Now, I must tell all of you that this drabble sucks. I'm sorry to the Guest that prompted it. :/

Enjoy...

Eddie groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun that shone through the window of his room. Fabian chuckled from the other side of the room while he packed his bag with homework and notebooks.

"You know, you wouldn't feel like that if you go to bed when you're supposed to feel like that." His roommate pointed out.

Eddie sat up and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I couldn't sleep last night. I didn't have my early midnight snack and had so many things on my mind."

"What kind of things?"

"Girls," he said with a roll of his eyes and his shoulders immediately sulked.

"How many if there are 'so many things on your mind'?"

"There doesn't have to be a ton to be a lot, dude."

Fabian shrugged. "I guess that makes sense."

"I'm surprised; girls don't make sense." Eddie mumbled as he left the room.

"Are you having girl problems, Sweetie?" Jerome smirked as he walked out of the kitchen, apple in hand.

Eddie ignored him and continued down the boys' corridor to the bathroom. After completing what he needed to do before school, he sat at the dining room table, relieved to find only Alfie and Joy at the table, eating the rest of their breakfast.

"Did the others already head out?" he asked, taking his seat and pouring himself some cereal.

Alfie nodded, silently, stuffing bacon into his mouth. He grabbed his bag and jogged out of the house without a second glance back at Eddie and Joy.

"So who broke up with whom?" Joy said suddenly, taking a sip from her glass of orange juice.

Eddie stared down at his bowl. "She broke up with me."

Joy nodded. "She would never have told me."

"Oh, I know."

"So why did she do it?"

"Joy, do you have to gossip about everything?" he said snippily and she jerked back as if he'd spit in her face. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just didn't get much sleep last night and Jerry's pissing me off. I…I don't know."

"No, I get it. You're confused."

He chuckled. "Wow, yeah, you 'get it', but you don't. You're just trying to find out why Patricia dumped me."

"Fine, but you are confused."

"Yeah, I'm confused." He said. He stood up, leaving his half-eaten bowl of frosted flakes, and headed for the front door.

Joy jumped up and followed him. "Maybe I could help you figure it out? I mean, I am a girl."

"Yeah, but it's not a girl's perspective I need. I need to figure this out on my own because it has to do with my decision."

"Just tell me why Patricia dumped you! You've got to know!" she moaned in exasperation.

"Because she apparently thinks that I like KT and that KT likes me." he looked up at the sky; clear skies for the first time in two weeks.

Joy stayed silent for a second, widening her eyes and staring at him. "Do you like KT?"

"Not as much as I like Patricia." He replied easily.

"But you like her?"

"Yes, why—"

"Girls don't like it when other girls get their boyfriend's attention." Joy snapped as if it was obvious.

"Okay," he raised his hands level to his shoulders in surrender. "I get that, but she should know that I would never be with KT like that, even if I have this weird attraction toward her; I mean, up until a few days ago, I thought of her as a sister. I'm sure I'll get over that in a few days."

"Then when you get over your KT crush, tell Trish you're in love with her."

1 Week Later…

"You seriously don't like her anymore?" Patricia asked suspiciously. She narrowed her eyes at the American and gave him a once over. She looked down at her bagel, smeared cream cheese on it greedily.

"Yeah, we even talked about it. It's the classic case of having a crush on a friend. Everyone has a crush on a friend at some point. You can't tell me you never had a crush on a good friend." He said and let a smirk slip onto his face. "Come on, who was it?"

Patricia breathed in deeply. "Mick Campbell, Amber's ex and Mara's ex."

"The guy from Australia?" he made a face. "He doesn't seem like your type."

"First, he's British, he just goes to an Australian school; like, you're American but you go to a British school." she scoffed. "And second, what do you suppose my type is?"

"Me," he said cockily, leaning against the kitchen counter on his elbows.

"I actually have a thing for Scottish accents…but I guess you'll have to do, Weasel Face." She said grumpily and pecked his lips quickly before leaving the room with her snack.

"Wait, Yacker, are we back together?" he called after her, dipping a finger into the cream cheese container and sticking it into his mouth.

"You're stupid, Krueger." She groaned.

Review? Prompt?

Now, a message to the guest that had reviewed as writingdawn, but is not writingdawn, and had prompted. Why would you review as writingdawn if you're not her? I am working on your prompt but when I post it, I will not say it was prompted by writingdawn; it'll be prompted by a guest, and just a guest. I need a name that is yours. Does that make sense?

Writingdawn: Thanks for letting me know! I was working on a prompt for them. I wonder why they did that...? :/

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-Rachel