Really not that much to say, expect I love that people are happy about this series! I worried that most people would be like, "She's a Fabina writer, not a Peddie writer! She stinks!" but I still love Peddie! Then again, who doesn't? :) So, I'm here and I brought the next one-shot with me! Read and review please! See ya next time!


If You Wish Upon a Star

"I hate you, Edison Miller!"

"I wish you wouldn't."

"Well, I wish you would get the heck away from me!"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"I don't want it; I need it! I need you to walk away from me. Now!"

Eddie stared at Patricia with a blank face, staring at her overheated face. She was really angry now. Of course she'd told him to get away from him, to leave her alone. But this time she said those three words. I hate you. The hate didn't bother him. It was the two words surrounding hate that caused his heart to ache.

"Patricia, listen to-"

"I will not listen to you! Even if you have a perfectly good reason for what you did, I am still not going to listen!" she screamed. Now he was sure the whole house could hear them.

At first, he expected someone to come rushing into the room, out of breath and worried that someone was hurt. But that had happened the first three times Patricia yelled at him. Now, he could have sworn everyone downstairs just plugged their ears and drowned them out. As best they could at least.

"She's just a friend. You don't need to get so worked up," I tried to reason with her.

"Huh. Funny. We're more than just friends, yet I never see you hug me in public." She turned around and faced the wall, breathing heavily as to not completely explode.

Eddie's joy rekindled a bit when he heard the "we're." That meant they weren't finished. Not yet, at least.

"Is that what this is about? You're mad because we don't hug each other enough in public?"

Patricia grumbled. "A bit, yeah. People never really see us together, so some must assume you're still single." She flinched slightly, her back still facing Eddie. He quickly turned her around to face him, hands on her shoulders. Her eyes, red and puffy, stared up at him.

"Patricia, I would hug you all day, every day, if that meant you never got mad at me. I would even do it just because it makes me feel happy. You have to tell me when stuff like that gets to you. I promise I will never make fun of you, not when I know it affects you like this," Eddie pleaded, seeing her hard, cold glare softening on him.

She mumbled something under her breath, looking down at the floor.

"What was that?"

She stated, a little louder, "I wish I could take back what I said."

Eddie grinned slightly, then whispered, "Poof! I'm your fairy godmother. May your wish come true." He curtseyed with an imaginary skirt. "Let's start over. Remember what I said, but don't remember the conversation. Pretend I just walked in."

He dropped his imaginary gown and closed his eyes. Patricia waited, watching to see what he would do.

Opening his eyes, he spoke as if nothing had happened. "Hey Patricia, we're still good, right?"

"Of course, Eddie." She smiled.

"Great!" He turned around to leave.

Patricia watched him for a second, then remembered something. "Hey, Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I wanted to tell you about some things. I feel like I can trust you."

He rushed back over to her bed, grabbing her hand and dragging her down with him. "What is it?"

Her devilish grin gave him about a second's warning. "For starters, you spend way too much time in your room. Let's get out more! Do something! I'm still interested in taking up a shared interest."

Eddie sighed. This was going to be a long day.