Patricia doesn't do feelings.
Never has. Never will— as she tells herself. She didn't care when her parents shipped her off to boarding school— as she tells herself. She doesn't care, that Piper is the better twin— as she tells herself. The only person she's ever let herself get close to is Joy— before Eddie, that is.
Eddie.
God damn Eddie Miller.
He's… different.
He's cocky, arrogant, rude, annoying, cool, smart, cute…
He somehow wormed his way down into her heart, as tacky as it sounds. He somehow figured out how to push her buttons and pull her strings to make her angrier than she ever has been before. He found some way to knock down her walls, even when she attempts to crudely put them back up. For some reason, he knows her more than evenJoy does, only after knowing her for less than a few months.
And she hates it.
At least that's what she tells herself.
She finds herself aching for his company, craving his smart-ass comments, his fucking little smirk he wears on his face every time they're around each other. And she knows, deep down, that she likes him. But she would never, ever admit that to anyone, especially Eddie.
Because Patricia doesn't do feelings.
A/N: Hi. So I know I have to work on my other Peddie fics, but this came into my mind and I couldn't help myself. It's VERY short, but it's just a little ficlet, so.
Yes. Reviews would be totally awesome.