Hey guys! So this is my first one-shot in my Peddie one-shot series, I am excepting prompts, so please R&R! Enjoy! Prompted by myself! Btw, for the prompt, I know nothing about gymnastics, so yeah, _
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Cheerleading.
That one word made Patricia Willamson shrivel with disgust, flashbacks, and memories. Most people would take one look at her, and say 'She is never going to be a cheerleader.' Well, she was. She was actually quite good. She actually liked it. But that's why she quit. Piper was always the talented one, but gymnastics and sports were her weak link. Patricia quit because of that. One, when she transferred to go to a fancy new boarding school, it was already too much pressure. She vowed to never ever go back to cheerleading. So when Amber came bouncing into the room, saying how she signed every girl up to try out for cheerleading, you can imagine how Patricia reacted.
"You what?" she roared at her bubbly friend. No one in the house knew she could cheer, and she wasn't going to let anyone find out.
"I signed all the girls up for cheerleading! Really Patricia, sometimes you can be such a blonde." Amber sighed. She really wasn't getting the point.
"Yeah, I know that, but why?" the fiery red head exclaimed. "Calm down Yacker." Eddie soothed. "Only like 10 out of like 100 girls get in, there's nothing to be embarrassed of. And plus, you would look nice in a cheerleading uniform." He was expecting her to calm down, or apologize for being so snappy, but instead was hit in the head by a pillow. Hard. But hey, when you're in a room with The Patricia Willamson, you better be prepared for shit to go down.
"Thanks oh-so-caring boyfriend for your support." She said with sarcasm dripping off of her voice.
"But really," Amber started, "I've been cheering for 5 years. I could probably pull some strings to let you guys on the team. 'Oh great' I thought. 'Let the torture begin'
"Whohoo!" cheered Alfie as Amber landed with a back handspring. "Wonderful as always Amber," the head cheerleader Stacey beamed. Everyone else already went, and only 8 out of 76 got in. Apparently, she the last one.
"Next we have…. Patricia Willamson?" Everyone looked at me. I guess I wasn't what they were expecting.
"Yep, that's me." She sighed. 'Let's get this over with she thought.'
First, she did a round off back handspring into a front tuck, then a front handspring step out, a front aerial, and landed with a left split.
"That was…amazing!" Stacey squealed. "How would you like to be our head captain?" she offered with pleading eyes.
"Um… sure?" I answered weakly. "Great! I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" she quickly nodded and turned around to face my housemates.
"Trix, that's was amazing!" Amber squealed. "Yeah, I never knew you were that good at gymnastics," complimented Mara. "It was nothing," she shrugged.
"Nothing? You're probably better than every single girl on the team!" said Joy.
"Yeah Yacker, I never knew you could cheer," muttered Eddie.
"Let's walk back to the house yeah?" she exclaimed.
We were walking back to the house in silence until Eddie finally asked "Why didn't you ever tell me? I thought we agreed on no more secrets. Don't you trust me?" He looked down sadly.
"I do trust you, it's just cheerleading was one out of two things I was better than Piper at. When my parent shipped me to this school, I was different. I wasn't judged on being second best, I was my own person."
"Patricia, that's ridiculous," he chuckled "You're your own person, and I love you for it."
"Thank you," I mumble then blush, taking in what he just said.
We walked back in peace, and that's good enough for me.
Done! This took me like a week to do. Please read my other one-shot, send n prompts, and R&R!