Patricia crept down the stairs carefully, watching Victor in his office. He seemed to be sleeping, but she knew better then to take chances when it came to him. Switching her gaze to her feet for a moment and making sure to avoid the creaky step, Patricia quickly tip-toed to the bottom, her high ponytail swinging behind her. Once down, she exhaled a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding and walked to the kitchen.

She was surprised to see the light on, and the sounds of someone walking around coming from inside. Narrowing her eyes, she crept in and leaned against the door frame, watching Eddie dance around the kitchen. He was tapping his hands against the counter-top and bobbing his head to a beat of his own invention, and doing odd jerking movements. Patricia watched him, her eyes still narrowed, and struggling not to smile at him. She was mad at him. She hated him. He wasn't supposed to be making her smile.

Eddie tapped his hands quickly against the counter-top and then brought them to his chest, mimicking playing a guitar. He spun around as he did this, aiming to grab the dressing behind him, but something – or someone – else caught his attention. His hands jumped nervously to his hair and a light blush crept to his face as he met Patricia's narrowed eyes.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Are you almost done? I want to get something to eat." Patricia snapped, still leaning against the door frame. Eddie's jaw clenched a bit and his eyes dropped – he was evidently hoping for a warmer response.

"Get something to eat, then. I'm just making a hoagie." Eddie replied, turning away from her and busying himself with the half-made sandwich in front of him. Patricia made a face and walked into the kitchen, her head held high. Eddie watched her out of the corner of his eye with a twinge of sadness.

She padded around the kitchen, half-heartedly opening cupboards and shutting them again. Eddie looked up from his hoagie and openly watched her now. Patricia, as if sensing his eyes on her, spun around to face him.

"Why are you looking at me?" She questioned, putting her hands on her hips.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" Eddie countered, putting his hands against the counter.

"I'm just surprised you're looking at me when the girl of your dreams is right upstairs." Patricia huffed, turning around and throwing open another cupboard.

"The girl of my – oh, you mean the new girl, KT?" Eddie laughed quietly, shaking his head. "She wasn't really in my dreams… she was in my.. day-mare." Patricia spun around to look at him again.

"Day-mare? What's that mean? Don't be stupid." She grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter. Eddie rolled his eyes, sighing.

"Never mind, you wouldn't get it. I thought you were getting something to eat?" He said, quickly changing the subject.

"I was trying too, before you interrupted me!" Patricia growled, briskly walking to the fridge. Eddie shook his head again, why did she have to be so difficult?

"Do – do you want a hoagie?" He offered, hoping to get back in her good graces.

"A what?"

"A hoagie – a sandwich, like this. I'll make you one if you want." Eddie said quietly, squirting the dressing onto his hoagie. Patricia pulled her face from the fridge and sighed.

"I guess. There's nothing else to eat around here." She mumbled, walking over to him slowly. She stopped a few feet away from him, as if afraid to get close. Eddie gave her a questioning look as he finished with his hoagie.

"What are you doing? And what do you want on yours?" He asked; turning and taking another bun from the breadbox. Patricia gave him a withering look and took a step closer to him, surveying the supplies he had.

"I don't know, surprise me." She finally sighed, shrugging and hoisting herself up to sit on the counter-top. Eddie nodded silently and set to work making her hoagie.

He finished quickly and handed it to her, waiting for her response to it. Patricia frowned at it and took a cautious bite, shrugging as she chewed.

"It's okay, I guess." She mumbled through her mouthful. Eddie smirked, picking up the meats and cheeses and the other things he had been using to make the hoagies.

"Very ladylike, Yacker." He teased, walking over to the fridge and shoving the supplies into it. Patricia glared at him and beat her legs against the counter. Eddie walked back over to her, taking his hoagie and hoisting himself up onto the counter beside her. He took a bite of his hoagie, watching her closely. She was staring determinedly at the cupboards, away from him, and chewing her mouthful slowly.

Eddie's eyes traveled over her face, where stray red-brown curls were beginning to fall from her ponytail. He sighed and took another bite of his hoagie, his eyes not leaving her. He missed her – he missed them. Eddie missed when he could walk into a room and instantly be insulted yet feel loved by her at the same time. When she had broke up with him out of the blue over the summer it had really hurt him, not that he would admit that to anyone. He was absorbed in his memories and didn't notice when Patricia's head swung around to face him finally.

"What? Stop staring at me." Patricia snapped, glaring at him. His eyes were glazed over and a small smile was playing on his lips. She frowned worriedly and waved a hand in front of his face. "Weasel! What's wrong with you?" She said loudly, finally drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Huh – oh, sorry. I was just… thinking." Eddie admitted, taking another bite. She mimicked him and frowned softly.

"'Bout what?" She mumbled through her food. He shook his head and smirked.

"You have horrible manners. But, well… I was thinking about… us." Eddie sighed, tapping his fingers against the counter. Patricia recoiled a bit, blinking at him carefully.

"There is no us." She whispered, looking down guiltily.

"But why? We were great together." Eddie pressed, his eyes searching her face pleadingly – she had never really given him an answer to why she broke it off with him.

"Just drop it, Eddie!" Patricia choked, angrily swiping a curl from her face. "I didn't come down here to talk."

"When'd your hair get curly?" Eddie asked suddenly, cocking his head. Patricia made a face and shrugged.

"Amber and Joy decided that curly hair looks good on me. And it's easier to curl it then argue with Amber's nonsense, even though it looks terrible." She complained, swiping another curl out of her eyes again. Eddie reached out and tucked another stray curl behind her ear gently, and she froze at his touch.

"I like your hair curly." He breathed, leaning towards her. Patricia turned to face him, biting her lip. His hand lingered on her cheek, and he gently tilted her head upwards. Eddie brought himself closer, just about to bring his lips to hers when she suddenly pulled away.

"No, Eddie! Just – just stop, okay? Date Amber or Mara or – or KT. Just leave me alone." Patricia said, hopping off the counter, and Eddie's heart skipped a beat as he saw her eyes brimming with tears.

She quickly walked out of the kitchen, refusing to meet his eyes again, and made her way to the stairs, not bothering to keep quiet. Eddie was left in the kitchen with his and her half-eaten hoagie, feeling horrible, with his head full of curly red-brown hair.


Not my best work, I'll admit it. I came up with this idea last night and decided to write it, as much as I hated seeing Peddie broken up.

Let me know what you think? Also, why do you guys think they broke up in the first place? I always put it to Patricia and her 'people issues', maybe figuring if she broke up with him first it would save her some heartbreak in the long run... but I'd love to hear your thoughts on the matter!

xGaloshes