A/N: This is a short little drabble I wrote last night. I hope those who saw the premiere enjoyed it! Also, if you HAVEN'T seen the first episode of the third season AND you want it to be kept a surprise, this fic does contain some new info so I wouldn't recommend reading it if you're trying to stay spoiler-free :)
Patricia stared darkly into her mug as the steam swirled up into her face. First nights back at Anubis House were always the hardest. It took time to adjust living with eight other people, especially when one of them was your recent ex-boyfriend. And with all they had left unspoken, all the unresolved feeling both knew they had, it had been an extremely awkward, and uncomfortable, day. So when Patricia heard soft footsteps padding into the kitchen, she could only hope it wasn't the obnoxious American. But with the twisted fate brought upon her, it obviously was.
"Mutual break-up, huh?" His voice was barely a whisper as he pulled a chair out from the table, his hair mussed and pajama pants low on his hips. It wasn't an accusation, that much she could tell. But there was a certain bitterness in his tone that sent a pang to her gut.
Patricia let out a long sigh, though she couldn't will herself to meet his gaze. Instead, she continued to stir her tea, the spoon clinking against the sides of the cup with each circular movement.
"Well, that's what we agreed on, right?" Her eyes flickered up to meet his, but quickly fell back down after a moment of awkward eye-contact.
"Right." A brief silence endured, neither wanting to face the situation at hand. "So... are you hiding from the rest of the house or something?" Eddie tried to ease the tension with a joke. They both knew it was lame, but Patricia let on a slight smile at his efforts.
"Again, not hiding, hanging." He chuckled lightly.
"I didn't realize your idea of 'hanging' was being alone in the kitchen at one in the morning, my mistake." A small smirk spread across his face, and for a moment everything seemed back to normal. Back when they didn't have to walk on eggshells around each other.
When they weren't split up.
"Then why don't you apologize for your mistakes, slimeball." She wore a teasing grin, though it quickly faded as she came across the double meaning those words took. "I didn't mean it like that..." She muttered, blushing furiously. In that second she wanted nothing more than to escape to the safety of her room and pretend this conversation never happened. But Eddie wasn't so quick to let go.
"I am sorry, Yacker..." He grinned sheepishly, then cleared his throat, wiping away any earlier emotions, "I mean, we're cool, yeah?"
"Cool as a cucumber." She cracked a smile, and for the first time that night dared to look him straight in the eyes.
"Good." He let out a relieved sigh before standing from his seat, stretching his tired limbs with a long yawn. "'Well, night, Yacker."
"Night." Patricia replied, her response sounding a bit too hopeful for her own liking. She watched, smirking, as Eddie left the room, a stupid grin plastered across his face. Shaking her head in disbelief, she quietly placed her mug in the sink before creeping back upstairs, a small smile now tugging on her lips as well.
Both were as cool as a cucumber...
Yet so easily around each other, they lost it.
A/N: So it's really not a depressing break-up fic because I honestly think their split isn't that bad. I feel like having them broken up in the beginning of the season just gives us a better chance that they'll be endgame. These are just my thoughts, though, there's definitely no guarantee that they're correct haha I hope everyone has a good Friday and a nice weekend :) Thanks for reading, and remember to review!