Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction, so I thought I'd start with a one shot about my favorite couple, Peddie. If you guys like it, I may turn this into a series of one shots or a two shot! So Yay! Please review and tell me what you think, I'd definitely appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Sorry if anything's a little OOC.

Patricia Williamson was the tough girl. She didn't let people think that what they said affected her, or that she cared what they thought. But the truth is Patricia Williamson does care what other people think of her. A LOT.

Patricia's POV

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

Ughhhh. Another dreary day of school. I turned around in my bed to shut off my alarm clock, stood up and stretched. In the hall I could hear the hustle and bustle of the girls getting ready for school. Whoever thought having 5 girls sharing a bathroom was a good idea CLEARLY had not met Amber Millington. I quickly slipped on my uniform, with black lace tights under it, and headed to the war zone.

Surprisingly, the bathroom was clear and I was able to put on my makeup in peace. Not to sound as egotistical as Amber, but I look pretty good. My makeup turned out perfectly, and I was having an excellent hair day. Today should be a pretty good day.

I headed downstairs to see everyone at the breakfast table. Well everyone except slimeball.

"Where's Slimeball?" I asked while sitting in my usual seat and grabbing a muffin off the table.

"Oh, Eddie wasn't feeling well dearie, so I've let him stay home to rest up." Trudy set while motioning us all out of the room. "Now hurry up, unless you all want to be late to class, Patricia take the muffin with you, and ALFIE LEWIS put those oranges back, what are you going to do with 3 of them in the first place?"

"Juggling dear Trudy, how else am I supposed to learn unless I try?" Alfie said while setting the oranges on the table, then sweeping them back into his bag when Trudy turned around.

Everyone let out a collective "Bye Trudy" and we headed off to school. Groups formed as we started walking. Alfie, Jerome and Mara as one, and Fabian, Nina and Amber in another, with Joy trailing Fabian like a lost puppy. Without Eddie here…..I was alone. Oh, I don't need anyone. I'm Patricia Williamson, and I don't care.

Even in her thoughts, Patricia could hear the falseness of that statement.

Joy's POV

It was last period, FINALLY, and I had a free period with Patricia. I feel kind of bad about this morning. I totally didn't mean to ditch Trixie, but she's always been spending time with Eddie, and I don't want to be a third wheel.

I skipped into the lounge, excited to have some quality time with my bestie, just to see her surrounded by some of "the pops" of the school. I slowed to a halt and surveyed the scene. Patricia's sitting on the couch, head deep in a textbook trying to ignore what the pops were saying to her. I strained my ear to hear what they were saying:

"You know, most people wear make up to look better."

"I heard your parents got rid of you, because your sister is so much better."

"Well it wouldn't be very hard to be better then Patricia here, I mean look at her."

"How does she even have friends, let alone a boyfriend as hot as Eddie?"

"Bet he's dating her out of sympathy."

"I wouldn't date that even if you paid me"

"How does it feel, witch, with to know that no one loves you. Not your parents. Not your friends. Not your boyfriend."

I am completely horrified. How DARE they say those things to MY best friend? Looking in to her eyes breaks my heart. Those jerks broke her. Cracked the wall she's had up since her parents sent her here. I can see all the pain she's kept hidden. The worst part is she believes them. Believes all the awful things those bullies said.

Patricia hastily grabbed her books, nearly tripping, and pushed passed the laughing crowd. I could see the tears she allowed to escape flowing down her cheeks as she fled the building. I can't stand this anymore. Those jerks have the nerve to laugh after making my best friend, THE PATRICIA WILLIAMSON, cry. Those jerks are gonna pay, but not now. Now I have to find Patricia

Eddie's POV

I have had a pretty rocking day. Who knew Trudy would fall for the old thermometer next to the light bulb trick. Well, if it gets me a whole day of Eddie time, I may start "getting sick" more often.

I was just leaving the kitchen, hoagie in hand, when I hear the front door open and the clattering of footsteps up the stairs. I step into the hall fast enough to see a flash of red hair. Patricia? What's she doing here, class doesn't let out for half an hour? Just as I'm about to follow her, Joy sprints in, completely out of breath.

"Eddie!" Joy says, approaching me "Thank god you're here!"

"Joy, what's going on? What's wrong with Yacker?" I asked. I have a feeling whatever happened was more serious than I expected.

"Those Jerks, were, ah, well t-they were-""SPIT IT OUT JOY, what the heck is going on, and what did those jerks do to my girlfriend!" I interjected, getting increasingly tense by the second. Sure I may tease Patricia, but that's out of love, and she knows it…right?

"They were saying things, awful things" Joy said then sighed shaking her head "They were bullying Patricia."

Patricia's POV

I ran up the stairs and slammed my door shut, falling into my bed and burying my face into the pillow. I know I shouldn't care what they say, I'm well ME. The tough untouchable girl. B-but I can't help it. It's like they knew all my deepest and darkest fears. Sure this has happened before, but today it just hurt.

I hear a faint knock on my door, and I hastily straighten my clothes and wipe my red puffy eyes. "Who is it?" I ask, trying and failing to sound like I wasn't upset.

"It's me" was the reply that came from the other side of the door. I knew who it was.

"Come in" I said, faintly, and the door creaked as it opened slowly, a familiar figure peeking out from around it.

"You okay Yacker, Joy told me what happened?" Eddie asked while sitting down on the bed next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders, and turning his face towards mine.

"Fine" I replied shrugging his arm off my shoulder and turning away from him.

"No your not" He said grabbing my shoulders so I ended up facing him. We were both sitting cross legged on my bed, and there's no other way to escape him now.

"Oh come on, it's happened before, no big deal" I said, using my who cares tone, but Eddie seemed to see right through it, grabbing my hands and holding them in his. The grip on them tightened as he asked:

"What do you mean it's happened before?"

"You know the whole you're ugly, you're sisters better than you, know one loves you kind of thing" I said trying desperately to get him off the subject. It may have even worked if my tough girl façade hadn't cracked and a tear slipped down my cheek.

Eddie pulled me into a tight embrace, and I let it all out. The pain. The years of being tormented. I'd usually kick myself for letting the wall down in front of someone. But it's Eddie.

"S-sometimes it's pretty easy to believe them. I-I mean look at me." I said shakily.

"Okay I will." Eddie said, lightly pushing me off him, so we were arms length apart, put his hands on my shoulders and looked directly into my eyes.

"I see a beautiful, amazing, strong, tough girl who may yak on a little too much, but is loved by everyone in her life. Patricia don't listen to them, you're so much better than that. You're family loves you. You're friends love you. I love you."

"Y-You do?" I asked. After years of being told no one loves me, it's hard to believe someone as amazing as Eddie does.

"Yes Yacker, I do. And though I may not be the greatest with words, and tease you constantly, never forget that I love you. An if this EVER happens again, tell me, because as much as I don't want to be that cliché couple from the movies, you're my girlfriend, I love you, and I will protect you"

"Promise?" I asked. As much as I hate to depend on anyone, I think Eddie may be the exception.

"Promise" he said. It felt like a weight had been lifted of my shoulders. I wasn't alone anymore.

I leaned into Eddie and rested my head on his chest, my tears long gone. "You know I don't think you're as bad with words as you think" I sighed.

Eddie let out a laugh; "I know I am pretty good."

"Now don't go getting cocky, Krueger." I said before walking out the door. I suddenly remembered something and peeked my head back into the room.

"And Eddie."

"Yeah?"

"I Love you, too."

Okay that's it. PLEASE review. Sorry if anyone seemed OOC, as I've stated before, I'm pretty new to this. And now to sound like a cheesy TV commercial *a-hem*:

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