Chapter Twelve: When She Steals Your Favorite Hat

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took a while to update… writers block and homework really can slow a person down ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis

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When she steals your favorite hat...

"Hey Patricia!" Amber tugged on the red haired girl's arm impatiently. "What are you doing tonight?" Amber let out a giggle, as she looped her arm through Patricia's. It was the middle of November, and neither girl was exceptionally big on wearing only a blazer, so they both had on coats. Patricia placed her hands into the warm pockets of her dark-grey jacket, feeling stupid that she hadn't worn gloves, the way Amber had. Amber, Patricia was pretty positive, owned about five coats just for the fall season, each with a matching pair of boots and gloves.

The two continued on their treacherous walk back to their house, the wind cutting at their raw cheeks, and the leaves crunching under their shoes. Patricia sighed; she didn't specifically know what she was doing tonight. It was Friday, and that was of course, the most popular day for couples to go out, but, Patricia and Eddie never went to restaurants. They rarely went to movies or on walks, they weren't as normal as other couples. They prided in being unique. In reality, Patricia didn't have even the slightest clue towards where Eddie was taking her.

Although, she was pretty positive that Amber did.

"Why do you ask Amber?" Patricia sighed, tightening her coat around herself once again, and swatting away the few stray orange and brown leaves that fell in front of her face.

"No reason." Amber shrugged, pushing the front door of Anubis open.

Both girls trailed inside. As Patricia walked up to her room, she couldn't help but get the suspicious feeling that Amber was going to find Eddie.

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Patricia's jaw dropped as she entered the living room. Bowls of popcorn spread across tables that were also filled with chips, and soda. Dark blue, white, gray, yellow, red, and black streamers decorated the room, and in the middle of it, sat Eddie, Jerome, and Fabian. They were wrapped up in a brief discussion, that Eddie seemed to be leading. Their voices were muffled, but by looking at the T.V. Patricia knew in an instant what they were having a conversation about. Football. American Football.

Stifling a laugh, and being sure that she wasn't seen, Patricia ran upstairs to grab Joy and Mara, before dragging them into Nina and Amber's room.

"Amber did you set this up?" Patricia asked when she opened the door – without knocking.

"What are you talking about Patricia?" Amber sighed, as she continued to apply make up in her mirror.

"If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you mine as well look downstairs. My boyfriend has two clowns wrapped up in an important conversation about American Football."

"Two clowns?" Nina asked, looking up from her book.

"Fabian and Jerome." Patricia huffed, glancing over at Mara.

"No way! This'll be priceless." Nina giggled, jumping up from her bed.

"Hold it Neens." Amber turned around to face the group, "Eddie told me he was doing something romantic and that it could be a surprise for all of us."

"So?" Joy countered.

"So, Football isn't romantic. Tell her Patricia, it's not."

"It sort of is." Patricia sheepishly ran her hand up her arm. "In my case."

"Aww," Amber smiled, and then abandoned her make- up, to loop her arm through Patricia's once again. "We can walk downstairs, but you have to tell me everything."

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"YES! They made it! They made a goal!" Jerome jumped up in the air, pumping his fists as well.

"No Jerry." Eddie groaned. "The other team made a touchdown."

"Oh." Jerome sat down with a sorrowful and defeated look on his face, before reaching for a handful of popcorn, and stuffing it in his mouth.

"You don't look good in a hat." Patricia had been keeping her mouth shut, as she knew she should, about Eddie's appearance the entire night, but this was horribly boring – so in reality she had been keeping her mouth shut about everything the entire night, and that was nagging at her. She was determined to make things a little interesting.

"Me Yacker?" Eddie had a playful grin on his face, but he seemed sincerely surprised by her comment.

"Yes you." Patricia grabbed for his hat, pulling it off his head, and quickly examining it. "Steelers?"

"Better than the Cowboys." Eddie snorted, reaching for his hat again.

"Um no." Patricia pulled away, before placing the hat on her own head. "You have a game between Cowgirls and Steels or whatever to watch. I'll wear the hat for you.

"Cowboys and Steelers." Eddie sighed, leaning back, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"That's what I said!"

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"Yacker." Eddie tapped Patricia's shoulder repeatedly, as he began to grow impatient.

"Yeah?" She yawned as she sat forward.

"It's eleven thirty."

"Oh great, so everyone ran off 'cause their too chicken to get caught by Victor?"

"No." Eddie laughed, "You feel asleep. The game ended."

"Right." Patricia stretched as she stood up. "I knew that."

"Sure." Eddie smiled, before leaning in to kiss her lightly. "Goodnight Yacker."

"Night Weasel." Eddie watched Patricia walk upstairs, before he turned left, and walked towards his designated room.

He could just steal the hat back in the morning.

…Let her keep it and sleep with it for the night.

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A/N: Not my best work, and I know it took a little while to update – but I was pretty stuck on what to write. Also, I don't mean to offend any Cowboy/Steelers fans. Personally, I don't watch football, and don't really know anything about it, or any teams, I don't have a personal favorite either. As easy as this one seemed, it was actually slightly difficult. But anyways, I'd love to hear what you guys thought! Love ya!

~Grace