Chapter Two:

Patricia listened carefully and tried to hear steps inside the house. Slowly she heard someone descending the stairs. She knew it couldn't be his mom because there were no car in the drive way. It was him. What was she even going to say to him? The door cracked open slightly and a tall handsome boy hid behind the door. He had one hand on the wall and the other was resting near the knob. He looked half asleep, she must have woken him.

"What" he asked slightly annoyed.

"So I fly across the country to see you and all I get is "what"."

Eddie would know that British yack anywhere. He suddenly wasn't tired anymore. Eddie opened his eyes completely and there standing outside his door was Patricia.

"Yacker" he said in disbelief.

"Weasel" she said.

Eddie opened the door completely and looked at her from head to toe; making sure it was really her. Patricia didn't really know what to do. She wasn't into the whole lovey dovey thing, but she knew she wanted nothing more than for him to hold her. They stood there looking at each other and then she couldn't help it.

Patricia stepped forward, crossing the threshold and pressed her lips to his. At first it was light, she caught him by surprise. She was about to pull away, but he kissed her again. It meant that he missed her too. They both pulled away and Eddie pulled Patricia in for a hug. She didn't resist, for once. After all they hadn't seen each other all summer. He was still holding tightly to her. He didn't want her to leave, to ever leave. However he had to let her go in order to shut the door.

"Surprise." She said when he turned back around.

"It was worth it." He replied with a smile. She couldn't help but to smile too.

Eddie had just woken up; he looked down feeling suddenly slightly embarrassed. He was still wearing what he wore to bed the previous night. He knew that Patricia wouldn't care so he decided he wouldn't either.

"Want some breakfast? I'm starving." He asked. She wasn't really hungry but she decided to follow him to the kitchen anyways.

The kitchen was at the end of a narrow hall. It was small but comfortable. There was a little ledge and bar stools on the other side of the marble counter. Behind the counter was the sink and all the other appliances. She seated herself at one of the bar stools and he went to the refrigerator.

"So what brings you to Delaware? It can't possibly just be that fact that you haven't seen my gorgeous face all summer."

"Well I'm sick of my family and my gran happens to live across the street from you."

"Georgia? The crazy old cat lady?"

"No, Lynda"

"Oh that explains where you get your curls." He said matter of factly.

He stopped washing the fruit he was about to cut, and crossed over towards her. Eddie placed one hand on the counter top and ran the other through his spiky blonde hair. He planted a small kiss on her forehead and then returned to the sink. He had missed her.

To the left of the sink was a square window and out of the corner of Patricia's eye she spotted a black car pulling into his driveway.

"Eddie, your mom must be home."

"I'm sorry Patricia but could you please go."

"But I just"

"Please." He said almost begging.

She wasn't leaving without an explanation. Was he embarrassed that she was his girlfriend? Did he think he could do better?

"Does your mom even know who I am?"

"That isn't her." He said slowly.

So he was cheating on her? That was all she wanted to hear. Patricia saw a door next to the sink where Eddie was standing. She got up and without even looking at him grabbed the knob of the door. They could hear the front door opening. Before Patricia had a chance to leave Eddie caught her wrist, forcing her to turn around. He whispered the words "trust me." Their eyes met for a second and then she was gone.