Bad Boy Babysitter Exstention!
"I'm sure everything will be fine, but if you need anything, the emergency phone numbers are on the refrigerator." The auburn haired woman explained to the blonde.
"Oh, yeah; I don't think I'll them, but I'll remember that." He replied. "What did you say your daughter's name was again?"
"Patricia," Mrs. Williamson smiled and looked to the staircase across from her and her husband. "Sweetie, your babysitter is here!"
Eddie pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.
"She'll be down in a moment; we'll be back by eight." Mr. Williamson told him and the two adults left the house. A few seconds after they had driven away in their house a whine filled the quiet foyer.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Patricia said from the top of the stairs, getting louder each time; face hot with embarrassment, or anger.
"Hey, Yacker," Eddie grinned.
"What are you doing here?" she sneered.
Eddie continued to grin up at Patricia evilly. "You no longer have anything embarrassing hanging over my head, Patricia Williamson! I have you now. Still needing a babysitter in high school; priceless."
"No, no, you're not; get out of my house, I can watch myself." Patricia growled, her grip tightening on the banister.
"Then why am I being paid to babysit you?" he asked slyly.
"Why aren't you with your mom? It's the holidays." Patricia changed the subject through gritted teeth.
"My mom wanted to spend time with her boyfriend and me to spend time with my dad." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Where's the food?"
"Find it yourself." Patricia scowled, turning on her heel and stomping down the hallway to her room.
Eddie rolled his eyes and ventured down the hallway to the right of the foyer. The hallway had three doors, two on the left side and the other on the right. The door on the right led to a study with shelves and shelves of books. The next room was the living room which was connected to kitchen. He strutted into the kitchen and shuffled through the pantry and fridge. Finding bread and multiple lunch meats, he started stacking himself a sandwich. Finished, he cleaned up his mess and plopped down on the couch, flipping the TV on.
"Hey, Yacker, you got any good TV channels?" he yelled, going through the same ten channels he did five seconds ago.
He didn't receive a response and rolled his eyes. She's ignoring me? Now I know why she needs a babysitter…
He stood and moved to the bottom of the stairs. "Yo, Trixie," he shouted.
When he didn't get an answer again, he grumbled under his breath and climbed the stairs. He heard rock music playing down the hall and followed it to a door painted black. He ignored the Keep Out sign and pulled the door open. Before it was even an inch open, it slammed shut. Eddie might have been hallucinating, but he could have sworn he saw a flash off bright pink.
"My room is off limits; no one should go in my room." Patricia sneered next to him, keeping her hand firmly planted on the door.
"Why can't I go in your room? What are you hiding? Or, should I ask, who are you hiding?" Eddie said suspiciously. Strangely, his stomach twisted at the thought of her having someone else in her room with her besides him. "Got a boy in there?"
"No; my room is just off limits, to anyone and everyone." She replied coldly, though a light blush did tint her cheeks.
"Alright," Eddie raised his hands in fake surrender, backing away.
Patricia narrowed her eyes at him and quickly slipped into her room, locking the door. Eddie crept up to the door again and pulled out the paper clip he kept on his pants pocket for emergencies. Untwisting it and bending the end, he stuck it into the lock. He twisted it several times, the blaring rock music behind the door hiding the soft click as it unlocked. Twisting the knob and flinging the door open he stared, open mouthed and wide eyed, at the room before him. Pink walls with purple and green flowers with glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and big fluffy unicorn stuffed animals sat around the room. Patricia sat on a white princess bed with a curtain and baby blue sheets. The only thing that was even remotely similar to her Goth style was a black stereo in the corner, a Sick Puppies poster and…her.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho," he grinned, stepping in.
She looked up from the notebook she was staring at thoughtfully and her eyes landed on him. Her eyes flamed, as did her cheeks, as the blonde looked around her room chuckling. She turned the music off with the click of a button on a remote and threw a fuzzy purple pillow at him with all her might. He dodged it with ease and shut the door with his foot before stalking towards her.
"Now, I know everything." He smirked at her smugly with an evil glint in his green eyes, pushing the see-through curtain away.
"No, you don't." she shook her head, backing away from him as he crawled toward her on the bed.
"I'd like to know everything," he whispered, staring into her eyes.
She swallowed.
"Will you trust me and tell me everything?" he asked softly.
She shook her head again.
"A little at a time?" he compromised.
The auburn haired girl bit her lip as his lips were suddenly only a breath away.
"Please," he said before crushing her lips with his. Patricia froze when his chapped lips met her soft ones.
"What's wrong?" Eddie mumbled against her lips.
"I've never—" she started before pulling away from him completely.
"I can teach you," Eddie smirked and then added. "Or, we can take it slow."
"Slow." She replied quickly.
"But you will go out with me?" he asked.
She nodded slowly, looking away from him.
"Alright, come on," he took her hand and pulled her up with him off the bed. "Let's get something to drink."
Downstairs, Patricia made hot cocoa and they sat at the kitchen island on the barstools next to each other.
"So, you're not upset that I've never…" Patricia spoke up, nervously taking a sip of her cocoa.
"Oh, no, I didn't expect you to have ever done it before." Eddie shook his head, taking a sip as well.
"Excuse me? Do you really think I can't get a guy to kiss me?" she glared at him.
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"Me never kissing someone before, of course; what did you think I was talking about?"
Eddie pursed his lips. "Nothing,"
Patricia raised an eyebrow at him but chose not to venture into the subject. Once they were finished with their drinks Patricia set the mugs in the sink and Eddie spoke again.
"I can teach you how to kiss; if you want to learn."
"And how are you going to do that if I don't let you?" Patricia smirked, turning to him.
Eddie stood and walked over to her. He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the counter behind her.
"What the heck?" Patricia exclaimed with a hint of a smile.
"What?" the blonde asked innocently.
"What are you doing?"
"Teaching you how to kiss." He replied as if it was obvious.
Before she could say anything else he leaned forward and kissed her. Eddie pried her lips apart with his and his tongue slithered its way into her mouth. Patricia gasped and pulled away.
"That's disgusting!" she made a face.
"That's how you kiss!" he laughed.
"It's gross."
"But hot." He added. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
"Whatever," she grumbled, moving to get off the counter.
"Ha, no, you're not going anywhere." He said seriously. He planted his hands on the counter next to her thighs, trapping her. "Now, come on; you kiss me."
Patricia stared at him uneasily before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.
"Good," he murmured and slipped his tongue back into her mouth again. She tensed and her face scrunched at the feeling, but soon, she relaxed and kissed him back slowly. Eddie pulled away a few seconds later and smirked at the girl sitting before him. Patricia stayed still, breathing in deeply, as Eddie caught his breath.
"You're a natural." Eddie grinned.
Patricia blushed and the minute their breath was even again she grabbed his face and brought his lips back to hers. Eddie's eyebrows rose in surprise but kissed back nonetheless. When he tried to pull back again she wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging him back.
"You catch on fast," he chuckled into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I'm a fast learner." She replied, shrugging, without breaking the kiss.
When they needed to catch their breath again, Eddie buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her shoulder. He looked up and noticed it was a quarter to eight.
"Your parents are going to be home soon; I don't think your dad is going to be too happy if he walks in and finds us making out on your kitchen counter." He helped her off the counter and kissed her forehead, leading her to the couch. They flipped through the channels randomly for a while before giving up, and talked the rest of the time they had alone.
"We're home," Mr. Williamson called, entering the house behind his wife.
Eddie and Patricia got off the couch and smiled at the adults as they walked into the living room.
"How did everything go?" Patricia's father questioned, glancing between the two.
"Great," Eddie replied.
"And she was no trouble at all?" Mrs. Williamson asked, looking at Patricia suspiciously.
"Nope, she was great." Eddie smiled, sending Patricia a wink the adults didn't catch.
"Well, thank you; will you be able to do it again?" Patricia's mother said, handing Eddie his money.
"Oh, absolutely," He replied. "The babysitting too,"
Mr. Williamson looked at the blonde with a confused expression. "What do you—?"
"Well, goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Williamson; Yacker," he smiled at that family and headed to the door.
"Yacker?" her father asked as Eddie left the house.
"Night," Patricia hopped up the stairs, leaving her parents dumbfounded.
There ya have it, funny right? I thought I might upload this as a one-shot since I haven't done any Peddie one-shots lately. So, obviously, Ed and Trixie aren't dating in this, but everything else has happened. REVIEW!
Love y'all!
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-Rachel