*OPENING LYRICS* I own nothing, just the plot line.
You only miss the sun when it starts to smoke, you only hate the road when you're missing home. You only know you love her when you let her go.
That was what he felt. He'd let go of the woman he loved and he only knew he loved her after?
Not a good thing. Her worst enemy was still out to get her. The only way she would ever be safe was to be in his arms, where he'd protect and love her. He missed that innocent woman.
The way her red hair swung across her pale face. The way her grey eyes glittered like silver diamonds. His father had done the same with his mother and he never really healed.
The studious brunette still had happy parents, his former housemother and his friend's godfather. They'd only just told little Mara.
But why Eddie had let his precious jewel girl go was a mystery to him.
Her ruby hair, her pearl skin, her silver diamond eyes, her rose quartz lips, her onyx nails.
That girl had worn an emerald shirt and amethyst jeans on their first date, with sapphire shoes.
His Yacker, Patricia.
He'd let go of the girl he'd always loved, now he had no way of getting her back. She'd moved on to Alaska to study in Juneau. He couldn't afford to go down there and pay for that college.
That one girl alone was his entire life, heart, soul and light. Without her, he was nothing but a shell, a member of the living dead. She was gone, taking everything he loved with her.
Patricia was finding it harder. She was breaking apart desperately inside, not able to concentrate on anybody, but Eddie. Her Weasel, her Slimeball, her Cockroach.
She missed Eddie. He was her Sun, her Yang, her happiness. He was her whole world. She'd remembered how she'd got so angry with him.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright. Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, realising what I'd had when you were mine. I go back to December all the time.
She hated her life without him. She missed his smug smirk, his green eyes, that spiky blond hair. She missed his cocky ways, his Canadian accent.
That accent had always melted her heart in ways they don't even have names for.
The way he kissed her had reduced her to a puddle. She was his Yacker, Yackball, Hermione, Blabs. He'd made her feel so much happier than she'd ever felt, his 'insults warming her.
Other girls would be offended by the names. Patricia loved them, she'd hated the kind of soppy mush her friends had come out with.
She'd heard Nina call Fabian "Fabes" and "Cute" and "Adorable."
She'd heard him tell her that she was his Chosen One.
She'd heard Mara call Jerome "Jay."
She'd heard Jerome call her "Beansy Bop."
Alfie had called Willow "Wills."
She'd been calling Alfie "Al."
Joy had been calling Mick "Mickey".
He'd called her "Joyful."
The craziest thing that she'd hated was Jasper and Trudy.
They really were mushy.
They called each other all manner of things like "Angel, gorgeous, cuddly, squirmy, lovable, kissable, snuggable, sweetheart, darling."
It made Patricia want to be sick.
It was hers and Eddie's romance. She loved it so much. She thought all the other couples tried so hard to sound like they loved each other. They did, it was just too much.
Patricia and Eddie had called each other Doofuses and Cockroaches and Yacker and Blabs and Yackball and Slimeball and Eddie Kreuger and Hermione, Teacher's Pet, Weasel Face.
They'd had a lot of mean things to say to each other, but it all came to one thing.
LOVE.
They loved each other, though unlike some people, they rarely said it. They had only ever told each other they loved each other twice. Once in school, once when they got engaged.
That engagement lasted three months before they broke up.
Patricia had never had much thought about marriage and children, but now, sitting in a class in Juneau, miles from Eddie, she was considering turning back and going home to him.
She felt she didn't deserve him, but she was willing to try. And that's all that they needed.
Eddie opened his door to find his redheaded ex fiancee.
"Yacker?!" He asked in surprise.
"Don't sound so surprised, Weasel." She grinned.
"Yup, definitely you." He said, a grin threatening his lips.
"Who were you expecting?" Patricia asked, smiling broadly now.
"Nobody. I'm just shocked to see you here, Yacker." He told her, his grin showing up more.
"I'm shocked to see me here too." She joked. Then she turned all serious. "Listen, I'm sorry about what I did. I regret it. Is it possible we can, like, y'know, start over?"
"Well, I don't know. Considering you really hurt my feelings-" He saw the upset look on her face. "Of course we can start over, doofus! It's you who I want to be with, now until forever."
He grabbed her gently and kissed her. A man watering his garden across the road dropped his watering can with his mouth hanging open.
The kissing couple broke apart and Patricia shouted "HEY, TRYING TO HAVE A MOMENT HERE!"
He picked up his can and went to get more water.
"Only you, Yacker." Eddie chuckled before kissing her again.