Here we go! The next installment of Still Here! This idea was given to me by a guest. But don't worry, anybody else who's given me prompts! I haven't forgotten you! Also, I wanted to say something really quickly. I've gotten a few reviews saying that Patricia and Eddie are a little OOC. Thank you so much for telling me! I kinda knew they don't act like that, but I didn't know that it would bother you. I'm so glad you told me and I certainly think it was mean. THANK YOU! Okay, so I don't own HOA. It's sad, but we must move on. Last announcement, I have a contest going on. Check it out on my profile and review if you want to write something for it. NOW you can read.

The Park

"So."

"So."

"Yeah."

"Um."

"Okay."

The couple stared at the lush, open area of the park. A few small children were playing hide-n-seek by a bunch of trees. Patricia was fixated on the laughing toddlers, unsure of what to do. She hadn't really been out and about in a while. Most of her time had been spent in an old mysterious house trying to save various people.

"I'm really not sure what we're supposed to do here," Eddie chipped in, following a small, brown sparrow with his eyes. "But I don't think all you do is sit on a bench."

"We could…uh, what do people do in a park?" Patricia questioned, twiddling her thumbs.

Eddie raked a hand through his spiky blonde hair. "They, um, run around. And play…games."

"I'm not running in these shoes," she responded, shooting down Eddie's idea. "What games to people play?"

"Games? Well, they play tag-"

"No running. Have you seen the shoes I'm wearing?"

"Okay, no running, then. I'm sure there are things you can do that doesn't involve running. Hide-n-seek? No, that has running. We could- darn it, that's running. Catch butterf- no, you have to run. Oh, we could pick flowers!"

She glared at him with one eye. "Flowers?"

He looked away, chuckling a little. "Well, there isn't much to do at a park that doesn't involve running and fits your persona."

She smiled a little, then scanned the green field in front of her. "We could play football. I mean, like American football."

"Yes!" he exclaimed, but a moment, his face fell. "We don't have a ball."

"Oh." Patricia's shoulders dropped. She had secretly enjoyed the last time they had played football together, but she was a bit embarrassed to let Eddie know. "Yeah, I guess there isn't a lot to do."

"Guess you should have thought of that before you condemned us to the park," Eddie replied jokingly.

Patricia turned to look at him. "This isn't my fault. It was your mom that said we should get out more. Your mom stranded us here and is the one who won't come back for a few hours."

Eddie's jaw dropped, clearly surprised at Patricia comment. "What about you? Don't put this on me. You were the one who decided we should play video games in front of my parents. You forgot that my mother is a complete health freak."

She huffed, sliding to the other side of the bench. "Well, you agreed to play in front of her. Doesn't look like I'm the only one who has a memory problem."

"You were the one who suggested spending time with my mom in America. I warned you about her obsessions and stuff," Eddie countered, folding his arms over his chest.

Patricia stood up, hands curled into fists. "So you're saying you would have rathered me stay in England and away from you?"

Eddie jumped to his feet as well. "No! I'm just saying you knew what you were getting into and you did it anyway."

"Oh, you were trying to put me off? Convince me not come? Couldn't tell me yourself?" she spat, hair flying in her face as a breeze ruffled it.

"I told already that's not what I wanted at all! You can't take any real blame, can you? If you wouldn't have come to America with me, we wouldn't be fighting like this!"

"So there we go! You don't want me here!" Patricia yelled, voice rising with every words.

"Maybe!" Eddie shot back. Immediately, he cringed, knowing he shouldn't have said it. He watched as his girlfriend stiffened. She spun on her heel, her back to him, and stood there. Hearing her heavy breathing, he knew he had made her very angry and she was trying to calm down.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Shut up, Eddie! Let me count to ten."

Eddie grinned a little, then quickly suppressed it. Now was not the time to admire his girlfriend's funny ways of keeping cool.

He counted to fifteen in his head, just to make sure she was in the mood to talk. Then, he did the only thing that would fix everything between them. It had worked before in extreme situations such as this.

"Do…do you want to go get ice cream?"

"…yeah."

Eddie grabbed her free hand while Patricia snatched her small black purse from the bench seat.

All was at peace after Patricia and Eddie shared a banana split.