Joy, Amber, Mara and I were all sitting in the common room. Nina was finishing homework, and who knows where the boys were.
"So… Mara," Joy smiled, turning to our roommate. "Who do you think is the cutest boy in our house?"
"Oh…" she muttered, blushing and looking down at her feet. "Mick."
"Mick's gone," she tilted her head. "So he doesn't count."
"Well then I don't know." She muttered quietly.
"What about you, Amber?" she smiled at the perky blonde sitting near her.
"What?" she pulled her iPod earphones out of her ears and set down her magazine.
"Who do you think is the cutest boy in the house?"
"My Alfie boo, of course." She smiled, pushing her earphones back in.
"What about you, Joy?" I smiled. "I mean, we all know you fancy Fabian, but do you really think he's the cutest?"
"Ehh… Jerome's hot, when he doesn't screw up his hair. Alfie is… Well, Alfie. Fabian's totally cute, and Eddie? Eddie's Patricia's." she winked at me.
I felt my cheeks flush and I looked at the ground. "No he's not!"
"It's so obvious you like him, Trish." Joy rolled her eyes, using one of my many nicknames.
"Yeah, Yacker." Mara winked. That was what Eddie always called me.
"And remember what you told me?" Joy asked a little quieter.
"Yes, I remember!" I said, exasperated.
"Ooh, what'd she say?" Amber took off her earphones, suddenly interested.
"Patricia told me she likes-"
"Fruit!" I interrupted, taking a big bite of an apple. "I like fruit!"
Joy turned to me, tilted her head, and rolled her eyes. "That's not what you said."
"Sure it is!" I laughed nervously.
"Come on, Patricia! You can trust us." Amber smiled.
"Fine. Fine! I said that I like Eddie." I muttered. I heard Amber squeal, clapping her hands.
"Peddie!" she squealed.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I just don't know how to tell him. I always just wanna be like 'Eddie, I really like you, and you're cute and stuff', but every time I try, it comes out as 'Eddie, you stink, get away from me'." I sighed.
"You've got it bad," Mara shook her head sympathetically.
"Mara!" I exclaimed. "I need help. I can't figure out how to be nicer."
"You just need to tell him. And I know he likes you." Amber smiled.
"How do you know?" I looked at her, exasperated.
"Oh, come on. It's totally obvious!" Amber rolled her eyes.
Just then, Eddie walked in and grabbed a banana. He winked at me and slightly waved to all the other girls.
Uh oh.
"Hey Yacker."
"Hi," I squeaked.
"How much did you hear?" Joy asked.
"About what?" he asked, knowing the right ways to get the information he wanted.
"About Patricia liking-"
"Fruit!" I interrupted Amber, taking another big bite of my apple.
He gave me a quizzical look, but shook his head. "Ok?"
He left the room. "Amber!" I sighed.
"What?" she gave me an innocent look.
"You can't tell him that I like him!" I exclaimed.
"But I know he likes you too!" she said back.
"No, Amber. He doesn't." I shook my head.
"How do you know?" he peeked his head around the corner.
I felt my stomach drop. He just heard everything! My whole face felt like it was on fire, and I'm pretty sure I was as red as the apple I held in my hand. "Eddie!"
Then, suddenly, he pulled me off the couch and I felt his lips crash into mine. It was what I had been waiting for for what felt like forever!
I heard squeals and cheers from the other girls, and some of the boys appeared, cheering as well.
I grinned against his lips, and I felt him smile as well. I pulled away from him, grinning.
"Finally." I whispered, pecking his lips another time.
"Don't ever think I don't like you," he pulled me into a hug.
"I won't." I grinned. "I love you, Krueger."
"I love you too, Yacker," he kissed me again.