Fabian was awoken at 6:00 on the dot, by his alarm clock. He quickly grabbed his uniform and went to shower. He returned to his room around 6:15. Now was usually the time he attempted to wake his roommate. He was shocked to find his roommate not alone in his bed, as he should've been. Fabian was unsure of what to say exactly. He figured he should leave the pair, instead he continued with what he normally did which was to wake his roommate.
"Eddie! Person whom I'm assuming is Patricia, Trudy will be in here in about 15 minutes, like usual to see if Eddie's awake. Patricia you should probably leave," he said shaking his roommates shoulder.
"Go away mom, five more minutes," Eddie grumbled.
"Eddie, you have a girl in your bed, and if Trudy comes in here, you are both dead," Fabian sighed. It was at that Eddie shot up so he was sitting in his bed. He looked at the clock 6:20.
"Fine mom, now leave. I'll wake Patricia. I'm awake, barely," he yawned. An hour of sleep that was fun. He figured he could possibly bug his dad into getting him coffee, sometime today but that would have to wait. He watched as Fabian left the room.
"Morning Yacker, you need to wake up because Trudy will be in here, in about 10 minutes, to make sure I'm awake," he said shaking her shoulder.
"Shut up, I got one hour of sleep, if that," she snarled, pulling one of the beds blankets over her head.
"We'll both be d-e-a-d, dead. If Trudy finds you in here," he sighed pulling the blanket away from her head.
"Fine," she snarled sitting up.
"I'm going to go shower, you're probably going to need to sneak up stairs," he sighed, grabbing his uniform then heading down the hall to shower. Patricia yawned before standing up from his bed. He was right she'd needed to sneak upstairs, she showered the night before so she'd only need to change.
Around 7 Patricia finally headed back downstairs, breakfast would finally be served, and everyone else was probably already at the table. She was shocked to find Eddie at the bottom step waiting for her.
"Morning," she yawned.
"Morning to you to, let's go have breakfast."
"But we had pancakes two hours ago," she laughed slightly.
"I'm a boy I like to eat," he teased.
"I can tell," she smiled.
He was acting slightly weird. She started to head towards the dining room when she felt herself be pulled back slightly. He had wrapped his arm around her waist in an almost possessive manner. She should've expected it. The pair made their way to the dining room. There were two seats left open, one between Joy and Jerome and one between Mara and Fabian. She knew she'd want to sit between Joy and Jerome, mostly to talk to Joy.
But that wouldn't go over well with Eddie. She sighed confused, she figured it'd be better if she took the spot between Mara and Fabian and that's the seat she took. She kept an eye on Eddie as he sat down between Jerome and Joy. If you had a knife you could cut the tension between them. She was probably the only one in the room that noticed it. She glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed it. Joy gave her a questioning look.
Well at least Joy noticed. She mouthed to her friend that they could talk about it later. Not many words were exchanged that meal, thankfully. She ate her found slowly not that hungry due to her midnight snacking. The table began to clear out as people headed to school. Soon all that remained of the table was Patricia, Jerome, Eddie and Joy. Joy got up to put her dishes in the sink leaving just the three of them. Jerome took this as his chance.
He moved himself over next to where Patricia had sat.
"Okay buddy, you have three seconds to get the fuck away from Patricia," Eddie snarled, at his former friend.
"And why should I do that Sweetie Junior," Jerome mused.
"Jerome," Patricia stated.
"Yes Trixie?"
"Please listen to Eddie, I have chores tonight and I'd prefer to not have to mop up blood," she hissed.
"Oh so does he know or are you just going to ignore it," Jerome whispered so she could barely hear it.
"Oh he knows why do you think he's going to kill you in about 2 seconds," she smirked. A throat clearing sound filled the room, they turned their heads to see Joy.
"I think it's time we got to school yeah?"
"I think Joys right," Patricia said nervously, hopping up from her seat grabbing her dishes and heading to put them in the sink, before racing upstairs to grab her bag.
"So care to tell me whats going on, and why we're probably going to have a blood bath before night ends," Joy asked her best friend and roommate, as she entered the room also there to grab her stuff.
"Can I tell you later," Patricia sighed.
"You should tell me now."
"Okay let's walk and talk," Patricia murmured grabbing her bag. The pair headed for the stairs as Patricia tried to bring her up to speed.
"Well it all makes sense then," Joy said softly once they reached the bottom step.
Eddie was already there waiting for them. His arm immediately wrapping possessively around Patricia's waist. Jerome emerged from his room a few moments later, shooting a dirty look to the couple. The four walked over, tension filling the air. They were all in the same class together, science. Eddie stayed close to Patricia, not letting her out of his sight for too long.
"You know we do have classes apart. Nothing's going to happen between me and some guy, if you let me out of your sight," she sighed.
"Trying to make a point," he murmured.
"To who and what is this point?"
"To Jerome," he muttered so she could barely hear him.
"Okay now what is this point that you are trying to make," she sighed as the walked into the science room.
"That you're mine," he muttered once again so she couldn't hear him.
"I've already told him that I want to be with you not him."
"He doesn't seem to get that hint though," he sighed glancing over the the table which Jerome sat at with Alfie.
"Good morning students," they soon heard as Mr. Sweet entered the room. "I have exciting news, today we start a group project. You'll be in groups of three," he said a bit too excitedly.
"But here's how it will work. I have everyones name in a hat. I will pull a name out, then that person will pull a name out, then that person will pull a name out, and there you have it you have your group," he said, he stopped waiting for his students to act like the were paying attention. Once most of the students were look at him, he pulled a name out of the hat he had on his desk.
"Patricia Williamson," he said. He then walked over to the table where she sat. She pulled a name out of a sat. Eddie noticed her facial expression it wasn't good whomever she drew.
"Well Ms. Williamson, who else is in your group," she handed him the sheet of paper, an angry look on her face.
"Jerome Clarke," Mr. Sweet stated. Patricia watched Eddie's face fill with anger, as Jerome pulled out a name. Patricia hoped he drew Joy. Joy would keep Jerome out of too much trouble. She'd love to work with Eddie, but then with Jerome in the mix there'd be trouble.
"Edison Sweet," Jerome stated. Patricia heard Eddie growl under this breathe, she was unsure if it was the fact he had to work with Jerome or the fact he hated being called Edison Sweet, because his legal name had been changed to Miller when he was 6.
"Everything's, going to be fine," she sighed. It was going to be a long project.
Once everyone else had picked groups. Mr. Sweet had people move so they were seated with their partners. Jerome took the open seat next to Patricia, which clearly pissed Eddie off further. Let's just say if looks could kill Jerome would've been dead by now. Mr. Sweet continued on about the project passing sheets out, not that Patricia paid much attention. She tired to figure out how she could get this project done with without there being a blood bath.
"You don't need to worry about anything happening," she sighed whispering in Eddie's ear.
"Or do I," he spoke quietly.
"No. You'll be there the entire time," she mumbled.
"I guess you're right."
"Secrets, secrets hurt someone," Jerome laughed slightly. Eddie's glare intensified. This was going to be a long project. Eventually class ended. The rest of the day was weird. Eddie being overly possessive, but I was expecting that. We walked back to the house just the two of us, neither of us saying anything.
"I want to take a nap," I said, when we reached the house. I had some coffee, or I stole most of Eddie's coffee that he somehow convinced his dad to get him.
"A nap sounds nice," he smiled.
"Maybe we can nap together," I smiled. His face looked confused, and then a registered what I had said.
"That also sounds good, coffee thief," he teased.
"I'm gonna go change, I'll be back in 10 minutes," I smiled as we walked into his house. I changed out of my uniform quickly and was soon down stairs.
"Nap time," I smiled entering his room without knocked. The pair drifted off into dreamland quickly. Awaking about 3 hours later for supper. Well Eddie awoke for food, he then was left with the task of waking Patricia.
"Come on Yacker, its dinner time wake up," he teased in an attempt to wake his sleeping girlfriend.
"Do I have to," she whined.
"Yes."
"Fine," she muttered sitting up.
"Let's go get food," he smiled.
"Fine," she said standing up. She was still exhausted but the nap was nice. The pair entered the dining room. She somehow was stuck between Jerome and Eddie. Joy gave her the sucks to be you right now look. Things were tense again. Patricia was shocked only Joy seemed to notice it. Patricia was thankful it was Friday, and that she could spend the weekend hopefully ignoring Jerome. She sat there and could feel the dirty looks being exchanged between the two. She sighed, she finished her food quickly, but was afraid to leave the table. Once Joy had finished she decided they might be fine if she left the table.
"At this rate they're going to kill each other," Joy muttered as Patricia joined them in the kitchen. Patricia had dish duty with Joy tonight, she sighed.
"I know. They haven't gotten into an actual fist fight yet, so far so good," Patricia muttered.
"If they do fight I hope its tomorrow, when we aren't on chore duty," Joy laughed weakly.
"I already warned them of that," Patricia murmured. They heard someone enter the kitchen.
"Hey," Eddie said quietly entering the kitchen.
"Care to stay and talk," Patricia questioned.
"Can't Skype date tonight," Eddie smiled.
"Mom and little sister?"
"Yup." Patricia had joined in on one of Eddie's Skype sessions about a month ago. He had a half sister who was five, that he'd talk to every two weeks. His little sister liked Patricia and usually would ask Eddie where Patricia was, according to Eddie anyways.
"Tell her if she wants to talk to me, I will, just come get me," she smiled.
"She'll ask about you, she always does," he smiled at her once before leaving the room. Time passed as Joy and Patricia started to clean up the kitchen.
"You can go if you want join, its just a few plates left to dry, I'll be fine by myself," Patricia joked. She usually didn't like finishing chores by herself but tonight she needed a few moments to herself to think. As she started drying the last plate, she heard someone enter the room. She kind of sorta assumed it was Eddie.
"Hey slimeball, miss me already." she smirked still focused on the plate.
"You missed me," the voice said.
"Oh its you. You have five seconds to leave, or I will call Eddie in here, and I won't attempt to keep him from hurting you," Patricia hissed as she went to put the plate away.
"Like I'm scared of the American," he smirked.
"And I'm out of here," she snapped walking out of the room and across the hall. She pressed her ear against the door, she wasn't sure if he had finished his Skype conversation or not. She could tell he wasn't
"Bye Squirtle, tell mom I want to talk to her," she heard him say. She opened the door anyways. Patricia liked his mom she had been nice when they had talked those few times.
"Oh it's you," he said glancing over at her.
"Still Skyping or," she asked, even though she knew the answer. He was focused on his computer.
"Yeah moms telling me a story right now, we should be done in a few minutes. You missed the kid, she asked about you again," he smiled. She found it amusing how he always referred to his little sister as the kid, but during their Skype conversations she was Squirtle.
"Yes mom Patricia is here," he said turning his focus back to his laptop suddenly.
"I guess I'll ask her if she wants to talk to you," his gaze shot from the computer back to Patricia.
"Your mom wants to talk to me," she asked.
"Yes," he sighed.
"Fine, but only for a few minutes, I want to go do something with you," she smiled.
"Come over here then," he teased as he unplugged his headphones. Patricia joined him on the bed.
"Hello Patricia," Eddie's mom smiled as soon as Patricia came into view on the computer screen.
"Hello Mrs. Weston," she said. She didn't question the different last names, okay she did. Eddie's mom had gotten remarried when Eddie was ten. The decided against changing Eddie's last name to that of Eddie's moms new husband. So Eddie was technically the odd duck of the family, with the last name Miller.
"Its nice to see you Patricia," she kept smiling.
"How are you," Patricia asked awkwardly. She felt Eddie's arm wrap around her as she leaned back against his bed. Patricia listened intently as she rambled on about her life, her husband, and Eddie's little sister.
"Well you kids probably don't want to hear my ramble, go do something fun, but stay out of trouble," she smiled.
"Bye mom," Eddie said quickly seemingly content their conversation was ending.
"Bye Mrs. Weston," Patricia said.
"Goodbye Eddie. Goodbye Patricia," she said smiling as the call ended.
"Lets go do something dufus," she said jumping off his bed. She waited till he had set his laptop down, before dragging him up with her.
"Like what," he joked.
"Let's go outside," she smiled. The pair found themselves outside. They strolled contently down one of the many paths enjoy the chance to be alone. However they could not be alone for long. The pair soon found a flash of blonde hair walking towards them.
"You know. I don't get it." he spat
"What's confusing to you now Jerome," Patricia sighed. She wished he'd leave them alone.
"Why you'd pick the American over me," he simply stated.
"Because he's not an as-" Patricia began to say but was cut off suddenly.
"LOOK. JEROME. YOU NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER. SHE'S NOT YOURS. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE YOURS! IF SHE DID SHE COULD BE. SHE DIDN'T PICK YOU," Eddie snapped. Patricia had a really bad feeling with what was about to take place. Eddie and Jerome's eyes burned with anger.
"Come on Eddie, let's just go," she said worriedly.
"No. I want to hear what Jerome has to say," Eddie simply stated.
"Eddie."
"Patricia."
"Want to hear what I think? You're just some I think I'm so cool, so tough, not at all bad boy American. You're pathetic. Why does she want to be with a second rate American, when she could have me," Jerome smirked.
"That's it!" Eddie shouted. Patricia noticed Eddie's clenched fist and knew what was bound to happen in the next few moments. Patricia also noticed Jerome's clenched jaw.
"Eddie," Patricia sighed, it was just the three of them, and if a fight broke out, she really had no clue what to do. What Patricia didn't expect was for Jerome to throw the first punch, well she was busy trying not to let Eddie be the one to start the fight, she didn't notice, Jerome throwing a punch in Eddie's direction. It was all over then, she didn't know what she was going to do now. She watched as a fight now unfolded in front of her. Her mind went blank and she completely froze, what does one do when two people start fighting. She was at a lose unsure of what to do, as punches were thrown.
"JEROME! EDISON," she heard a voice screech behind her. She spun on her heels. For once in her life she had never been so happy to see Mr. Sweet. She watched as the two boys broke apart quickly. Eddie immediately going to stand next to Patricia. She gave him a once over. A split lip and black eye, not too bad. She then gave Jerome a quick glance, he looked worse, she laughed a bit to herself he deserved it.
"Ms. Williamson, what happened," Mr. Sweet asked her. She wasn't sure why.
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you're the only one not bruised right now."
"I'm not even sure myself, just that Jerome punched Eddie," she said leaving out pretty much all the details.
"Mr. Clarke. Come with me right now!"
"So I'm going to get more punishment, just because I punched Sweetie Junior? Don't like Mr. Sweet you'll punish me as hard as you can, and let your idiot of a son off with a warning."
"MR. CLARKE! NOW!"
Patricia let out a slight laugh Jerome had dug his one grave on this one. She didn't feel bad for him.
"Edison we will talk tomorrow," Mr. Sweet said as he practically dragged Jerome away.
"Well Slimeball, your face looks like it could use some ice."
"I didn't start it," he smiled weakly.
"I know," she sighed.
"Ugh, my dads going to want to kill him."
"Yeah probably, then he called you an idiot, your dad was pissed. Now let's go ice for you," she sighed. She knew once they got back into the house there would be questions which would lead to her needing to explain what happened, which would make everything more awkward.
"Ice, sounds good I guess," he sighed.
"What are we going to say, people are going to ask questions, and then what. I'm going to have to tell them everything, and I don't want people knowing what a horrible person I am," she said suddenly.
"We can just tell them Jerome and I got into a fight, they don't need to know what it was about," he mumbled.
"Maybe life would be easier if they knew?"
"It's not their business is it?"
"I guess you're right," she stammered slightly. They had now reached the house and she glanced around no one was in the living room so no questions were to be asked. She dragged Eddie into the kitchen to get him some ice. She was thankful that no one was around. They stood alone in the kitchen, silence surrounding them. The silence was broken by a slamming door. Feet stomping could be heard, as the person entered the kitchen.
"Are you happy now? In school suspension for a week, and I have to scrap under every desk in the school, There was also a call made to the house, so I'm probably also in trouble with Victor and Trudy," Jerome snapped storming into the kitchen.
"Yeah I'm quite happy, you started it. I warned you that it would happen, I'm just shocked you threw the first punch," Patricia smiled innocently. She felt Eddie's free hand grasp hers tightly.
"Jerome Clarke," an angry voice called suddenly from the hallway.
"And now I'm in trouble with Victor," he groaned.
"My office now!"
"Coming Victor," Jerome whined.
"You deserve it Jerome," Patricia laughed. Once again it was just Patricia and Eddie in the kitchen. The stood once more in silence. Patricia glanced at the stove clock, and wondered how it got to be eight.
"We still have two hours before the pin drop speech, we should watch a movie or something," she smiled lightly, trying to distract him. She could tell by the look on his face he needed the distraction.
"Yeah sounds good, or can we talk?" She gulped at that sentence, she didn't want to talk. She knew deep down they still had unresolved issues with what happened.
"What's left to talk about?"
"I don't even know," he muttered. Placing the bag of ice on the counter between them.
"Then let's not talk," she smirked.
"Where are you going with this," he teased, he knew that look.
"Should I show you," she teased stepping closer to him. She had him pushed against the counter, and pressed herself against him.
"So far so good," he smirked back at her.
"Ugh just shut up?"
"Should I? Are you sure you want to kiss the guy with a busted lip?"
"I want to kiss one of them, but he doesn't seem to want to kiss me," she sighed. He was being unfair. She had enough of their chatter. She crashed her lips to his standing on her toes to reach his mouth better. She head no clue what happened as their kiss deepened and they switched spots so she was now pinned against the counter. His hands were at her waist lifting her up so she was now sitting on the counter. A throat clearing pulled the pair apart quickly.
"Oh get a room," the voice snapped,.
"You're just jealous," Eddie snapped glaring at him.
"Whatever, helps you sleep at night," Jerome snarled exiting the room quickly.
"Let's get back to where we were," Patricia smirked leaning in to kiss him once more.
"I think we should follow Jerome's advice and get a room," he teased.
"Oh I agree with you maybe we should get a room," she mused, hopping off the counter and grabbing his arm. She dragged him across the hall to his room. She kicked the door shut and pushed him down on the bed.
"Where were we," she smirked, pressing her lips to his once more.
I hate it. This is horrible. It's all Sara's fault. This sucks. I'm sorry. I don't write. I'm not a writer. I'm a vidder and this is why. Just I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for those of you who read the whole thing. I would've pressed backspace like 200 words in. I'm sorry its so long. four thousand words apparently. I'm sorry I really am. This just sucked. The ending was stupid and random. Everything was just all over the place and I'm sorry.
Anyways review.