Prologue

Patricia. Patricia. What an interesting name. Well it belonged to a popular red head. Her rules in life were short:

1. Don't mess with me.

2. Stay out of my way.

Her usual outfits consisted of retro tights, skinny jeans and boots. She wasn't a "tom boy." She was PATRICIA.

Masking feelings were her occupation. Underneath her icy surface lies a real girl with dreams and hopes but she behaves forever unaffected.

Boys were never on the agenda. She was scared of everything. She was scared of love.

Parental love, sisterly love, brotherly love; all kinds of love.

Even the word, LOVE. Disgusting.

Little did she know she would fully understand this word.

Monday

"Patricia," Piper said while shaking her twin. "Wake up." Patricia stirred then yawned. She flipped over burying her face in the pillow. "Piper," she whined. "Why are we up so early?" she queried. "You're going to be late for work," she explained. Upon hearing that Patricia's head shut up. "What time is it?" "7:45." She groaned. Patricia muttered some inaudible curse under her breath and flopped off her bed.

Patricia studied as a lawyer in college and finally got a good paying job. With Piper and her steady income, they were able to pay the rent of the apartment they shared and still have a little money to spend around.

Patricia raced into the bathroom and began to shower. From her bedroom, she heard Piper say, "Oh Joy called." Joy was Patricia's best friend from school. Joy was currently in a steady relationship with Mick Campbell. Mick was your average strong blue-eyed blond-haired English guy.

Patricia didn't think much about Mick other than her belief he was a heartbreaker. Mick would have been a typical jock in high school but he really cared about Joy and that was what mattered.

Once Patricia was done with her shower she slipped into a pair of dress pants, a graphic t-shirt, a dress jacket and flats. She did her dyed red hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup as usual. Satisfied with her appearance Patricia glanced at the clock. 8:03. In exactly twenty-seven more minutes and she would be expected at work.

On her way out, Patricia made a quick stop at Piper's room. She saw Piper applying her makeup and said "See you at four." Piper spared a glace ant her sister and muttered a "See you." Patricia rolled her eyes at her sister's antics and blew her sister a kiss. Little did she know she would not see her for months.

Exhausted Patricia collapsed on the couch. Work today was hectic. Her client, Amber Millington, a fashion designer was being sued for copying of another company's designs. The court hearing was on Wednesday. Patricia liked Amber but only knew little about her other than she was blond, sometimes light headed, grey-eyed and was dating Alfred 'Alfie' Lewis. Alfie was a prankster while Amber was a fashionista. To Patricia, their relationship was doomed to failure.

Realizing that she had not heard from Piper she called for her. Patricia assumed she was out. Trotting into her bedroom, Patricia changed into tight short shorts, left her graphic t-shirt on and let her hair down. Patricia then went into the kitchen for a quick snack. After satisfying her hunger she plopped onto the couch, again and turned on the TV. Flipping through channels, Patricia finally settled for a horror movie about some teddy bear that killed people at night. Patricia must have been tired because her eyelids started to droop and before she knew it she had fallen asleep.

Jerking up suddenly from sleep Patricia groaned. She glanced at the clock, for the second time that day and it read 7:00. She had slept three hours. Patricia decided to start on dinner. Glancing at the fridge, she though 'We really need to go shopping.' She finally settled for a can of soup and spaghetti. After she was done with dinner Patricia went to get ready for bed. After brushing her hair and teeth, she was finally ready for bed. Patricia yawned and felt her eyelid droop slightly. She though 'I must be a sleep master.' She fell on her bed and let her eyelids droop shut.

Eddie Miller's time in Britain hadn't been nice to him. British people had this accent and always said 'yeah'. What was that all about? But he was hoping something would brighten up his indefinite stay here. You see, Eddie came to Britain to be a police officer. The idea of locking up bad guys like Batman appealed to him. What Eddie was really hoping for was a girlfriend. Someone who would love him for being himself. A girl who was outspoken, snarky, rude, funny and pretty. A girl who wasn't too easy. A girl who would make him work for her.

For now though, he has no such luck. He would do his work well and focus on keeping Liverpool safe. If fate wanted to get him a British girlfriend, so be it.

"Bye, dude," Jerome said leaving along with Mara. Jerome Clarke was blue-eyed, blonde prankster. Jerome was best friends with some guy called Alfie Lewis. All Eddie knew about Alfie was that he was a prankster, just like Jerome. Mara was a smart brown-eyed brunette. "Thanks for having us," Mara added. "See you guys later," he waved. Eddie closed the door. Fabian wasn't home. Fabian Rutter: brown haired, blue-eyed, dating Nina Martin. He was also his room mate.

A buzz rang softly through his ears. Eddie pick up his phone and looked at caller ID. Nina Martin. Nina Martin: dirty blonde, blue-green eyes, dating Fabian Rutter. Not to mention they had been best friends since they were babies.

Fabian and Nina were completely alike. Nerds. Back to reality, Nina calling.

Eddie picked up the phone, "Nina, what a surprise," he said sarcastically. He could already see her rolling her eyes at his antics. "Found love yet?" she asked. She asked him the same question everyday and always got the same answer "Not yet." "Then I've found someone for you."

R&R or whatever even though I am a horrible writer.