Just so you know, I do not own House of Anubis. If I did, I totally would've left Joy dead at the end of season 2 (sorry to all of you who like Joy, but I think she's a bitch, which is why I left her out of this story). Also, I do not own P.S. I Love You or Pay It Forward.
Chapter eleven: House of Tears
Patricia
When Fabian suggested we go to movie night, I thought it was a great idea. I'd get to spend time with Eddie, which I hadn't really been able to do since we got here. I walked with him into the common room, trying to understand what had happened in the last three days.
Eddie must have gotten marked on the plane, while he was asleep. I had figured that he had just been having a nightmare, but I guess it was when he got marked. I cussed myself out silently, wondering how I had let Senkarah hurt him without me even knowing.
A part of my mind reminded me that it wasn't my fault, that Senkarah would've marked him anyway. Another part of my mind told me it was all my fault, that if I had woke him up, he wouldn't have gotten marked.
I sat down beside Eddie when we got to the common room, where everyone else was already sitting. Amber was snuggling up to Jerome, Alfie was next to Kelly, and Mara had staked out the only chair. It was still a little odd to see Jember or whatever they were called, but it was a little sweet, I guess. I wasn't too good with sweet. When Kelly put the movie in, half of the room groaned. We were watching P.S. I Love You. I hated this movie! It always made me cry.
Eddie snickered. "Don't worry, Yacker. I'm here for you."
"Oh, shut it," I said playfully, giving him a small shove. Mara brought popcorn around for us all, handing each couple a bowl. Eddie and I shared, but by the time the movie started, I was too entrapped to care about the popped, buttery snack.
It was a good movie, but it was so sad. I cried through most of it. Yes, you heard me right. I, Patricia Williamson, cried. The film was so depressing, and it made me think of what would happen if Eddie was dying. Would he leave me letters like this? If the situation was reversed, would I leave them for him?
When the movie finished, I was bawling like an idiot. Eddie had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, reaching for a tissue. Ha, the part of me that still had some sense thought. He's crying, too. As I looked around, I saw that every woman in the room had tears streaming down their faces. Fabian and Eddie were the only two guys who were crying.
I watched Fabian wrap Nina in a hug, telling her she would be okay, that it was just a movie. I leaned on Eddie, still crying. Then Mara put in her choice for a movie. Pay It Forward. I had no idea what it was about, but it sounded interesting. Besides, it might get me to stop crying.
I was so wrong.
Pay It Forward was nice at the beginning, but it got progressively sadder as it went on. At the end, (A/N: SPOILER ALERT!) the little boy who started the movement was stabbed trying to finish his three good deeds. When he died, several loud sobs came from everyone in the room, even Jerome.
Victor came into the room, his mouth open to yell at us when he saw our faces. His own face betrayed the shock he was feeling at our tears. I would've laughed if I hadn't been crying so hard.
"Are you . . . Is everyone . . . What happened?" Victor was finally able to choke out.
"Victor, they just watched two very sad movies," Trudy said, coming around the corner, drying her hands on a towel. I think she had worked in her garden for a while and had just washed her hands, but I was too busy crying to remember.
"Well, why on earth would you do that?" Victor asked us, confusion plain in his voice.
"We -we want t-to watch the m-movie," Amber said through her tears. "We f-forgot it w-would m-make us c-cry."
"Y-yeah," Kelly added, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "I f-forgot the s-story was s-so s-s-sad."
"Well, just keep it down. I don't want to hear anything coming from this room." Victor turned on his heel and walked out, stomping up the stairs.
After he left, I looked over at Eddie, who had tears flowing down his face. A small part of me wanted to laugh. It looked like he had trapped Niagara Falls in his eyes, and the floodgates were open. He reached up to my face and wiped away a tear, not that there wasn't another one to replace it, but I appreciated the gesture.
I laughed through my tears and handed him a tissue. At least my Slimeball wasn't afraid to cry. I knew quite a few guys who never showed any emotion. Ever. Eddie, however, wasn't afraid to show how he felt. Well, sometimes he hid his feelings, like when he knew they would hurt mine.
Eddie leaned over and kissed me gently, taking my mind off the movie. When I kissed him back, leaning into it, I almost forgot we were in a crowded room. That's when Amber cleared her throat, making us jump apart in guilt. Amber and Kelly laughed at the red in our cheeks.
"Aw, aren't they just adorable?" Kelly said, a smile on her face.
"Peddie is still alive, after all. I was a little worried, seeing as you two haven't really talked since you got here," Amber said. I realized with a small jolt that she was right. We hadn't really talked since the reunion started.
Then again, Eddie had been busy with the challenges. He only had three more days left, and he hadn't even gotten past the song of . . . the song of . . . Drat, I couldn't remember the name.
I sighed, resting my head on Eddie's shoulder. Even though he was still a little bit of a smartass, he was my smartass, and I knew that he would do anything for me. Eddie set his head on top of mine, and I swear I could feel his smile.
I didn't remember falling asleep. All I remembered was feeling happy and comfortable and . . . safe. Really, really safe, and it was all because of Eddie. He may have been Nina's protector, but I knew he would do all he could to protect me.
I knew that Eddie loved me.
And that was all that mattered.
Aw, Peddie love! I thought this story could use a cute fluff chapter about Peddie, considering there is very little (read: none) Peddie after chapter three or four. NOTE: I will not be able to update on Monday! There's a three-day-weekend at school coming up, so I won't be able to get on a computer that has internet! Thanks again to all of you readers who have stuck with me through these eleven chapters. Sorry for the sappy crap –I know it must get annoying –but that's just how I am. Thanks for reading!
~C
