A/N: I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this, so please let me know if you'd like to read more!

Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis or any of the characters related to it.

December After Graduation

"I hate living here. It's just awkward and frustrating and not good." Patricia grumbled in to her phone, holding it up to her ear as she slumped down on to her bed.

"Sorry it's proving crappy," Eddie was moving away from the closing fridge, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he carried a plate in one hand and a glass of Coke in the other. "I wish I could be there with you."

Patricia sighed. "I hate to sound so cheesy, but I actually miss you, Miller."

"I miss you too," he replied sincerely, sitting down on his dad's sofa. Patricia wished she could see him right now; she just wanted to know the simple things, like what he was wearing and how his hair looked. She wanted to see his facial expressions and feel him holding her hand.
They weren't too far apart in terms of distance, but they were in different parts of England, and it always proved difficult. They were more than just a car drive or walk away from each other now. And when Patricia was drowning in her parent's world, and Eddie was completely bored of being stuck where he'd been the past two years, they both wanted nothing more than to be near each other. Because seeing each other made everything better.

When the September after graduation had come around, Patricia had stayed home with her parents to try to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. She had planned on getting a job; any job would do—just something to earn some money.
And Eddie had moved in with his dad, still in the same town he'd been in at Anubis House for two years now. He liked the town, and he loved his dad, but he felt like he was living in the past; like he was trapped there. He didn't want to live in his dad's world; he wanted to live in his own world, with just the one person that mattered most to him.

"I'll come see you this weekend, yeah?" Eddie suggested through a mouthful of sandwich.

"Are you eating a sandwich? You couldn't have waited a few minutes so we could talk?"

Eddie laughed, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "A boy's gotta eat."

"You're always eating."

"Isn't it great?"

Patricia rolled her eyes before turning back to the situation at hand. "Aaaanyway… this weekend?"

"This weekend." Eddie clarified.

She nodded, even though no one could see her. "I'll see you then, then."

Eddie sighed happily and tipped his head back on to the back of the sofa. "I can't wait to see you."

"Me either."

"Dad, can I talk to you about something?" Eddie asked, sitting opposite his dad at the kitchen table. Eric was enjoying a cup of tea, as usual at this time of day after school, and he looked up at Eddie without moving his head.

"Of course, Edison. Anything."

Eddie looked down at the table for a moment, his arms resting on the wood and his knee tapping up and down nervously.

"I really love living here, dad," Eddie started hesitantly, still looking down. "And you know I really appreciate you letting me stay in England with you so I could be nearer Patricia."

"It's no problem, son; I love having you here."

"And I like being here, but I need to tell you that I…I just…," Eddie shook his head at his false start before finally looking up at his dad and raising his eyebrows nervously, starting his sentence again. "Even though it's not the farthest away I could be, it's really hard being away from Patricia, and I'm not really sure this is where I'm supposed to be. I feel like I should be making my own life now, you know? Like I've depended on you for so long and I want to be more…independent…and I know Patricia feels the same…"

"What are you saying?" Eric asked, genuinely confused.

"I'm saying that, I…I think I'm going to move out,"
His dad thought about this for a moment, staring at him thoughtfully, and then Eddie decided he needed to explain his plan a little more.

"I have my job to sustain me, and Patricia has her job too, and I've really matured in the last year…"

"You want to move out with Miss Williamson?"
Eddie smiled slightly at his dad still calling Patricia by her last name, even after all this time, and he nodded. "Yeah. I haven't asked her yet, but… I think it's going to work."

"But… you're only eighteen, Edison! This is a big change…"

"I know, and I appreciate that it'll be hard. But I want to be independent, you know? I just…"

"…You feel ready?" His dad finished for him, looking at him knowingly.

Eddie let out a small, slightly nervous smile and nodded. "Yeah."

Eric exhaled slowly, looking down at the table, and he knitted his fingers together as they sat on the wood. And then, slowly, he started to nod. "Okay," he said slowly. "If you feel you're ready, then who am I to stop you. You have a job, Miss Williamson has a job…I think you'll be fine. But if it doesn't work out, you know you're always welcome back here, son."

Eddie grinned at his dad. "Thank you so much dad, thank you for understanding."

"Now, if I were you, I'd go and work out how to ask Patricia without scaring her off."

Laughing, Eddie stood up from the table. "Thanks."

"I'll get looking for flats!" Eric called after his son as he walked out the kitchen.

"Thanks dad!"

Patricia couldn't help the ridiculous excitement bubbling up inside of her as she drove to the train station. Eddie was coming down from Liverpool to Oxford on the train, and he was due to arrive in ten minutes. She felt weird being this excited about something, but she just couldn't stop it, so she was beginning to embrace it instead.

The car park was pretty empty, and as she found Eddie's platform at the station, she sat on a bench and looked around in anticipation.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket at the exact moment the train was due in, and she frowned as she read it.

Eddie: I'm here… where are you?

I'm here too…

Eddie: What? I don't see you… this platform is deserted.

Wait… what platform are you on?

Eddie: Platform 3.

Patricia huffed to herself as she scanned over the message thread from yesterday when Eddie told her the details of him arriving. The text said "Platform 4", which was the platform she was currently sitting on.

Your text said platform 4, doofus.

Eddie: Come and find me

I'll get lost!

There was no reply to her text, so she rolled her eyes and stood up begrudgingly. She just wanted to see him; she wasn't bothered about being right today.

After another ten minutes, Patricia finally found her way to platform 3, and she looked around for her boyfriend. He was nowhere to be found.
Just as she was about to sigh in frustration and pull her phone out of her pocket, she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

"Yacker!"

Patricia spun around quickly and grinned when she saw Eddie start running towards her.

"Eddie!" She couldn't help looking extremely excited as he came closer, dropped his suitcase and gathered her in his arms. He picked her up and spun her around and she held tight, a large smile spread across each one of her features.

"I missed you so much," Eddie put her down and looked at her, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. She was grinning up at him and he grinned back.

"I missed you too."

They hugged each other again, tighter this time, and Patricia pushed her face in to his chest. He smelled just like he always did, and felt better in her arms than she'd remembered. They hadn't seen each other in three weeks.

When they pulled away from each other again, Eddie kept her close and put her face in his hands. "Please, please kiss me." He begged, and Patricia smiled before leaning in and kissing him square on the lips just once.

Eddie sighed contentedly against her lips and rested his forehead on hers. "I've missed this."

She smiled. And then she leaned in and kissed him again, feeling him kiss her back straight away. Before she knew it, her hands were in his hair and they were one step closer to getting too carried away in the middle of a train station.

"We should go," Patricia said, pulling away and smiling at him.

"Yeah, we should." He walked over to his dropped suitcase and picked it up again, and then came back over to her, his arm over her shoulder. They walked back to the car together, arms around each other.

"Yacker," Eddie got Patricia's attention as she walked past the spare bedroom in her house where he was standing. She stopped and looked through the doorway at him. "Can I…talk to you about something?" His palms were sweaty. He was a nervous wreck.

"Yeah, sure." When she got inside, she closed the door and they sat down next to each other on the edge of Eddie's bed.

"Okay, so, I really don't want to freak you out by asking you this because I know we're only eighteen, and I—"

"You're not going to ask me to marry you, are you, weasel?" Patricia joked. Eddie grinned and looked down, shaking his head nervously.

"Not exactly," he laughed. "I know we've both been feeling kind of drowned in our parent's worlds since we left school, and I hate that you're feeling like it as well as me…so, I—I spoke to my dad the other day about it, and said to him how I'm sort of ready to be independent now…" Eddie hoped Patricia would follow, but she really wasn't.

"I'm not sure where you're going with this…" She looked at him tentatively.

"I'm just gonna go ahead and say it," He muttered, almost to himself, before looking up at her from under dark eyelashes. "I wanna move out with you."

Patricia didn't say anything. She didn't move.
She just stared at him, blinking a few times, and he bit his lip. He decided to try to explain himself.

"Okay, please don't freak, just hear me out…you wouldn't have to live with your parents anymore, because I know you hate that, and I wouldn't have to live with my dad. We wouldn't have to live so far apart anymore; we'd get to see each other every day—no more expensive train tickets, no more long distance phone calls…we could have our own place, our own lives…"

A tiny smile slipped on to Patricia's lips and she looked at him. He looked unbelievably cute – as much as she'd never admit it out loud – when he was worried. Of course she would want to move in with him. It was a no-brainer. For a moment, she considered tricking him in to thinking she was completely freaking out, but he just looked so scared and so cute that she couldn't help herself.

"If I say yes, will you stop babbling?" Patricia grinned at him, earning a large grin from him.

"So that's a yes? You'll move out with me?"

She nodded. "My parents aren't gonna like it, but I don't even care. Yes."

Eddie wrapped his arms around her and hugged her so tightly.

"You know this is probably going to end in disaster, right?" Patricia smirked.

Eddie shook his head, "no it won't. It's going to be amazing."

She smiled and he kissed her softly.

Just as they were deepening the kiss, Patricia heard the shrill sound of her mother's voice coming through the halls, calling her name.

Patricia rolled her eyes, forcing herself to pull away from Eddie. "Oh, how I'm going to miss living like this." She said sarcastically, standing up after giving Eddie one last kiss.

And after Patricia's mum gave her a lecture about keeping the bedroom door open when she was in there with Eddie, she turned around and smirked to herself. Because, little did her mum know, they were going to be sharing the same room in their own place before she knew it.
Patricia couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she told her.

A/N: Hey guys! So, as some of you may know, I also write a one-shot series called "Everything We Are". That series is mainly oneshots of Peddie at school, but I also love doing future oneshots; so I decided that it might be nice to do a more time-specific series by writing oneshots of Patricia and Eddie during their first year of living together! I'm excited to follow their adventures! :)

Please let me know if you think I should carry on this series - I'm not sure if I'm going to have much time for it; so if there aren't any readers, I probably won't continue. :)

Love :* xxx