Okay so a long time ago I posted chapter one, and I have now decided to make this a two-shot.

Third Person

About a hundred people were standing, facing the white coffin. Inside the coffin lay Patricia Williamson. Killed herself about a week ago, and the cause of her death was her two best guy friends, and her let alone boyfriend. They had decided to play a prank where Eddie had died from brain cancer. Big mistake.

Amongst the hundred people, were 12 teenagers. All of whom in a way, she had loved. She remembered the day she had met them all:

It was September 1st, 2006. Patricia's parents had just dropped her of at boarding school. In their minds, it was a great learning experience. In hers, it was a way for them to get rid of her. The 11 year old approached the ancient house, and as soon as she knocked on the wooden door, her wall went up.

At dinner that night, she studied everyone. From the two nerds, to the two pranksters, the jock, the beauty queen, and then there was a quite shy girl, whom she happened to be sitting next to. "Are you okay?" Patricia whispered, nudging the quiet girl's shoulder.

"Yes, fine actually. I'm just shy, this is my first year here." She replied equally as quiet. "I'm Joy by the way."

"Patricia." She told her, and then a middle-aged woman comes in and begins to speak:

"Okay lovelies, I am Trudy, your housemother. Why don't you all finish your meals, and then I will give you all your room assignments. As I'm sure you've been told, boy's rooms are down here, girl's upstairs." 'Trudy' smiled, and then all 8 students followed her to the boys corridor as she gave room assignments. "In this first room here, we have Mick-" she pointed to the blond-haired jock, "and Fabian." The dark-haired nerd. "Next are Jerome and Alfie." She led the two pranksters to the door at the end of the hallway. "Now, time for the girls." She smiled, and led everyone upstairs.

As the remaining 4 reached the top, the girls paraded through the door until Trudy stopped them. "In this first room here, we have Patricia and Joy." Patricia's stomach lurched at her name. "If you two need me, I'll be down in the other room, which happens to be Amber am Mara's." She smiled, and then Joy and Patricia carefully opened the door to our new room. It was a deep purple, which she happened to like. They were eventually settled when a knock came upon the door. Joy opened it to reveal the blonde beauty queen, or 'Amber.'

"Have either of you two seen my curling iron, it might have been it one of your bags." She smirked, and twirled a piece of her hair.

"No, sorry, what does it look like?" Joy mumbled. "Maybe it could've gotten switched with one of ours?"

"It's pink and has rhinestones, I highly doubt that." She sighed, then shut the door.

That next day, Patricia had kept her eye on everyone, mostly the boys. "Don't you have a nickname or anything?" Jerome spoke, aiming at Patricia. She didn't say anything. "How about Trixie, little miss Goth Pixie?" The young boy smirked, and 11 year old Patricia rolled her eyes.

That was how Patricia came upon two of her nicknames, here was the other two:

Patricia was walking with Joy through the drama room when suddenly she was stopped. The goth pixie looked down at what was blocking her path: a pair of legs propped up, and there owner just now waking up from a nap. "Watch it Slimeball!" She shrieked.

"We'll maybe if you wouldn't run into me, there wouldn't be a problem here, would there?" He retorted. The rest of the conversation was a blur, and when the two girls walked away, Joy added:

"He's cute, isn't he?"

"He likes to think he is." She muttered. Then later that day, as the now 17 year old Patricia Williamson was sitting on the edge of the couch, when a familiar face walked in and a grin wiped his face.

"Oh no, please tell me that you are not staying here." She growled, and he laughed.

"Could you down, your accent is a bit whiny to understand." He mimicked her.

"Whiny?"

"That's right, Hermione."

"Oh great, that's all we need. Another patronizing American who's only reference for the UK is Harry Potter." She spat. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm looking for the care-ummm-taker? Vincent or Victor or-"

"Nope, sorry." She shrugged as Joy entered the room.

"Is your friend always so-"

He asked her.

"Yep." Joy laughed.

And that was that, the day the two lovebirds met, the two that were supposed to grow up together, and get married. But Patricia ended the road right there. Edison Miller would always love her, more than any of the other house mates would. He could turn to see Fabian comforting Nina, Amber crying in Alfie's arms, Jerome was doing the same to Mara. Joy stood right next to him, as she was in tears. Eddie gave her a friendly hug, then told her to go and comfort Willow and KT. Eddie remained alone, and decided to go for a walk once the service was over. He sat in the woods when he saw a familiar sight:

Patricia was standing on the path, smiling and waving to him.

Okay! That's it for this story! I hope you like! Review! Also, I have a poll on my profile, and I am giving Scars and Souvenirs up for adoption. PM me for further details. :D I hope you all loved this! I almost cried writing it. Also, sorry if the words weren't exact, I couldn't find the clip of those two scenes... :3