Patricia's POV
"Patricia." A voice whispered softly. I felt a hand gently fall on my side, shaking me slightly. "Patricia, wake up."
"My head is killing me." I groaned as I flipped over so my face lay buried in the warm pillow. I felt a hand start tracing circles along my back as the weight shifted on the bed. I turned my head to the side and my blue eyes met Eddie's brown ones. I did a once over of him and noticed he was already dressed for the day.
"You have work, don't you?"
"Yeah. But hey, we need to talk about things, so you're welcome to stay here until I get home." Eddie said with a smile. "You know, you're surprisingly quiet this morning, Yacker."
"Hangovers will do that." I muttered grouchily, trying to focus on not puking all over Eddie's bed. Eddie smirked and chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to my lips.
"See you after work."
"Mmmm." I mumbled, turning so my face pressed into the pillow once more. I heard Eddie laugh and take his hand off my back. His footsteps became quieter as he retreated from the room.
I flipped forwards again so I was staring at the ceiling and shut my eyes, bringing my hands up to rub my temples. My head felt like it was about to burst. I clenched my jaws tightly, urging the feeling of nausea to pass. It finally went away and I let out a deep breath. I heard the front door slam shut and I winced at the sound. Begrudgingly, I got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom.
I placed my hands on either side of the sink and examined my reflection. Rings of black eyeliner were around my eyes, little trails of black mascara stained my cheeks. I tugged a hand through my knotted mess of red hair and cringed at the pain it caused to my scalp.
I gave up, walking back into Eddie's room and pulling one of his dress shirts over my undergarments since the only thing I had to wear was that slinky dress from the previous night. I trudged out to Eddie's kitchen, opening one of his cabinets to find his aspirin.
"Gotcha." I muttered as I reached out and popped the cap off the bottle. I threw back two orange pills with a glass of water, praying that my hangover would wear off fast. Sighing, I walked into Eddie's common room and turned on his TV set. I laid back on his couch, only half listening to the sounds coming from the television.
I dozed off for a couple hours and woke up around 11:00. I turned to the TV and saw that it was on the cooking channel. How had I not noticed that sooner? Of course the Slimeball would be watching something about food. I stood up from the couch, stretching my arms and legs. My headache had faded to just a dull pain and I felt a ton better now that the aspirin had kicked in. I walked into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of the coffee Eddie had prepared. I took one sip and gagged, spitting the coffee into his sink.
"And he thinks he can cook..." I whispered, dumping the rest of the coffee down the drain and putting the cup aside. I sighed, looking around Eddie's apartment. The clock read 11:30 causing me to groan internally.
Only five and a half hours until Eddie's done working.
I walked into Eddie's room and decided to snoop around a little bit. I looked in his closet, peeking at all the clothes he owned. I had to give it to him, he had style. I shut the door to the closet and walked over to the bed, getting on my hands and knees to look underneath it. I scoffed and reached a hand under the bed, pulling out a leopard print bra. That pig! How many girls had he slept with? Just as I pulled out my phone to fire off a text to him about being a player, I blushed a deep red. I recognized that bra. It was mine. From the last time we had been together. It had been sitting under his bed for over six months?
Oops.
I flung the bra back under the bed and kept looking to see what else was there.
"Dear lord." I whispered as I pulled out my item of choice. I brought the old possession back to the living room and set it on the coffee table. I shook my head, just staring at it. He had actually kept the old thing. Even after both break ups. He had kept it.
The Peddie scrapbook Amber had made us in our junior year.
I turned the first, pink page of hard cardboard and looked at the pictures filling the pages. The captions read 'Peddie's first kiss', '1 year anniversary', 'The first "I love you"'. I smiled at the pink book, running a hand over it's dusty pages. I felt tears fill my eyes and I quickly blinked them away, choosing to save my emotions for my talk with Eddie later.
"Patricia, you still here?" I heard an American voice call out.
"Over here!" I yelled from the living room. Eddie walked into the living room and smiled at me. "What?"
"Have you sat there all day?" He questioned.
"No, I spent a while looking through this old thing." I replied and grabbed the pink scrapbook, tossing it to him. He looked at the cover and smirked down at me.
"Awh, Yacker, getting all sentimental!" Eddie teased. I chuckled sarcastically and flipped the TV off. "Want me to make dinner?"
"I tasted the coffee you made this morning; maybe you shouldn't cook. Ever again." I said with a smirk. Eddie placed a hand to his chest and faked hurt.
"You don't like my cooking?"
"I've had burnt popcorn that tasted better than that coffee."
"Ouch. Alright, you make dinner then, o' master chef." Eddie replied, walking into the kitchen area. I grimaced, not in the mood for food.
"I'm not very hungry right now. Besides, weren't we supposed to 'talk' or something?"
"Well, I was going to wait and talk over dinner, but since you're in such a rush, we can talk right now." Eddie said and cracked his knuckles. "I feel bad. You told the truth about Matt and I didn't believe you."
"No argument here. You should feel bad." I interrupted. Eddie shot a glare at me and crossed his arms.
"May I finish speaking?"
"If you must." I said with a sigh.
"Thank you. We've officially wasted almost six years not being together since Anubis. I don't want to waste any more time not being with you, Yacker." Eddie said simply. I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"That's it? That was the big talk?"
"What did you want, roses and a proposal?" Eddie asked sarcastically. I crossed my arms and tilted my head to the side.
"Teasing the girl you're trying to win over? Not your best plan, Slimeball."
"Yeah, it wouldn't have been the best plan if I was trying to win over any other girl, but you're not any other girl. You're Patricia. Besides, I've already won you over." Eddie said with a smug smile.
"Oh, really?" I asked, trying to hide my grin.
"Mhmm." Eddie said, smiling widely now. I nodded slowly, contemplating the situation.
"Fine. I'll let you win, just this once." I said, smiling. Eddie crossed the kitchen to where I stood, standing in front of me.
"Does this mean we're together now?" Eddie questioned. I nodded slightly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I guess it does." I replied. Eddie smiled, winding his arms around my waist, bending down to press his lips to mine. I moved my lips in sync with his, relishing in their softness and warmth. Eddie began backing me up until my back hit the counter. He hoisted me up onto the counter, continuing to kiss me until I pulled back with a smirk.
"Thought you didn't like people on your counter?"
"But this time I was the one who put you up here." Eddie said, winking at me. I pressed my lips to his gently before pulling back again.
"Mmmm, so I finally get to join this exclusive club of girls you've done on your counter?"
"Probably going to be pretty lonely, since it'll be a club of one. I was all talk before." Eddie said huskily with a smile. I smiled widely at him, pulling him back to me, pressing my body tightly against his.
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