DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis.

"Oh, thank you, Cynthia!" Ms. Miller gushed, taking the flowers from Ms. Williamson appreciatively. Eddie rolled his eyes at his mother's enthusiasm, but didn't comment. So far, he had ignored Patricia, but he knew he couldn't forever. He hadn't even observed her twin yet, solely focused on the interaction between his mom and Ms. Williamson. Ms. Williamson looked a lot like Patricia, green eyes and pale skin. She had dark brown hair though, while Patricia's looked more reddish. Eddie suspected she had dyed it. "Where's your husband?"

Ms. Williamson looked a little teary at the mention of her husband but quickly answered, "Max is, uh, in the military."

"I'm sorry for asking," Ms. Miller wrapped a comforting arm around the other lady's shoulder, leading her away from Eddie, Patricia, and Piper and into the living room, frowning while she talked. "If it helps, I'm divorced…."

And then the three were all alone.

"I'm Eddie," the blonde said, finally looking up at the twins. They were identical, yes, but he could easily tell them apart- Patricia wore red distressed skinny jeans and a black shirt, and Piper a brand name t-shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. Eddie nodded in recognition; Piper's clothes were popular girl clothes, the clothes basically every girl wore in his school but only some could pull off.

"Piper," she introduced herself. "And this is Patricia. Have you two met?"

"We've seen each other around," Eddie admitted, avoiding Patricia's eyes. "So…want to see my room?" It was the only thing he could think of, honestly.

"Sure," Piper nodded, and Eddie led the two upstairs. Patricia trudged behind her sister, wondering why Eddie hadn't called her freak or anything yet. Not that she wanted him to, it just felt wrong when he didn't, and he being nice was so unfamiliar. Maybe it was because of Piper or something.

"This is my room," Eddie swung the door open and gestured towards the stereotypical mess. Like Patricia's side of her and Piper's shared room, it was dark and covered with band posters. It was obvious Eddie had tried to tidy up a bit, but it hadn't really worked.

"It looks a lot like Patricia's side of our room," Piper commented, surveying it. Patricia rolled her eyes at Piper, she didn't want to be connected to Eddie in any way possible.

"Really?" Eddie raised an eyebrow before wheeling around and directing a questioning look at Patricia, who didn't do anything except shoot him a glare. Warding him away per usual.

"Yeah, see," Piper hopped over to Eddie's window, and he followed her, looking out. Their windows were directly across from each other, they could see each other if they wanted to. Eddie squinted to see Patricia's wall decorations in the sun's fading rays, and it was true. Her side of the room, like Eddie's room, gave off an ominous vibe.

Eddie retracted and sat on his bed, Piper taking a seat next to him. There was still space on the bed, but Patricia opted to sit in the desk chair. "So," Eddie turned to Piper and quickly prodded. "You don't go to Frobisher High?"

"I go to a private music academy," Piper explained proudly.

"That's…nice," Eddie said. Classical music was not really his forte, but it would be rude to say that to someone as nice as Piper, so he didn't.

"You're nice," Piper countered boldly. People at her academy were nice as well, but they were also a bit stuck up and uptight. It was a little tiring, constantly handling them with a positive attitude when all she wanted was to regard them the way Patricia regarded her, a tad rudely.

Patricia. Piper sometimes wished she went to Frobisher High with her sister, it seemed less pressuring than her music academy.

Patricia scoffed at Piper's comment about Eddie being nice, and Eddie bit his lip, looking down. It didn't seem like Patricia had told Piper how she was getting on at her new school, how he and his friends were bullying her. If she did, Piper wouldn't be complimenting him like this. "Oh, please," Patricia muttered.

Piper shot her a glare before turning to Eddie, "Sorry about her. She can be a little rude at times." Turning to Patricia, Piper looked a little confused. "Actually, she usually talks a lot more. Are you alright, Trix?"

"Fine," Patricia murmured, silently scolding Piper. Under the radar, that was how she was supposed to get through this year. Just stay cool and collected. Don't make any big scenes, and she would be fine. And Piper had just confessed that Patricia was bolder than she had originally let on, which was bound to come back and bite her in the ass at school. Bold people always got noticed, and if they were noticed by the wrong crowd, they were bullied. That was part of the reason Patricia was going on as if she was nobody at her school.

"So, why'd you guys move here?" Eddie asked, and Patricia just crossed her arms and waited for Piper's answer. She couldn't tell if he just wanted to make conversation or if he genuinely cared. After all, he had tried to pry yesterday as well.

"So, how did you come here?"

And because Patricia had never given a straight answer, he was now asking her twin? No, better question, a question that haunted her when she didn't have anything to do and nothing to think about- why did he care? Again, he was popular, he wasn't supposed to talk to her, wasn't supposed to look at her, and wasn't even supposed to acknowledge her existence unless it was for the worst.

Patricia shook her head as Piper babbled on about music academies and militaries. Eddie looked like he regretted asking, and Patricia stifled a laugh. When excited, Piper could easily talk for a long time.

"Dinner!" The familiar voice of Ms. Miller rang through the house, and Eddie almost sighed in relief. Piper frowned at being cut off, but stood up to obligingly leave. Eddie got up as well, stepping over various strewn items to get to the door. He held it open for Patricia, gesturing she go through.

"Ladies first," he explained, and Patricia cringed. She hated being called a lady, it made her feel posh and uptight, like she had a stick up her ass all the time. Piper was a lady, her mum was a lady, but Patricia? Patricia doubted she would ever again be classified as a 'lady' the way Eddie just had. Then again, he didn't know her.

"I am not a lady," she muttered, but willingly went downstairs first. Eddie shook his head, he had hoped he would seem mannered and polite if he let her go first, but to no such avail. She hadn't even batted an eyelash.

Girls were so complicated.