This was prompted by xXNICKELODEONXx! Also, this is my 70th drabble!

"I'm sure everything will be fine, but if you need anything, the emergency phone numbers are on the refrigerator." The auburn haired woman explained to the blonde.

"Oh, yeah; I don't think I'll them, but I'll remember that." He replied. "What did you say your daughter's name was again?"

"Patricia," Mrs. Williamson smiled and looked to the staircase across from her and her husband. "Sweetie, your babysitter is here!"

Eddie pressed his lips together to keep from laughing.

"She'll be down in a moment; we'll be back by eight-thirty." Mr. Williamson told him and the two adults left the house. A few seconds after they had driven away in their house a whine filled the quiet foyer.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Patricia said from the top of the stairs, getting louder each time; face hot with embarrassment, or anger.

"Hey, Yacker," Eddie grinned.

"What are you doing here?" she sneered.

Eddie continued to grin up at Patricia evilly. "You no longer have anything embarrassing hanging over my head, Patricia Williamson! I have you now. Still needing a babysitter in high school; priceless."

"No, no, you're not; get out of my house, I can watch myself." Patricia growled, her grip tightening on the banister.

"Then why am I being paid to babysit you?" he asked slyly.

"Why aren't you with your mom? It's the holidays." Patricia changed the subject through gritted teeth.

"My mom wanted to spend time with her boyfriend and me to spend time with my dad." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Where's the food?"

"Find it yourself." Patricia scowled, turning on her heel and stomping down the hallway to her room.

Eddie rolled his eyes and ventured down the hallway to the right of the foyer. The hallway had three doors, two on the left side and the other on the right. The door on the right led to a study with shelves and shelves of books. The next room was the living room which was connected to kitchen. He strutted into the kitchen and shuffled through the pantry and fridge. Finding bread and multiple lunch meats, he started stacking himself a sandwich. Finished, he cleaned up his mess and plopped down on the couch, flipping the TV on.

"Hey, Yacker, you got any good TV channels?" he yelled, going through the same ten channels he did five seconds ago.

He didn't receive a response and rolled his eyes. She's ignoring me? Now I know why she needs a babysitter…

He stood and moved to the bottom of the stairs. "Yo, Trixie," he shouted.

When he didn't get an answer again, he grumbled under his breath and climbed the stairs. He heard rock music playing down the hall and followed it to a door painted black. He ignored the Keep Out sign and pulled the door open. Before it was even an inch open, it slammed shut. Eddie might have been hallucinating, but he could have sworn he saw a flash off bright pink.

"My room is off limits; no one should go in my room." Patricia sneered next to him, keeping her hand firmly planted on the door.

"Why can't I go in your room? What are you hiding? Or, should I ask, who are you hiding?" Eddie said suspiciously. Strangely, his stomach twisted at the thought of her having someone else in her room with her besides him. "Got a boy in there?"

"No; my room is just off limits, to anyone and everyone." She replied coldly, though a light blush did tint her cheeks.

"Alright," Eddie raised his hands in fake surrender, backing away.

Patricia narrowed her eyes at him and quickly slipped into her room, locking the door.

"And she was no trouble at all?" Mrs. Williamson asked, looking at Patricia suspiciously.

"Nope, she was great." Eddie smiled, sending Patricia a wink the adults didn't catch.

"Well, thank you; will you be able to do it again?" Patricia's mother said, handing Eddie his money.

"Oh, absolutely," He replied. "The babysitting too,"

Mr. Williamson looked at the blonde with a confused expression. "What do you—?"

"Well, goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Williamson; Yacker," he smiled at that family and headed to the door.

"Yacker?" her father asked as Eddie left the house.

"Night," Patricia hopped up the stairs, leaving her parents dumbfounded.

Alright. Now your all probably thinkin' "What the heck is Eddie talkin' about?" Well...just like Good Big Brother, I have an exstention that will be uploaded once I upload this! This will not become a regular thing, only for the ones that I go way over board with and exstend. So Review! And prompt!

#11: Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. -Joshua 1:9

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-Rachel