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Of course, Patricia and Eddie had to hide the fact that they both liked each other, and that they'd been kissing for months and had kissed at the hospital, and that they sometimes gave each other weird glances at the dinner table.
Eddie was still with Clara and, being the good guy he was, he didn't want to break up with her just three days before she was due to leave for France again.

But people – even Clara – had noticed how both Eddie and Patricia had been smiling a lot more recently, and that they were talking to each other again. Something was different to usual, the housemates had noticed; they weren't having screaming arguments anymore, and they didn't throw as many insults or glares at each other.

Of course, Joy kept shooting knowing but curious glances towards Patricia, but she chose to ignore them. Joy could find out soon—not yet, but soon.

Every lunchtime for the last few days before Clara was due to fly home, Patricia and Eddie went back to their usual routine of being down in the basement for that whole hour.

But unlike usual, it didn't involve purely physical stuff. Sometimes they would just sit and talk (Eddie felt slightly bad for cheating on Clara) and one time they even played a game of cards when Patricia wanted to forget about her dad who was still in hospital. They sat on the floor, the door locked and their legs crossed in the shape of pretzels in front of them, and played card games until the lunch bell went.

They just enjoyed talking to each other down there now. No interruptions, no people expecting them to fight; they could just be themselves and be easy with it. There was no kissing that went on in those three days; it was extremely different. Good different, they thought.

Although, Patricia did miss kissing him as much as she wanted to at lunchtimes.

Sometimes Eddie would let her, but most of the time he just felt guilty for cheating on his girlfriend—who, Patricia reminded him, he didn't even like that way. But he still wanted to stay as good of a boyfriend as he could.

And now it was Clara's final day, and she was standing at the door to Anubis House, all of the housemates crowded around her and her two suitcases. It was a Friday morning before school; everyone in uniform as they said their goodbyes.
Every housemate gave her a hug – except Patricia, who just waved awkwardly – promising to stay in touch and all of the usual things you'd say to someone who was leaving for Europe. Mara and Joy were particularly sad about it as they had bonded with Clara the most out of all the housemates.

And then they all walked away and left Eddie to say goodbye to her. They all looked sad as they filtered away, convinced that it was going to be an extremely difficult and sad goodbye for Eddie and Clara. Some even said it was going to be romantic.

The thought made Patricia feel sick.

The housemates filtered in to various rooms to give Eddie and Clara some privacy; all of the housemates except, of course, Patricia. She decided she would be stupid and torture herself by listening in on their conversation.
She stood just behind the double doors to the living room, her body pressed up against the wall and her head angled slightly towards the hallway.

"Thank you, Eddie," Clara said, smiling up at Eddie. He smiled back.

"For what?"

"For making my stay here even more memorable than it would have been without you."

They were holding hands, Patricia knew that much, and she rolled her eyes bitterly.

Eddie was smiling down at Clara and she was smiling back. "You're welcome." He grinned.

"And I am going to miss you." Clara blushed slightly and looked down to the ground, shuffling her feet along the floor nervously.

"I'll miss you, too," Eddie said honestly, squeezing her hands slightly. He would miss her – she was great company – but he just wouldn't miss her in the way everyone else had been assuming…

"I'm sad that I have to go home." Clara admitted.

"So is everyone here," he told her, "but it'll be nice for you to see your family again. I bet they've missed you."

She nodded then and looked back up at him. "They have."

"And you've missed them?"

"More than anything."

And then, as Patricia listened intently, the conversation went silent out in the hallway and Patricia knew what they were doing. They weren't talking anymore. They were kissing.
That should be me, Patricia thought, grimacing slightly. Looking down, she turned on her heel and walked in to the kitchen because, as much as she knew Eddie didn't feel for Clara half of what he felt for her, she still couldn't stand the idea of him kissing her.

Eddie leaned away from Clara and could've sworn he saw some tears in her eyes. Just as he was about to say something, Trudy came walking down the hallway, a sad look on her face as she approached.
They both knew it was time.

Eddie followed Clara out to her taxi and waved her off, watching fondly as she looked out the back window of the car, waving at him sadly. He would miss her – really, he would – but he just wanted to go and see Patricia now.
When he turned back to the house, most of the Anubis students were already coming down the stairs, heading towards the school.

"Okay, buddy?" Fabian asked, patting Eddie on the back.

Eddie nodded, looking for Patricia as discreetly as he could. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'll just go finish getting ready."

"Okay. See you in class, yeah?"

"Yeah."

And then Fabian and the rest of the housemates walked past him as he made his way up the steps. Patricia was the only one left inside.

"Yacker?" He called in to the hallway, only to walk in to the living room and find her standing there, looking out the front window. "Hey, Yacker." He said softly as he walked towards her.

"Hey." Patricia looked down to the ground.

Eddie eyed her for a moment, trying to determine what her expression was implying, and then a smirk crept on to his face in realisation. "You were listening, weren't you?"

Patricia shrugged. "Maybe."

And then he chuckled lightly, and Patricia looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, it's just…," he stepped forward so that there was less than a foot between them. "You're cute when you're jealous."

Patricia scoffed. "I'm not jealous."

Eddie raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really? So you wouldn't have minded if I did this to her…?" His fingers slowly traced all the way down her arms and down to her hands, entwining their fingers together. Patricia stared at him, scowl slowly disappearing from her face. And then Eddie leaned forward and brushed his nose along her jaw line before leaving a small, slow kiss on the skin under her jaw.

Patricia struggled to get her words out. "You…you didn't do that to her though…right?"

Eddie chuckled and she felt his voice on her skin. He kissed her neck this time and shook his head. "Nope. Only for you."

She smiled then and watched as he leaned away, staring at her with eyes full of so many different words that were left unsaid, and he smiled back at her.

"It's you, Yacker. There's only you."

Patricia smiled just a little bit wider. "Really?"

He nodded a few times, gently, and then leaned forward again. "Really."

"Well then…I guess I feel that way too." Before giving him a chance to reply, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips slightly parted. It was just one kiss because, as much as they wanted to keep going, they knew it was time to go to school.

But just before Patricia walked off ahead of him, he grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any further.

She turned to face him.
"This lunchtime? Down in the basement?" Eddie asked, a different glint in his eyes than usual. A glint that suggested that finally, after three very long days, they could do more than just play card games down in that basement.

Patricia shot him the same look, her eyes sparkling, and she nodded. "It's a date, Weasel." And then she walked away, and Eddie stared at her longingly. He'd missed kissing her.

The supply closet seemed different this lunchtime.

Maybe it was the fact that they now knew how they felt about each other, and everything meant something now. Or maybe it was something else.
But whatever it was, it felt good.

Patricia felt a lot more comfortable with him now; now that she wasn't hiding anything from him. He knew exactly how she felt. After all, she had laid it all out on the line about how she was jealous of Clara, and how she was sort of in love with Eddie…

"I've missed this," Eddie said, pulling away from her lips for a moment and resting his forehead on hers.

Patricia played with the hem of his shirt collar and smiled, her eyes still closed. "Me too."

"I like knowing how you feel," he kissed her on the lips quickly. "Please tell me how you feel more often."

Grinning and shaking her head, she pulled him in by the fabric of his shirt and kissed him again.

"You're so…"

"What?" He mumbled.

"…Cheesy."

"How am I cheesy!?" Eddie pulled away slightly, his eyes now open and his mouth turned up in to a playful grin.

"What you just said – 'please tell me how you feel more often' – is cheesy."

Eddie shook his head. "You are unbelievable."

"Oh, come on, Eddie. You knew I hated cheesy stuff right from the start."

"Whatever, Yacker." He scoffed playfully, and Patricia smiled up at him, a familiar glint in her eyes. Eddie took the hint and leaned in to kiss her again, backing her up against the wall this time.

"Ow!" She complained against his lips, hitting him on the arm. "That hurt, Weasel."

Eddie didn't reply; he was too busy kissing her now-open lips. She kissed him back, of course, and brought her hands up in to his hair.

"Mm…" he mumbled when her fingers ran through his brown locks, putting his hand on her waist and bringing himself closer.

They had spent so long just being stupid with each other, but now everything was out on the table and both of them just seemed to enjoy it a heck of a lot more.
So now they kissed like they needed it more than anything; like they both needed to feel as close to each other as possible because they couldn't stand the thought of letting each other get away again. They needed to feel as close as they could just to make sure that they were still there; that this was all really happening.

And that's how Mara and Joy found them two minutes later when they walked in; Patricia's hands tangled in Eddie's hair, one of Eddie's hands on her waist and the other on her neck.

They had forgotten to lock the door.

A/N: Ugh, okay, I'm so sorry this chapter took forever! And it probably wasn't particularly worth the wait either:') If you saw my tweet about this story then you'll know why it took a while!

Still, I hope you enjoyed it, despite it taking a really long time to be posted!

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