Hello everyone! So, after much thought and a little work, I've decided to make a series of one-shot drabbles centered around Peddie! Don't worry all you Fabina lovers, there will be a series for Fabina coming out soon. But since I really haven't made any stories on Peddie yet, I wanted to make this one first! Enjoy this first one-shot and tell me if I should continue! Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis. I wish I did, but I don't. :(

Birthday Presents

"I got you a present," Patricia shouted as she banged on Eddie's door. "Wake up, birthday boy!"

Chuckling when she heard the grumble of an annoyed boyfriend, she waited as patiently as she could for Eddie put on some clothes. As soon as he opened the door, she jumped right into him.

"Why did you wake me up?" Eddie squinted, his eyes adjusting the light in the hallway.

"Because I am excited that it's your birthday and I remembered!"

Eddie slumped his head and shoulders, retreating back into his room.

"No, no, no! You're coming with me!" Patricia exclaimed with renewed enthusiasm, hopping into his room and grabbing his hand.

"If it doesn't involve cake, I am going to be mad," Eddie groaned as his girlfriend dragged him to the living room sofa and plopped him there.

"Oddly enough, it doesn't. Not yet, anyway."

Eddie couldn't help it. He smiled as he heard Patricia scrambling to get a clean dish from the cupboard. He stood up and stretched, shaking the last lingering pieces of sleepiness away.

"Sit."

Disobeying was one of Eddie's favorite things. Ignoring the ice cold floor, he tiptoed behind Patricia, who was searching frantically for something in the fridge.

"Good morning, beautiful," Eddie yawned as he snaked his arms around Patricia's small waist.

"Didn't I tell you to sit down?" Patricia ordered, slapping his arms and making him chuckle. "But first, go brush your teeth. Your breath is…well, it smells like you just woke up."

"I did just wake up."

"Well, make it smell like you just brushed your teeth."

"I haven't even eaten yet!"

"Go. Now."

Resorting back to the grumbling, Eddie mumbled and complained about how it was too early in the morning to be celebrating a birthday. He only stopped while the toothbrush was in his mouth so he wouldn't swallow the toothpaste. He even moaned all the way back to the living room, low enough to make him think Patricia couldn't hear. She could.

"You sound like this is your 60th birthday, Eddie. Come on, be a little happy at least."

Eddie slouched patiently while he heard the running of water and sizzle of a pan. So enough, the smell of bacon wafted through the air.

"Breakfast is served." She placed the steaming plate in front of him. "Now, let me go get your present. You're going to love it!" Patricia cooed, racing up the creaky stairs to her bedroom. By the time she returned, Eddie had already wolfed down all of his bacon, eggs, and was shoveling the last bit of toast into his mouth.

"Enjoy it while you can. I'm not making more," warned Patricia, handing him a small red parcel tied with a gold ribbon.

"Presents!" Eddie squealed, ripping the wrapping paper off and removing the top of the box. Inside, he saw a small device that looked like an iPod.

"What exactly is this?" Eddie asked.

"It's a recorder that can warp your voice. My cousin plays with it all the time and he can't get enough of it."

"Really?"

"My cousin's seven. I thought this would be the perfect gift."

"Uh, thanks?"

Patricia snatched the breakfast plate off of the table and whisked away to the kitchen. She didn't want to make Trudy wash the dishes, so she kindly did one dish. Just one.

Eddie walked back to his room and placed the recorder inside his drawer. His mature side told him that this present was going to stay in that drawer for the rest of time and then some. His childish side said that he would use it every day, with everyone. Fortunately for Eddie and unfortunately for the rest of the Anubis residents, Eddie didn't have a mature side.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone vibrated. A sales pitch. He immediately declined the phone call. He was walking away when he did a double take on the lock screen of his phone. Instantly, he started laughing.

"Patricia!"

"What?"

"My birthday is tomorrow!"

Whatever Patricia said next was drowned out by a plate crashing to the floor. Eddie was sure that what Patricia had shouted was dirtier than the breakfast platter she was trying to clean.