A/N- Hiya! This is my first piece of writing so I hope you enjoy it! I know it's really bad but I would appreciate feedback if are willing to spare a few seconds to give me some feedback :) Thank you for reading this!

Oh yeah, It's a future Peddie fanfic set in Scotland if you hadn't gathered- They're about 23 :)

And since I'm from the UK, all of my spelling will be the British variation of the word if there are a few different ways.

The title is Lame, I know.

I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS

~Lauren

Patricia stumbled up the final few stairs, her hands occupied by the last few boxes she had collected from the lobby. Since the elevator in the building that Patricia's new apartment was located in was out of use, she had made several trips, struggling up and down 11 flights of stairs. Each trip she carried a cardboard box or two which contain a variety of necessary items ranging from tops and skirts to CDs and DVDs.

She was tired and worn out- looking forward to settling into the comfort of her new apartment in Glasgow.

It was a rather nice area of Glasgow and the specific block of apartments she was staying in were modernised. She was also looking forward to living in this new neighbourhood.

As she reached the floor her apartment was on, for hopefully the final time that evening, her hands felt weaker and her boxes started to unbalance. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, quickly readjusting the positioning of them.

It wasn't surprising she was tired after all the hard work she did, trying to successfully move into her new home. She had to get up at 5:30am, to ensure she got to her apartment block in time for the scheduled delivery van to arrive at seven.

The First thing she did was unpack her load of boxes into the lobby. Next, with the help of the removal men, she carried all the large furniture up to her apartment, followed by her personally moving every cardboard box up the 11 flights of stairs into her apartment. The reason she was obliged to carry the boxes entirely by herself was down to pure stubbornness. She didn't want help anyway.

Once Patricia had re-gained the steadiness of her boxes, she immediately walking again and carelessly bumped into a boy of about the same age as her. The incident caused Patricia to fall to the floor, her boxes following her as a few old CDs tumbled out of each.

"Hey! Watch where you're goi-" She stopped as her voice was blended with the other Victims voice.

"I'm sorry! But In all fairness it wasn't entirely my fault, you should watch where you're going next time!" He spoke. At the familiar sound of his voice, Patricia's instinct was to check for a familiar face before continuing to blame the person, who she should have as much responsibility for the incident as he did. His hot American accent sounded significantly recognisable to her, although it did not yet jog a clear memory.

She stayed still, sat on the floor and lifted her head to find it was someone she could never forget.

"Eddie?!"