Yes, I have updated. I told you this would hit ya like a train!

Thank you, PSdancer54, who was my 500th reviewer!

This is a spin-off of chapter 56: Ms Miller, prompted by the guest "Alex". Sorry for the long wait!

Patricia smiled to herself as she and Eddie stepped through the doors of the restaurant. They had picked his mother up at her hotel for their dinner date. The whole car ride to the restaurant, Ms. Miller ignored Patricia completely, which had really annoyed Eddie. It had caused a bit of an awkward silence. Patricia thought back to the talk she and her boyfriend's mother had in her hotel room…

Eddie left the room and shut the bathroom door. Ms. Miller turned to Patricia and grinned mischievously.

"Wanna help me with something?"

"What?" Patricia asked warily.

"You wanna annoy Eddie to an extreme? Because, I know how to, it'll be awesome. You and I will not like each other during this dinner."

Patricia thought a moment. It had been awhile since she annoyed her boyfriend. "I'm in."

So there they were, seated in a nice restaurant, Patricia and Eddie on one side of a table and Christina Miller across from them.

Eddie looked between them and sighed. He wanted them to start talking and have some fun. He couldn't have his own mother not like his girlfriend—his first and only girlfriend—one that made him think about a future with her. He never thought about that. He never thought he'd actually want to settle down, but dating Patricia Williamson, of all people, really changed everything.

"So, mom, Patricia doesn't like hoagies." He spoke up, hoping to get them on the topic of hating on his masterpiece of a sandwich.

"I do." His mother replied in a monotone.

"Wha—but I thought you hate hoagies?"

"No, I tried one when you left; they're actually pretty good."

"Okay…" Eddie mumbled while racking his brain for something else he could have his mother and girlfriend talk about. "Um, my mom loves Twilight."

"I don't." Patricia said.

"But, you watch it with Joy all the time!" he protested.

"I'm being a friend; it's a way we can hang out." she waved it off and took a sip of water.

A moment later, the waitress came over and took their orders, obviously noticing the awkward atmosphere the way she shifted on her feet uncomfortably. When she left, Eddie ran a hand through his spiky blonde hair and blew out a short breath. As he takes a sip from his soda, Patricia risked a glance at Christina, who winked discreetly before clearing her throat loudly.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back, honey." She smiled sweetly at Eddie as she rose from her chair and made her way to the back of the restaurant.

"Patricia, please, try. Find something to talk about with her; I want this to work. If it doesn't, my mom and I will have a horrible relationship for the rest of our lives." Eddie whined, draping an arm over the back of her seat. "I love you, I want this to work."

Patricia's green eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "Y-you…what?"

"Oh, my little baby's growing up."

Christina plopped down in front of the couple and Eddie glared at her.

"Eddie, I like her, don't worry." She promised, leaning forward.

"Wait, what?"

"Your mum and I established that we both really like messing with you and decided to make you go completely insane by pretending that we didn't like each other. Sorry, Slimeball," Patricia shrugged.

"You faked hating each other. And made me think that I would have to deal with the two of you all awkward and tense for the rest of my life? Well…hurtful. That is so mean." The blonde huffed, rocking back in his chair.

"What does this have to do with the rest of your life?" Patricia asked suspiciously.

"Yeah…you're too young to get married, Edison Miller." Christina scolded.

"I'm not…not getting married, mom." He grumbled, and a very light pink appearing on his cheeks.

Teasing smirks slid onto Patricia and Christina's face as the two women watched him. They simultaneously opened their mouths to speak but Eddie held up a hand.

"Don't go there, I'm already mad enough."

"Aw," Christina pouted.

"Aw, poor Cockroach, do you want me to kiss it better?" Patricia asked, running her pointer finger down the side of his face.

"Yeah, that'll work." He nodded with grin.

Patricia smiled and leaned in, quickly pecking his cheek.

"Not what I was going for, Yacker." He ground out.

"I know." she grinned and his mother laughed.

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"But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good things to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you." -Luke 6:27-28

-Rachel