A Party Song

Rated T

"Fourteen days," Patricia sighs flopping down onto his couch, her feet settling onto his lap.

"We just need to embrace them," Eddie said trying to reassure her. The past two days had been sent with her panicking about her return home. It was just a few days away. Neither had wanted to talk about what would happen we she had returned. A few times one or the other would mention a long distance relationship.

"What's going to happen when I go home?"

"There's skype. There's chum chatter. We have phones."

"It's a five hour time difference."

"I don't want to break up just because of a few hours."

"What if that's our only choice?"

"It's not going to be our only choice Yacker. We need to atleast try. You can't give up already," he murmured.

"Let's just watch a movie," she snapped changing the subject quickly.

"Fine."

**O**

Patricia glared at the mirror. She was getting dragged to another one of his friends parties. She usually would be okay with going, but since they're little thing this morning, things had been tense between the two. She should've never gotten together with him in the first place. She knew she'd have to go back to England. She shouldn't have been surprised he'd want to try long distance. It's not that she didn't want to try. She just didn't want to feel like she'd be holding him back. He could easily get some other girl, why would he want some messed up girl from the United Kingdom?

Patricia fidgeted with her skirt. She hadn't been this nervous since the last party they had gone to together. She couldn't believe that the last party had been so long again. The last party where they kissed for the first time. Things had been comfortable, even though they had decided to tread new waters of a relationship.

In Patricia's mind things had been going great, not that she had anything to compare it to. She was happy, and she assumed he was happy. He hadn't told her any differently. Amber kept requesting pictures of the two so she could start a "peddie" scrapbook, to which Patricia would always decline. She didn't want a scrapbook, of something she was so afraid could fail.

She knew deep down things would be fine until she left for home, but she didn't know what to expect after that. She had watched as a long distance relationship failed between her friend Mara, whom moved to Australia, and her friend Jerome. Things started out so fine between the two. They'd text and skype, and then they grew apart. Time zones, and school. She made new friends, and he was stuck in the past. Patricia didn't want the same fate to befall her and Eddie.

She was shaken from her thoughts at the sound of the doorbell. That was the signal. He was here to pick her up. They were off once more to a party. After slipping her phone into the pocket, she was happy the skirt had, she headed downstairs. Her foot hit the last step and she didn't bother to check in with her aunt, just headed for the door.

"Slimeball," she teased opening the door.

"Yacker," he added.

"Ready to go," she shrugged, shoving him lightly away from the door.

"Yup."

"Good," she smirked, grabbing his wrist to drag him to his truck. Her nerves were still there looming over her head, but she had been managing to push them aside so far. She slid into his truck, as he started it up. Her hands immediately went to play with the radio like always. It was a typical thing for the two when they were out. She'd always spend their entire time in his truck playing with the radio, always looking for the perfect song to listen to. She wondered if it annoyed him. He never said anything, just let her play with the radio dials.

She was about to filter through the stations again, but paused when a familiar beat drifted through the speakers. She had actually never heard them on the radio before, but she had always assumed because they weren't exactly well known in the United Kingdom yet. She knew it was their newest song, because she had downloaded it the second she had been able to.

"It's about time they're on the radio," he snorted.

"I always figured they'd been on the radio here before," she murmured.

"Nope, this is a first."

"I see," she honestly didn't know how to respond. Neither said anything, and she stopped playing with the radio. Things seemed weird all of a sudden. She suddenly didn't want to go to the party. She wanted to go home, and just watch a movie or something, just the two of them.

"You okay Yacker," he questioned as they pulled outside a house.

"I'm fine," she lied. She didn't see the point in telling him about what was driving her deeper into the silence. She couldn't tell him what she was thinking. Not this time at least.

Maybe it was the nerves that drove her to that point. The point where she just kept drinking. She should've known better. But she'd stand there and sipping her alcoholic beverage as he talked to his friends, and she pretended she was friends with these people. All she knew was she didn't plan on stopped as she took another sip.

"How about you take me to your house. I think that would be fun," she giggled.

"Patricia," he murmured. Her hand was resting on his thigh.

"What," she smiled.

"You're drunk."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"If I was drunk I wouldn't know what I want. I want you," she slurred.

"Patricia."

"Please," she begged.

He should've said no. She was drunk. She kept begging. He took her home. They crossed lines. They should've known better. There was no turning back now..

So random time jump because I had lost all interest in this chapter and wanted to hurry it along

Okay so I was kinda trying to imply they slept together but I didn't know how to do that so random crappy vague ending for the win!

And I'm working on drafting up an outline for a sequel. I want to prewrite 5 chapters for the sequel before I starting posting it... idk I'm finishing up the epilogue to this then I'll get cracking on the sequel. Give me a month at the most? Like if I haven't started posting a sequel to this by May 1st please bug me about it.

Updates for it will be weekly but I'm really busy in like June & July so I can't promise constancy, which is why prewritting will come in handy...