Just a bunch of Peddie one shots I don't own House of Anubis!
Jealous Eddie
[where Patricia is a little more determined and Jerome is a little more willing. Takes place at their 'lunch date]
Patricia gritted her teeth together and tried to make herself stare fondly at Jerome, the idiot in front of her. "Anything other than tuna?" she said, trying to keep her tone as light as possible.
"Cupcake?" Jerome offered, holding up an iced cake and handing it to her, before putting on a rather gushing voice and saying: "Oh, Patty, ever since we met I just knew we were perfect for eachother-"
"Cut it out, Jerome. You're here to prove a point to Mara, and I'm here to..."
"To make Eddie jealous," finished Jerome. "I know. But he can't see us, so it's not working, poor little Patty."
Patricia's brows furrowed. "You're right. Jerome, will you kiss me when we see him walking past?" The very thought of kissing the boy made Patricia bristle, but she tried her best to remember how it felt when she crushed on him before she met Eddie. Still, nothing came. Since Eddie, there had been no one else.
Jerome let out a loud splutter. "Are you serious?" he asked, one brow raised.
"I want Eddie to like me again, Weasel. Of course I'm serious," Patricia huffed, folding her arms.
"What's in it for me?" smirked Jerome, voice smug as ever, causing Patricia's eyes to narrow, and a light bulb to flicker in her head. "You get to tell Mara I broke your heart, and she'll quit trying to get revenge on you."
"And then get back with me. Interesting..." noted Jerome. "I suppose Mara and I haven't been the kindest to each other but I do sort of like her still."
"Exactly. You're both devious, sneaky, and intent on wreaking revenge – perfect for each other. Look, there's Eddie! Come on, let's go get up to that tree next to the fence so he'll have to notice us."
Grabbing Jerome by the hand, Patricia dragged him over to a tree. "Okay, so..." she started.
"Lean back against that tree, so it looks like I'm the one who is into you more than you are into me," Jerome finished, and suddenly slipped his fingers into Patricia's alarmingly. They both were uncomfortable, but had other loves they were desperate to get back. Patricia stood against the tree, and glared at Jerome one last time before he clocked Eddie and so he leaned forward to kiss her. Trying to feign enjoyment, Patricia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he placed his hands on her hips. Patricia stayed there for a few moments before...
"Hey! Hey, Jerry!" the familiar American voice rung out, and Patricia's face cracked into a grin, pulling away from a smiling Jerome. "Miller?" he drawled, turning around to face a fuming Eddie.
"Why are you two making out?" Eddie asked harshly. Patricia folded her eyes, irritated by his tone, but heartbeat quickening. "Why are you interrupting?" she retorted.
"Because I still like you! And to see you choose this idiot over me is kind of insulting!" Eddie gabbled angrily. "I mean, he's gross to you, right?"
"I don't think she'd kiss me if she thought that," piped out Jerome, milking the situation.
"I never stopped liking you, Eddie. Can you get that in your head, please?" scowled Patricia, and Eddie finally realised what she meant.
"What? Really?" his voice was quiet now, subdued, and so Patricia moved forward and kissed him easily, and it felt right, and natural.
"Oh no," said Jerome, with faux-sadness. "My heart. Ouch. It is broken, I fear."