So, this prompt was given to me by ThatCreativeGinger, and I liked it a lot, so I used it! If anyone else has an idea, don't be scared. Either PM me or tell me in a review. Alright, I don't House of Anubis...or Peddie... *sniffle* Enough of this sad story, now let's get to the fun part!


Beach Boys

"I can't WAIT to get there! We're gonna have so much fun! Patricia, you have to tan with me! No offense, but you really need it!"

Amber was way too excited for Patricia's liking, but she just had to endure thirty more minutes of her hyperactive seat partner until they arrived at the beach. Nina's grandmother had wanted to surprise her granddaughter for her birthday and invited all of her friends to visit for the week.

"Hey now, my girlfriend has perfect skin!" Eddie exclaimed, twisting around to face the girls behind him. He was lucky enough to get Fabian as his seat partner. Fabian was a great guy, but he wasn't really good at keeping up a conversation. Instead of socializing, Fabian had plugged in his ear buds and shut out the world.

"Come on, Eddie, a tan wouldn't hurt her!" Eddie simply rolled his eyes and faced the front again.

The van kept up a low murmur of sounds until finally their driver pulled into the parking lot of a cottage on the edge of the beach.

"Wow, this is such a quaint little place! I wonder how much it cost," Mara marveled as everyone began exiting and paying Tim, the hired van driver.

"Supposedly, Nina's parents had bought it as a beach house. Now, Nina and her gran use it as sort of a place they can stay when they want to go to the beach," Fabian stated, coming up behind her and stuffing his ear buds in his pocket.

"Shhh, everyone, we have to sneak in quietly. I just got a text from Nina's gran saying they're not too far from the house. Everybody, move out!" Amber whisper-shouted, gesturing for the group to follow her.

After putting their suitcases in various rooms in the house (Jerome and Alfie used the couch), the teenagers changed into their swimming gear. Unfortunately, there was only one bathroom in the entire house and people had paired up in the bedrooms.

"Ouch, that was my foot!"

"Who packed sunscreen?"

"Can someone hand me my swim suit?"

"Sorry, didn't know someone was changing in here!"

"Alfie Lewis, don't you dare open that door!"

"Do you have a ponytail holder, Joy?"

"Have you got an extra pair of sunglasses, Patricia?"

"Mick, you've been in there forever!"

The chaos continued, until finally everyone was changed, lathered in sunscreen, and wearing a cover-up.

Patricia heard Amber's phone buzz, so she grabbed it and called everyone's attention.

"Alright, here's the plan! Nina's coming back to beach house to grab some more sunscreen in a few minutes. Everyone needs to find a good hiding spot and when she closes the door behind her, jump out! Got it?"

The Anubis residents nodded in agreement. The phone buzzed again and Amber snatched her sparkling phone out of Patricia's hands before she could read it.

"She's on her way! It'll take about two minutes for her to get over here, so hide!" she squealed, dashing behind a counter, soon to be joined by Eddie.

"Get your own hiding spot, Eddie!"

Patricia hid in a doorway, Alfie ran under a low chair, Joy squeezed herself into a cabinet, Mick closed himself off in the pantry, Eddie was concealed in a closet, Mara ducked behind the sofa, Jerome was pushed beneath a small coffee table, and Fabian stood against a curtain near the door. Alfie had just gotten his hand underneath the chair when they heard the flopping of Nina's sandals. Her sliding door opened and closed, signaling the hidden party to explode.

"SURPRISE!"

"We're HERE!"

"Betcha didn't know we were hiding!"

"Were you surprised?"

As the chatter died down and Nina's expression of complete fear turned to one of happiness, no one knew what to say next. Except, that is, for Eddie.

"Happy birthday!"

His strange outburst caused the whole jumble of people to laugh heartily.

"Aww thanks, guys! You didn't have to come here for me!" she grinned, her eyes glazing over all the familiar and happy faces.

"No need to thank us! Now let's go to the BEACH!" Amber cried out happily, bolting out the door.

Patricia and Eddie linked arms as they strolled down the boardwalk to the brilliant blue waters of the beach they were going to enjoy for a week.


Eddie squinted his eyes, taking in the not-so-foreign look of the beach. He had never been to a beach as nice as this one because his mother couldn't afford to bring the whole family.

"I'm going for a swim. Care to join me?" he asked graciously towards the red-head beside him.

"No thanks. Amber's right; I need a tan," she replied, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Alright, but don't burn," he scolded, passing up the opened folding chairs and heading towards the cool water.

"You sound like my mother," Patricia grumbled, taking a seat on the red folding chair beside Amber. She tipped her wide-brimmed hat over her eyes and proceeded to take a nap.

"Patricia? Is that really you?" a voice from the past questioned. A shadow fell over the tanning figure, and Patricia lifted her hat to see who had recognized her.


"Logan? No way!" Patricia shouted, standing up and throwing her arms around the dripping boy.

"Wow, you're hot!" he yelped, jumping backwards. Patricia glanced at her dark green bikini, then made eye contact again with her friend. "Uh, Logan, aren't you-"

"No, I mean, your skin. How long have you been sitting out here?" he interrupted, his face reddening.

"Don't know, but wow! You look…" she took in the toned stomach and arms Logan had attained since she last saw him, "different. Have you been working out?"

He laughed deeply, throwing back his dark hair. "Yeah, a bit. I tried it out and it's working pretty well, if someone like you can notice."

Patricia shared another laugh, but then something caught her eye. A steaming red thing, with blonde hair. Heading straight for her.

"Uh, if you'll excuse me, Logan. I'll be just a minute," she excused herself, facing Eddie.

He simply stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed and fists slightly clenched.

"Who. Is. That."

"A friend."

"Sure he is. You have a bodybuilder for a friend."

"Eddie, listen. He's nothing you have to worry about. Logan's-"

"Patricia, if you're interested in other people, just tell me and-"

"Eddie, hear me out. He's-"

"I don't care if he's just 'a friend.' Everybody starts out as 'a friend,' then suddenly-"

"Eddie, seriously, you need to-"

"I don't need you fooling around with my emotions, Patricia. All I wanted was for us to have a nice relationship, but I guess you don't-"

"EDISON SWEET!"

"…please say Miller in public."

"Logan is gay! Gosh, get it through your thick skull!"

Eddie just stood their dumbfounded, mouth agape and eyes wide. He stuttered for a moment, then his face turned a light shade of pink.

"Oh. Um. Well, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, dude," Logan said from behind Patricia. "Just don't make her upset. Then I may have to hunt you down. After Patricia does, anyway." He flexed his muscles.

Eddie gulped and took his girlfriend's hand shakily. Patricia just smiled.