Dear readers, if any. ;) I own none of the characters. Just Gracie and the parents.

The rest of the Characters belong to Jeff Kinnley, and his brillient mind, and the movie directors and producers of wimpy kid movies. Love you all. 3

It had been a couple of years since the first Christmas that Patty had come over to the Heffleys house hold, while her parents drove away in the sunset.

She had been so tired of their bull and lies.

She was also tired of how many times they dropped her off at the Heffley house when they had to leave for months, or sometimes only a short few day or weeks.

Not that she didn't like spending time with the Heffley's, it was just embarrassing was all. One time a year ago her mother had dropped her off at the door step, and Patty knocked.

Mrs. Heffley opened the door, surprised to see her standing in her pajamas.

Then when Patty figured out later that her mother never called to tell them, she felt even more ashamed already, saying how sorry she was for intruding in on them like this.

But of course all of them were nice to her, . . .Well except Rodrick, but what do you expect from him?

By now Mrs. Heffley knew everything about what Patty was allergic to, and what her favorite meal was.

The Heffley family knew more about her then her real parents.

Now she was standing by the door, not wanting to knock again, she hated the hopeless feeling sinking in.

She knew she was a bother to the Heffleys.

She hated being a problem to people.

But the Heffley's were practically like family now. So maybe it didn't matter.

"Who am I kidding, of course it matters!" She stated, rubbing her brows.

She was now sixteen, she should be able to choose to stay home.

But of course her parents didn't want her to trash the house.

She was about to knock when Greg opened the door. "Heffley?"

Greg smiled, "Well, no duh, Patty Ferrell."

She grinned, feeling happy to see him, which was once not clear to her then, was now very clear to her why, "It's been a while." she said, putting one of her long strands of hair back behind her ear.

He shook his head, grinning down at the ground, looking happy himself, and nervous "Only a couple of months. Why would you care anyways?"

She did the same as him, "Gone for only a couple of months? It's been practically a year. I thought Greg Heffley, awesome writer explore, would know that."

He laughed, patting her shoulder "Patty, I only took a little while longer because of my aunt."

"Well, Heffley, that was when your dad was gone with you. You must have stayed longer because you liked it?" She said, looking curiously over at him.

"Yeah, I guess I did, New York is always really just so interesting." He replied, reminiscing.

"Yeah? Well you missed a lot." She looked down at the ring on her pinky, "I mean a lot has changed also."

He smiled the nerdy smiled he always did, "Like what?"

She scoffed, feeling sorta frustrated at him, "What do you think, Heffley?!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Patty, this is kind of secret that most people know, but don't usually have to say!"

"What?" She sputtered, glaring at him.

"It's called telling someone what you're thinking, because they can't read your mind." He smiled stiffly.

Patty rolled her eyes, "It's not that important anyways, I guess I'll just go!"

"Where?" he asked curiously, "Aren't you staying at our house?"

Patty felt herself become red in the face, "I am old enough to make up my mind, Heffley." Patty growled, looking heatedly back at him in anger.

"Wait, Patty, don't go." Susan said, coming up behind Greg, and racing out to her. "Why are you leaving?"

Patty looked over at her. "I'm sorry Mrs. Heffley, I just think that I am old enough to be on my own." Patty tried smiling sweetly at her.

Susan just smiled and rubbed Patty's shoulders, "Well, as a second kind of mother figure, I say you have to stay, since I am in charge of you, . . . both." She gave Greg a look.

Greg just shrugged, big eyed, wondering what he said, "What?"

"You know what! You two need to be nicer to each other." Susan said, eyeing them back and forth.

"Now!"

Patty rubbed her brow, "I know he's your son, Mrs. Heffley, but he drives me up a wall sometimes."

Greg, half offended and half confused at why it was all his fault Patty had an anger problem, just walked a little closer towards them, "Well, how do you think I feel?" he asked, defending himself, "Patty Ferrell drives me up a wall also. You know how to push my . . .my-" Greg was trying to think of the word.

"Buttons?" Patty offered slowly,

"YES!" He said, flinging his hands in the air, "I mean you can be so cute sometimes, and then you are so beautiful also, but you can drive me so crazy with your nonsense!"

He paused, and chuckled nervously, realizing what he had said. "I need some water." Then he exited in the Heffley house hold.

Patty stood there, angry. "He-he thinks he can just call me pretty, than insult me! Mrs. Heffley."

She looked back at the mother who was just chuckling, "You and Greg should be in a sitcom, I swear, even when your mad at each other-" She saw Patty's look. "And obviously this is not funny, none whatsoever, but I am still adult, and mom, what I say goes!"

Frank looked at her from out the door.

"Oh, and Frank too." she said sternly, then looked back at him and mouthed, "Sorry!"

Patty nodded, agreeing with her. "I know Mrs. Heffley, I just really hate your son."

"Hey now, I don't believe you hate him, Patty. I just think you two are just really clueless about each other."

"Well, we are friends, but sometimes I just want to punch him." Patty stated, punching her fist in her hand for an example.

"Hey Patty, I forgot to tell you, I got a new video game today, wanna play?" Greg asked, hurrying out to her, excited like.

Patty got excited than also, but trying to act like she was still mad at him, "Heffley, If there's one thing I know we agree on its the video game choice."

He smiled at her, nervously, "And you know I don't hate you, right?"

Patty smiled back, "I know, I don't hate you either."

He placed his hand on her shoulder, and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm sorry for being a jerk." he said, backing away.

Patty looked down, flushed, hands crossed. "Me too, I know I should be nicer to you, I'm sorry also."

He smiled, "Cool."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, cool, you nerd." she said, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Ow, and you know you like nerd!" Greg teased walking in with her to the house.

"Yeah, okay, says the nerd" She teased back.

He went towards her, "I'll get you for that, Patty Ferrell!" he laughed, grabbing her waist and tickling her. She went forward, trying to get away.

"No!" she giggled, trying to push him away, "Stop! ahahaha! You know- hehahaha! I-I'm, ah, ticklish!"

She pulled her hands towards his shoulders, trying to push him off, laughing insanely by his hand tickling her tummy. "Wahahaha, s-stop, hahahahaha!"

Then suddenly he stopped short.

He had backed her up to a wall, and was very close to her.

She could feel his breathing.

She looked up at him.

He looked like he was trying to smile at her.

She still had her arms to his shoulders.

He moved his hands lightly towards her back, moving her closer to himself.

She felt light, but breathed heavily. Her heartbeat was racing.

Her head felt full, but light at the same time.

He moved his head closer to hers, "I missed you." he whispered, closing his eyes as he tilted his forehead onto hers.

Then he moved away from her, his hands letting go of her waist.

His face seemed strange, and happy, but confused, "Uh. Lets go play . . ."

Patty breathed out heavily, hand in her hair, other hand on her heart. "Yeah, le-lets go, Heffley. . ."

Susan had seen it all, and smiled. It was a little like how she and Frank were back in the day.

All smitten, and silly crazy in love.

"What happened," she asked him, curiously.

Frank just stared at her, "What do you mean?"

"Frank, I miss the romantic gestures, the young love feeling."

He smiled, going over to hold his wife, "I know, you miss being young, but we aren't that old." he said kissing her head, "I will always love you.

Susan smiled warmly, "I love you always too."

then she let go of him, "But I wanna be young!" she whined.

"I know sweetie, . . . I know." He said, moving away slowly from his wife.

"Frank?" Susan shot at him.

He did a little, oh man!, gesture.

"Hm?" he asked, feeling disappointed that she caught him.

"I know you want to play with your toys-."

"Hey, they aren't toys! They're figurines!" he said defensively.

"Frank, there toys! Know come help me find out how we can feel young again!"

"But-" Frank whimpered, pointing at the basement, "I was just going to-"

Susan sighed, "Fine, after your done with those toys?!"

"Yay!" Frank smiled, running down to his civil war toys. "And they are figurines!"

Susan just rolled her eyes, "Okay, Frank." Then she smiled.

A/N: Hope you like this second story of Patty and Greg as much as I did writing it. Love, ~Just another girl~.