Hi everyone! This is my new Peddie story idea, and it's based off the music video of Odd One by Sick Puppies. It's pretty strictly based off of the music video, and it's an unrealistic AU. The pairings will change throughout the story, but I know what the major pairings will end up being. I'm sorry if the first chapter is a little bit confusing. If you want to, go on YouTube and watch to music video if you want to know why I put certain things into the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis, nor do I own the song Odd One.


"I wish I was you

You're never concerned with acceptance

We are all desperately seeking out,

And fitting in with anyone

Who will accept us

But not you, Odd One."

-Sick Puppies, Odd One


Chapter One: Alexithymia

A tickly sensation began on her fingertips, slowly bringing her back into consciousness. Then she felt a tiny form poke her hand with its thick fur. She was too tired to care what it was, so she tried her best to ignore it. She only realized her mistake when a small, shrill cry rang through her ears.

Patricia Williamson jolted awake, sitting up as fast as she could. The seventeen year old girl glanced around franticly with her greyish blue colored eyes until her gaze landed on a ball of white fur.

It was an albino rat. It lay on its back, its jaw opened as if it was in mid-squeal. But its appearance didn't matter to Patricia. All the mattered was that it was dead.

She let out a frustrated grunt before heaving herself to her feet. Her former exhaustion was forgotten; instead in was replaced by anger and shame.

She had done this. She had killed yet another, innocent living thing.

In an attempt to get her anger out, the auburn haired girl kicked the rat with all her might. She watched as its body slid across the roof of the building and fell off the side, disappearing into a dark alley below.

It wasn't fair. All Patricia wanted was to be normal; to live a normal life. Sadly, she didn't think this would ever be possible. Instead of sleeping in a warm bed, she slept on the cold, hard ground. Instead of living in a nice house, she lived on the streets.

Sure she had a family, but she had left them. It wasn't that she didn't love them; it was that she didn't want to hurt them. She had caused her parents so much pain and sorrow that she finally left them despite their pleas.

Although she missed everything about her old life, she had to admit that it was her twin sister, Piper, that she missed the most. Piper had been absolutely normal. She was everything Patricia had always wanted to be; therefore, it was no surprise that Patricia was very jealous of Piper. Yet, her twin had her only true friend.

She did have friends now, though. They were more of acquaintances than friends, but they were they only people she talked to anymore.

A violent vibrating was what ultimately tore Patricia from her thoughts. She glanced around the dark of night, the only light was coming from the tall buildings that surrounded the rooftop. That's when she spotted its source, her phone.

Patricia grabbed a pair of yellow rubber gloves that sat down by her cell phone and her skateboard and slid them over her hands. If you asked her why she wore those gloves, she would only glare at you. It was a mystery to everyone, even her close friends weren't exactly sure way she wore them.

Sighing, she picked up her phone, awkwardly pushing the answer button with her finger. "Hello?"

"Patricia!"

Oh no. The auburn haired girl was in no mood to talk right now, especially to this specific person. Yet, she had been ignoring this person for quite a while now. She supposed that she could spare a minute of her time.

"Piper," Patricia greeted with fake enthusiasm. "How've you been?"

"Oh, Trix, everything's awful." For the first time, she noticed the sorrowful tone in her sister's voice. It sounded as if she was holding back tears.

Piper never cried. She just didn't. When they were children, Patricia had been the emotionally unstable one, and even she had gotten over that. She hadn't cried in years. What was so terrible that it made perfect Piper cry?

Patricia hesitated before asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's mum and dad," Piper's voice whimpered. "They're getting divorced."

The news hit her like a ton of bricks. Patricia felt her heart sink in her chest. Truthfully, she definitely didn't see this coming. Her parents were the definition of high school sweetheart. They always seemed like they were so in love. After moments of silence, she managed to mumble, "How did this happen?"

"Dad has given up on you coming back. He thinks we should move away and try to start over. Mum it still certain that you'll return. She wants to stay here," her twin explained, her voice cracking. "They got in a horrible fight last night, and mum left. Trix, I don't think she's coming back."

Patricia listened as her sister burst into tears. She froze as she listened to Piper cry her eyes out. Piper had probably expected Patricia to say something comforting or offer to go home, but she didn't.

Tears clouded her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. No, Patricia Williamson didn't cry anymore.

"Piper, I have to go." Her statement was blunt and emotionless. And with that, she hung up.

Patricia couldn't stand it. She had to talk to someone; someone she could trust.

With that thought, she slipped her phone into the pocket of her leather jacket and picked up her skateboard. Then she quickly scurried off the roof, the clanking of combat boots echoing through her ears as she climbed down the ladder on the side of the building.

Meanwhile, in a small house of the other side of Liverpool, England, Piper Williamson sat on her bed. Mascara stained her cheeks as she stared down at her phone in disbelief. She was no longer crying over her parents. No, she was crying for her sister. Because Piper had finally realized why Patricia wouldn't come home. Her twin sister had, in a sense, put her force field up.


The sun rose in the sky, lighting up the city streets around her. It was about nine o'clock in the morning, and Patricia was on her skateboard, heading towards the end of town. People gave her weird looks as she passed them. Skateboarding wasn't exactly common in England, but she didn't really care. When had she ever been one that blended in with the crowd?

The streets became more deserted as Patricia reached the end of town. There weren't many places that hadn't been closed around there, but there was a skate park. Her and her friends hung out there. She wasn't too sure why there was a skate park there; Patricia guessed that it was probably built by a stupid American who had attempted to make skateboarding more popular in England, but failed miserably.

"Hey Trixie, still wearing those stupid gloves?"

Patricia hopped off her skateboard and whirled around the glare at the speaker. A dark skinned boy with short hair stood behind her, an amused look in his eyes.

"Shut up, Alfie," Patricia spat, but she didn't try to hide the playful smile that appeared on her lips.

A dirty blonde haired boy with blue eyes strolled up beside them, a cocky grin on his face. "Hey, it was a fair question."

"Slimeball," Patricia retorted, glaring at the newcomer.

"Goth Pixie," the boy teased back.

Patricia just rolled her eyes and picked up her skateboard. "You guys never grow up."

"I'm more mature than Jerome is!" Alfie protested with a pout. Jerome and Patricia shared a glance before they both burst out laughing. Alfie frowned, but remained silent. The three of them walked in silence for a few more minutes until they reached the skate park.

When they got there, Jerome Clarke and Alfie Lewis raced off, leaving Patricia to look around. She spotted her friend Fabian Rutter teaching the newest member of their group, Nina Martin how to skateboard. Fabian was probably was most clumsy skater there, but he seemed determined to be the one to teach Nina. It was no secret that he had a crush on her. The mathlete Mara Jaffary was skating beside Amber Millingtion. The 'love guru' could only be described as… blonde. While Amber was supposed to be helping Mara get over her boyfriend, Mick, who had recently moved to Australia, it looked like she was gushing over how adorable Nina and Fabian were together.

"Patricia!" the voice of her best friend called. She turned to see a dark brown haired girl approaching her with an exasperated look on her face.

The girl, Joy Mercer, looked as if she was ready to talk for ages. Patricia, on the other hand, didn't know if she could stand going through another session of 'therapy' about her best friend's boy problems. "Joy, as much as I would love to hear about how Nina is messing up your chances with Fabian, I need to talk to you."

Joy gave Patricia a confused look, but she nodded anyway. The auburn haired girl grabbed her friend's hand and led her over to one of the benches beside the skate park. When Patricia finally let go of her hand, Joy let out a sigh of relief and began to rub her palm.

"You have a really strong grip, you know that right? Especially with those rubber gloves," Joy complained.

Patricia only let out a frustrated sigh. Her friends bothered her about her gloves all the time. Although they gave her a hard time, she knew they would never ask her why she wore them. The gloves were the only thing that remained a mystery about her to her friends; they knew everything else. They knew that she lived on the streets, and that for some odd reason she avoided human contact. In fact, they were the one who gave her money for food and clothes. They were probably her only life support.

"I'm not taking them off, Joy," she replied firmly.

The brown haired girl only raised her hands in a mock surrender before sighing. "So what's going on?"

Patricia immediately felt her face become an emotionless mask. She hated talking about anything personal, and when she did she made sure that she didn't show any feelings. "Piper called this morning. She said my parents are getting divorced."

"Oh, Patricia, I'm so sorry," Joy whispered. There was a genuinely sympathetic expression on her face that made Patricia want to glare at her, but she resisted the argue.

"It's fine," she replied, shrugging slightly.

Joy tilted her head to the side in slight confusion. "You don't care at all? You didn't even cry?"

"No, but Piper cried."

"How did you react to that?"

"I hung up on her."

Now Joy Mercer was very confused. "Did you even ask her why they are getting divorced?"

"Yeah, because of me," Patricia felt the words slip out of her mouth before she could stop them. That's when she realized it was true. Her mother had left her father and sister because of her. For some reason, this was the first time Patricia really gave it any thought.

"Patricia," Joy began, trying to think of words that would comfort her friend. "It's going to be ok…"

"No!" the auburn haired girl interrupted. "It won't be okay. Nothing will ever be okay again!"

And with that Patricia got up and ran off, leaving poor Joy confused and hurt. The brown haired girl didn't understand what she did wrong. She had barely even managed a full conversation with her friend; she had no idea what she did to deserve Patricia's sudden outburst.

The last thing Patricia heard was Joy shouting after her, "You're alexithymic, Patricia! Just admit it!"

At first Patricia didn't understand what being 'alexithymic' was. But after a moment, the answer hit her like a train. Her best friend had said that she had a phobia of expressing her emotions. That wasn't the part that bothered her, though. What bothered her was the fact that it was true. But even though Patricia had a 'force field' up on the outside, she was slowly dying on the inside.


Please review! Comments and critique are very appreciated! I don't know whether I should continue this story or not, so depending on the feedback I get I'll decide what to do with this story. If I do continue the story, I promise you that Eddie will be in the next chapter! This is my first House of Anubis fanfiction, by the way.

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