Hey, guys! I know I'm like a die-hard Patrome fan, but I'm very interested in Eddie. And even though he's only starred in one episode so far, he's like one of my new favorites. And I'm also intrigued by his relationship with Patricia. I may be changed into Edtricia later on. Scary, I know. But this is like a small one-shot on what I think Patricia's view of him is. Anyways, take the poll on my profile, and if you LOVE Patrome, check out my profile for more info on that. Anyways here ya go, after the disclaimer of course!

Disclaimer: Nickelodeon, please don't hunt me down. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS. Not at all, sadly.

Joy was rambling on and on about Fabian again. I knew that she was beginning to become upset because of me not paying attention. So, I played along as she spoke. "Can you talk to Fabian, please? I just need to know. Are they on or are they off? And, be subtle..." I flashed her a surprised look, hanging my mouth open, leaving her to rethink what she had just said. "Kay, scratch that off," she said, shaking her head. I never knew that she could be so desperate over a guy, or the shy dork, Fabian. I'd never do that. Guys were just...idiots. There's just no reason to be so hung up over them. And there's also no reason to blab it on to your best friend. Call it selfish, but boy talk just begins to sound like noise after a while. I was about to reply to her request, when I got bumped near my "undesignated area" by a moldy lumpy brown boot. It caught my attention immediately as I whipped my eyes to the owner of the repulsive shoe. I guess I spoke to soon about boys.

The guy had slightly gelled "casually messed up" short blonde hair with darker brown highlights at the roots. His long, perfectly shaped eyebrows held close to his smaller-than-normal dark brown, hazel eyes. His nose was an average size, smooth and slightly pointed. His lips were not necessarily big, but they were thicker and were a sweet light pinkish red. He had a nice chiseled chin accented with a few dark spots on his skin.

And oh, his clothes. I liked them. He wore a black-brown leather jacket, complimenting a black, red, and white unbuttoned checkered collar shirt. And underneath that, was a dark grey T-shirt. He had a wrap-around brown bracelet that I could considerably say was a girly accessory. His dark grey jeans fit him extremely well. And I liked the fact that they didn't stick to his legs like other guys I've met. They were almost straight, but were a little skinnier. And once again, his gross brown boots.

Overall, he was...cute. Fit also, which pleased me. Of course, I'd never say that out loud. Boys, yuck. I had a reputation to uphold. I wasn't going to let a newbie destroy that. Besides, I'd never take interest in the newfound moron who sleeps in lounges. You could say that I was able to analyze him further...maybe, even though I found it disturbing how I could pay this much attention to the jerk. But even if I wanted to, which I wouldn't (his girly yet stunningly stylish clothes were beginning to bother me now), he finally shook awake and surprisingly said, "Woah," snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes narrowed as I switched to my defensive side.

"Stick your feet in, will you?" I now glared at him as he carried on with a completely nonchalant attitude.

He responded irritatingly saying, "You woke me." His adorable-I mean disgusting- lips flared as he spoke.

"Yeah, well student lounges are for lounging, not sleeping. Clues in the name," I shot back, my obvious audacity showing its true colors.

He sat up and his annoyance of me began to show as he spoke. "Okay, I was on a plane for eight hours. Then, I was on a train for four more. And now I'm in Boresville, U.K. I don't need a lecture. Kay, Hermione?" He gestured with his arms, as he now showed his bad attitude as well.

I heard Joy gasp in the background. Well, this was getting fun. My habit of easy anger now came in as I retorted, enunciating every word. "Great, that's all we need. Another patronizing American who's only reference to the U.K. is Harry Potter. Who are you anyway?" He smirked as I said patronizing, but soon went back to a frown.

"Ooh' are you?" he replied simply, referring back to his indifferent attitude.

"I asked first," I snarled, giving him my best signature glare this time.

"Pfft." He said, chuckling. "Really?" he replied, finding humor in my easy answer.

I quickly thought of a more elaborate comeback to cover up my other one. "Next time you trip somebody up, remember it's considered polite to apologize in this country," I spat.

He was awed and clearly out of words as he now replied with an easy response. "Do you ever stop talking? I should call you Blabs….. or Yacker." He smiled in satisfaction at the pathetic nickname and pointed at me, smiling and nodding his head. "Unh, Yacker!" As he said the words, his lips puckered.

"And maybe I should call you a cab back to the airport." I leaned in closer squinting at him for dramatic effect.

"Ohhhh," he clapped, looking at me sarcastically, widening his eyes, "Devastating." He laughed again at my insult, which infuriated me. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't stand being forced to stare at those eyes any longer. I was also sickened by his way of insulting me, acting so careless as if I was a mere bug buzzing around him. And, his accent. That American accent that I couldn't get over. His voice was even weirder than Nina's. His was an of course attractive deep voice, but was also flavored with a spiral of high-pitched volumes, too. He sounded like Justin Bieber, still going through puberty. Of course, maybe that's why all those girls adore Justin Bieber. But I wasn't going to be one of his "fan-girls." OVER MY DEAD BODY.

I planned my hasty exit this time. I wasn't going to let him win. Not at all. So I said, "As much as I'd love to stand here trading stereotypes, I think I'm going to go hang somewhere else. C'mon, Joy." He gave me another unconcerned look and shushed me away with his hand which made me kind of upset. But I kept my cool, and flipped my hair moving back the same way I came, with Joy by my side.

When we were away from ear-shot, Joy whispered to me, her girliness making a reappearance. "He's pretty cute, huh?"

"Pfft," I covered up, rolling my eyes. "He likes to think he is."

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Okay, so that's done. Please respond in the reviews (it took me forever to analyze the scene from the show) and if you want me to do any more encounters with Patricia and Eddie, I'd be happy to turn this into a series of one-shots of them. However, if you don't, that's fine. Thanks for reading ;)