I decided to start a story full of Peddie one-shots!

She was rebellious, as was he. But, there was one problem with that. They didn't like each other. Wait; let's rephrase that, shall we? They hated each other. They couldn't stand that they lived in the same neighborhood, they couldn't stand they went to the same school, and they certainly couldn't stand the feels they felt toward one another. They both shared the very same feeling. They both love each other because of their hatred. If that even makes sense to you. Both of the stubborn teenagers have tried to think and understand what that meant. They had lied awake for hours during the night, just hoping that either one of them could figure out what the hell was going on.

June 7th

2013, 3:47 pm

Patricia Williamson was strolling down the newly paved road, carrying three fully stuffed grocery bags in her hands. Patricia was sent to The Corner Store to pick up a few things for her mother to cook dinner with. She didn't mind at all, considering it was a chance for her to get out of that horrid house. Her mother and father weren't really on good terms as of the last couple of weeks; meaning she would do most of anything to get out of the house. Once her modern white house came into view once more, she dreaded walking into that deathtrap her parent call a home.

Patricia grabbed her redish-purple key out of her jean pocket and unwillingly jammed it into the rust lock. She opened the door to hear the familiar screeching of the fifteen-year-old red door. As soon as she closed to ancient door behind her, she could instantly hear screaming coming from the kitchen. She sighed, already knowing this would happen, she silently crept into the kitchen doorway, set the bags full of dinner item on the countertop, and quickly sped up to her room before she could be somehow be roped into their conversation; yet again. On her way down the long hall to her bedroom, she noticed her twin sister, Piper, had left her door wide open; without her inside. Patricia looked right then left and right again, just making sure no one was going to see this happen. Who's going to see it anyway? Patricia asked herself. Her parent were having a full on war in the kitchen and Piper was probably at her boyfriend's house. Patricia walked into her sisters' pink, green, and purple frilly room. She almost winced at how girly this bedroom was. How are even related? Piper's into classical music and makeup and Patricia's into punk-rock and band merchandise.

Patricia walked up to the desk in the far left corner of the room and looked at the pictures she had lied neatly on her white, plastic desk. She saw one of the whole family, when the girls were about five. The next one her eyes glanced over was a picture of her and Piper on their thirteenth birthday. Patricia remembered when all she wanted when she was little was to grow up. It had seemed like such a great thing. Boy, was she wrong. She wished she was little again and wouldn't have to worry about what other people think of her. Yes, that's right, Patricia Williamson was insecure. Downright afraid of what people thought of her. She sighed deeply and walked out of her sister's room, leaving the door just the way it was before. It's not like she was going through her stuff, she just wanted to see how Piper managed to keep herself so organized; cause of right now, Patricia was absolutely not organized. She continued to walk down the never ending hallway toward her room and she could still here the ciaos going on downstairs. She finally reached her black bedroom door with about six KEEP OUT signs hanging loosely from it. She opened it and closed it behind her. She walked to her miniature window and saw an all too familiar blonde American boy walking down the street. Walking to her bed she grabbed her iPod and headphones, and plopped onto her rock-hard bed. She turned up the volume to drown out the sound of her parents' debates. There was only one thing the music couldn't drown from her head, and that was a certain Eddie Miller.

June 7th

2013, 3:36 pm

Eddie Miller was sitting in his room blasting music as loud as he could. His father was out in town today; so that meant he could play his music at any intense volume he wanted. He was sure the neighbors could hear his music from inside their homes and would probably get yelled at by his dad later from all the complaints, but he didn't give a damn; his dad wasn't home and he could play his music as loud as he wanted. Eddie began banging his head to the music roughly and shaking his foot to the beat. It was in the middle of his new favorite song when the music suddenly stopped and all he heard was slight static. He groaned, frustrated at the cheap stereo. He got off of his bed and walked over to his dresser, where his stereo sat. He picked it up and looked at the bottom of the miniature radio. He groaned once more slamming down the heap of junk and raddling the tall dresser. He turned, not bothering to stable the wobbly dresser. Before he could get out of his bedroom door he heard shatter on the light wooden floor. He turned slowly afraid of what had broken. If it was his limited edition Sick Puppies album he would… He didn't even know, but it wouldn't be good; all hell would break loose.

He looked closely to the floor and saw it was a picture frame lying face down on the floorboards with shattered pieces of glass sitting still around the ruined frame. Eddie picked up the frame gently, for two very important reasons. One: He didn't want to be cut by the glass and have to get stiches; again. Two: It was picture of him, his dad, and his mom. It was before his parents got a divorce and his dad left when he was just five. For as long as could remember he thought he had done something wrong; driven his dad away because he wasn't good enough for him; even at age five.

He set the damaged frame on the end of his bed and went to the laundry room to find a broom and dust pan. Successful on his mission, he walked back into his bedroom, cleaning items in hand, and got to work cleaning up the shards.

After he finished, he decided to take a walk to get something on of his mind that his music couldn't, and that was a certain Patricia Williamson.

June 10th

2013, 12:31 pm

Eddie's punishment for disturbing the neighbors was doing a full day of errands for his dad. He was finally at The Corner Store—the last store on the endless list—and was currently searching for kitchen soap. As he was looked for a specific kind his dad ordered him to get, he heard the loud bell clang signaling someone had just walked in. Eddie didn't think anything of it until he saw a flash of auburn hair and head sniffling. Eddie's eyebrows crinkled in confusion and went to check out the seen.

June 10th

2013, 12:00

Patricia and Piper were called downstairs by their parents. Piper skipped down the stars gracefully while Patricia walked casually.

They both saw their parents sitting together on the couch. Next to each other. That scared Patricia; they haven't been that close to each other since school let out in the end of May. Patricia gulped and sat down on the opposite couch next to Piper. "Girls," Mr. Williamson started with a sympathetic tone. "You're getting a divorce, aren't you?" Patricia deadpanned getting right to the point.

Mrs. Williamson sighed. "Girls, this will not affect anything." Mrs. Williamson promised. Patricia gaped at her mother. "Are you kidding?" Patricia started off quietly. "Are you freakin kidding me?" Patricia yelled agrily at her parents. "How is this not going to affect anything? We won't be a family anymore!" Patricia felt tears coming to her eyes. Then it hit her. "Will we have to move?" Patricia asked softly. She couldn't move. She just couldn't! All of her friends were here! Joy, Jerome, Alfie, Amber, Fabian, Mara, and Eddie. Eddie. She couldn't just leave Eddie. Sure, she knew he hated her, but she didn't hate him. She- she loved him actually. Yes, it was possible for Patricia Williamson to love someone with all her heart. She couldn't leave someone she loved; even though she knew he didn't love her back.

She didn't wait for her parents to answer the question burning in her mind, she stormed out and went to the only place she thought of first: The Corner Store.

June 10th

2013, 12:31 pm

Patricia stormed into the store and heard the familiar bell ring as she ran through the store and to the back produce aisle. She roughly wiped the tears streaming down her face. She made it to the very back of the store to find out she was being followed. She turned back and saw a very confused and –surprisingly—concerned Eddie following her footsteps the end of the produce section. "What, Eddie?" She snapped not turning around. "Yacker, are you crying?"

Patricia rolled her green-greyish orbs at Eddie's nickname for her. Eddie caught her hand and spun her around. She couldn't describe the sparks she felt. He looked into her sparkling eyes, ignoring the electricity also, and saw her blotchy cheeks and flushed face. "You have been crying." He confirmed holding onto her other hand also. Patricia was too caught up in starring into his eyes to realize what he was doing. They stood there for what seemed like hours until someone cleared their throat just feet away. They both turned their head simultaneously and glared at the woman who had interrupted their moment. "Excuse me, but I need the tomatoes." She pointed to a large pile of bright red tomatoes behind Patricia. The teenagers mumbled their apologies and walked outside of the store. Patricia felt the hot summer breeze against her paled cheeks as Eddie ushered her to the street bench across from the grocery.

"What do you want, Weasel?" Patricia spat using her nickname for him. Edie sighed. He really wasn't good at this; the whole expressing his feelings thing. He wasn't sure how to do it until he saw Patricia run into the store crying; it broke his heart to see her that sad. "Are you going to tell me why you were crying?" Eddie asked looked at the sparkling concrete.

Patricia sighed deeply before beginning. She wasn't sure why she was going to tell him what was going on, but she need to tell someone. Now. "My parent are getting a divorce and I don't know if I'll be moving or not." Patricia hadn't told him how she felt about it but some reason she felt as if he was going to ask.

"Are you alright? How do you feel about that?" Ah, there it was. She groaned annoyed. "Of course I'm not alright, Doofus! My goddamn parents are getting a divorce and you're asking if I alright! Who would be?" Patricia finished softly.

"Me." Eddie whispered. Patricia looked at him shocked. All Patricia could think was to hug him. So, she did just that. At first Eddie was caught off guard, but he almost instantly melted into the hug. "I'm sorry." Patricia whispered into his shoulder. He chuckled a bit, which confused her.

"You shouldn't be." He hugged her tighter. "They've been divorced for thirteen years; I'm the one who should say sorry to you. But, I don't think I'll do that." Eddie pulled away and smirked. He knew; he knew she hated sympathy. Patricia just sat there crisscrossed on the smooth wooden bench. She smiled at him. "Thank you." When he didn't reply she looked over to him. She turned her head just the slightest and saw he had been starring at her. She blushed but didn't look away. He noticed her face redden and he smiled. He set his hand over hers gently on the bench. They both continued to stare and, yet again, ignored the shock. They both started to lean in simultaneously, the moment feeling right. Once their lips collided, they felt something more than sparks; it was fireworks. They both pulled away and smiled at each other.

Yep, they defiantly hated each other.

Yay! I loved this one :) Hope you guys enjoyed!