Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.
Patricia let out a sigh as her phone ringed for the twentieth time today. She'd already been having a rough day with waking up late, and running to class, which let her no time to eat breakfast. Then, she sat through a test she completely forgot about and never studied for it, and to top it off, Eddie hadn't stopped calling all day. Her phone vibrated constantly in her pocket as she sat through all of her classes.
"What do you want, Weasel?" Patricia snapped right away, as she answered her phone.
"Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Eddie laughed.
Patricia wasn't in the mood for jokes. She had another more lecture to sit through, and she hadn't eaten since last night. Her bad luck continued to grow, as it started raining a few minutes ago and she had no strength to deal with it, or even an umbrella.
"I'm serious. If you don't tell me why you're bothering me on today of all days, then I will come over there and slap you."
"You can't."
"Just get to the point, Edison!"
"Okay, okay. Do you know what today is?"
"The worst day of my life?"
"Why is it so bad?"
"Well let's see…" Patricia started off. "I woke up late, had no time to eat breakfast, had an important test I didn't study for, and you kept calling me about a hundred times."
"It wasn't a hundred times!"
"Yeah, whatever. I need to get to my next class without getting completely drenched!" Patricia hung up, shoved her phone into her bag, and ran towards the other side of campus.
There was only one thing she hated about this place, and that was the huge garden in the middle of the campus. It felt as if she walked had to walk two miles every single day, just to get her class (not to mention the other two miles she walked, just to get home).
Patricia let out a huge breath of relief as she walked into the other building, and realized she still had two minutes to get to her class. She made her way towards the class, pushing her wet hair out of her face. She walked up the empty seat next to her friend and slammed her bag down.
"Someone's in a bad mood." Her friend laughed and tried to move her papers away as Patricia's bag dripped water all over their table.
"Don't you dare say a word, Mel."
Mel, or Melanie, tried to stay quiet for as long as she could. Talking to Patricia Williamson when she was in a bad mood was not a good idea.
Patricia let out a sigh as she saw her friend moving around uncomfortably in her seat, "Alright fine! Talk!"
"What happened? Why are you so mad? Why are you dripping wet? How was the test?" The questions kept coming after her mouth one by one.
"I woke up late, didn't eat breakfast, I failed the test, I had no umbrella, or even a sweater with a hood, and throughout this whole scenario, my immature boyfriend wouldn't stop calling me!"
"Wow…. Wait! Boyfriend!? You never told me about your boyfriend! Who is he? Do I know him? Does he go to this Uni?"
"No Mel, you don't know Eddie, and yes, he does go to this University." Patricia said, looked quite annoyed at her friend for not using the correct word.
"Well, where is he?"
"Either on the other side of campus, or at the apartment two miles off campus."
"Miles?" Mel asked.
"Don't ask. He took me away to America over the summer and now I'm still stuck in the American way of things."
"He's American?"
"Yeah."
Just as Melanie was about to ask more questions, Patricia's phone started ringing again.
"Speak of the Weasel." She grumbled before pressing answer. "I'm in class you doofus!"
"Sorry, but you're the one who rudely hung up on me!"
"Because I was the one getting rained on! Don't you have any classes to go to?"
"It's my day off! I would have told you that this morning had you not run out of the apartment before I could even say, "Good Morning"." Eddie shrugged.
"Well then Eddie, I'm begging you, stop calling me during class!"
"But I'm bored!" He whined.
"Annoy Fabian then!"
"Fabian's not my girlfriend, Yacker."
"Remind me why I'm still with you?"
"Because I'm adorable and you love me?" She could see his usual smirk appearing across his face.
"No, and stop smirking, Weasel."
"Wha- How did you know!?"
"Because you're highly predictable, goodbye Eddie."
"No Yack-"
Patricia once again hung up before Eddie had a chance to finish what he was saying, and turned her phone off.
When the class was finished, Patricia was the first person to run out the door. She pushed past the crowd, walked through the garden, and over to the small bus stop at the far end of the entire campus. She was wondering why she even chose this place, when lots of other places could've offered the same program. However, this was the only good University with Music, Art, Writing, and surprisingly, Business and Marketing.
At first, Patricia chose this place for a career in Art, however when that didn't work out, she switched to Business and Marketing. For some unknown reason, Eddie had chosen Music and Writing. So of course their schedules always clashed, and they barely saw each other throughout the day. At night, the two would be too tired to talk, or even watch a movie. Sometimes Patricia would come home to see Eddie asleep on the couch, and other times, he would be sleeping in their room.
Mr. Sweet had offered to help them pay the rent for their apartment, and had given a strong lecture about it being a two bedroom apartment. Patricia and Eddie both agreed, even though they knew they would stay in the same room. The spare room was just made into a work room, so they wouldn't disturb each other throughout the night.
As the bus arrived, Patricia took out the exact change from the small purse in her bag, put it into the machine, and tried to find any available place to sit. She gave up, and just decided to stand through the ride. Lucky for her, the bus always stopped two blocks from the apartment building.
It wasn't an old place, the building was actually new (except for the occasionally breaking Elevator). The apartments inside offered plenty of space, and were surprisingly nice.
As the bus came to a stop, Patricia quickly ran out the doors, and to the building. She ran through the front doors, and straight towards the staircases (of course they chose an apartment on the highest floor, but at least she got her daily exercise). She bolted up the stairs, almost running into a couple of people, before finally reaching their apartment. She took the key out of her bag, jammed into the lock, and twisted it around.
Patricia walked into the place, slid her bag onto the floor, before walking over to the couch and collapsing on it.
"Hey! Don't ruin the couch with your wet clothes!"
"Suck it up, Weasel. You didn't have to run up twelve flights of stairs." Patricia said, turning around to face Eddie.
"Go take a bath before you get sick. You look awful." Eddie laughed.
"Yes, mum." Patricia scowled, before getting up and walking off.
"And don't you dare sit on the bed, Yacker!"
Eddie sighed and picked up Patricia's bag, hanging it up on hooks behind their front door. He figured she'd want to move it eventually, but at least it was better than having it drip around on the floor, and then have someone fall.
As he heard the water running into the bathroom, he smirked. Time to get his plan into action. Patricia was a pretty slow bather, and on days like this, it took her even longer to leave the shower. Their bathroom was in their room, which down to the hall, and to the right. The living room, led into the dining room, which led into the kitchen, next to the hallway. There was no way she'd be able to hear what he was doing.
He moved the small coffee table off to side, and walked off to their bedroom. He grabbed a sheet, few pillows, and two blankets, before walking to the living room. He made the make shift bed, on the square carpet between the couches, facing the TV. Eddie then proceeded into the kitchen, and grabbed a few things he had made this morning (after Patricia left), out of the fridge.
Of course, Patricia could cook, he knew that, but he could also make few things aside from hoagies and pancakes. Eddie put everything into the microwave one by one, heating them up, and putting them onto two plates.
Carbonara, Burgers, Fries, just about everything they've had on their dates at Anubis. He ran to the living room, setting everything down in a nice little row in front of the 'bed' he had made. When he heard the water turn off, he turned off the lights and waited for Patricia to show up.
"Why did you turn of the lights, Weasel!? Now I can't see!" Patricia snapped. Eddie only grinned, until he heard a loud bang, and then a long string of curses. When Patricia's finally adjusted to the light, she found her way over to Eddie, only to see him sitting in a pile of blankets and pillows, and food.
"Hey Yacker."
"Eddie, what is this?"
"Remember when asked you this morning about what day it is?" Eddie asked, as Patricia nodded. "Well… do you know what it is?"
Patricia shook her head.
"It's our three year anniversary… How do you not remember that?" The tone in his voice changed from being suspicious, to upset as Patricia laughed.
"You're so sappy, Weasel. Of course I remembered, but with everything that happened, I forgot to tell you." She sat down next to him, making sure to not step on the food. "What's with the food and the bed?"
"We're having a horror movie night!" Eddie grinned, "And this is everything we've had on our dates when we were at Anubis."
"No way! You did not!" Patricia gasped, looking at all of the plates. Eddie picked up one of them, and held it up to her.
"Remember the Mac and Cheese on our date with Dad? Even though it was more of a date with Piper…" He said, making her laugh.
"Thanks Eddie." She took the plate from him, and put it down, before looking over at him.
"Happy three year anniversary, Yacker."
"Happy three year anniversary, Weasel." They leaned into a small and passionate kiss, before Patricia pulled away. "Even though this doesn't count, because we broke up over that one summer I came to America."
"Shut up and enjoy it. Everyone knows we still liked each other."
"Oh whatever." Patricia laughed, picking up one of the plates as Eddie turned the TV on.
This was originally supposed to be uploaded for the Peddie three year anniversary, but I messed up many things while writing it and had to change it a lot. I'm probably going to start writing more fanfics again, but they'll mostly be one-shot like this one, maybe a rare two/three shot?
Anyways, Happy (very late) three year Peddieversary!
- changed from Peddielover4 to PattyMillers.