Eddie looked back at Patricia and then at Victor again. He was about to reply when Victor beat him to it. "Get to school. Now!" The two of them jumped at first but then hurried out the door, downstairs and outside on their way to the school. "Stupid brats," Victor mumbled.
Eddie had to practically run to catch up to Patricia outside. "Yacker!" he called. Finally he caught her, walking alongside her now. "Yacker, please," he begged her. She only walked faster to get away from him. Eddie stopped walking, disappointed and annoyed with the world. "Dammit…" He cursed under his breath and kicked a big rock that was on the side of the path that led to the school.
I'm right here when you need someone to see. It's not speak, or forever hold your peace. It's alright to take time and find where you've been. You are perfect porcelain.