Chapter Thirteen: When She Teases You

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry it took soooo long to update… I promise I'm going to try to update more this week.

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis

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When she teases you...

Patricia ran her arm up her bare, white, arm. It was freezing outside, and suddenly leaving the party early didn't seem like the brightest plan ever. She let out a sigh as she turned to face Eddie, who snuggled into his warm jacket contentedly.

"Okay – we're either going to walk faster and get home, or you have to hand over your jacket."

"Um, I was the smart one who brought this." Eddie pulled his fists farther into the arm sleeves, allowing the warmth to engulf him.

"And the stupid one who didn't remind me to bring one. Now, c'mon – I've finally realized why the guys give their girlfriends their coats in cheesy romance movies. Because we're cold!"

"And once we give it to you, than we're cold."

"But it's the right thing to do… if guys actually care about their girlfriends."

"I do care about you!" Eddie protested, taking her hand in his. "I just care about my own personal warmth as well."

"Eddie, man-up. I realize that you're not a perfect gentlemen, but I can't believe you wouldn't hand it over. This dress covers barley anything!"

"I've noticed." Eddie smirked, as Patricia's cheeks burned red, or that was at least what he had gathered from the dim lights coming from the few houses on the campus – just enough reflection to make assumptions of what someone looked like out in the pitch black night.

"Eddie seriously. I will get down on my knees and beg for you to give me that jacket."

"Really?" Eddie smiled as Patricia's face dropped, with a scowl present. "Just come here." Patricia didn't oblige when he wrapped his covered arms around her, and pulled her closer to his chest. If this was as much of the coat as she was going to get, she had to appreciate it. Besides, even though she wasn't entirely fond of the situation, what teenage girl doesn't want to be walking home from a party at midnight in her boyfriend's arms?

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"Hey Trudy." Eddie let out a tired yawn, as she sat down at the table. "Where's Patricia? She stole my jacket last night when we got home."

"Oh dear." Trudy giggled as she set down a plate of biscuits, and another of pancakes. "She isn't awake yet – I don't think. It's only you and Mara." Eddie looked over at the raven-haired girl, who sat slumped on the couch, a new book in her hands.

"But it's eleven o'clock!" Eddie protested, "A.M!"

"But most of you guys were up until 2 A.M." Trudy pointed out.

"Fine." Eddie groaned. "I'll just go get it back." He stood up, and headed up to her room, after taking a huge bite out of a blueberry muffin.

He didn't bother to knock, he was just walking in and out unnoticed.

Or maybe not.

On one side of the room, Joy slept soundlessly, looking like nothing could disturb her. However, on the opposite side, Patricia tossed and turned, letting out moans at each new move.

"Patricia." Eddie placed a hand on her arm, jumping back at how hot it was. She was burning. "Patricia wake up." Patricia let out a tired groan, before sitting up.

Eddie wasn't going to admit out awful she looked, but she certainly had looked better.

"I feel like crap." Patricia admitted. "And it's all your fault."

"Mine?!" Eddie looked at her dumbfounded. How could she possibly blame this on him?

"Yeah." Patricia sniffled, as she combed her fingers through her tangled hair. "You didn't give me the coat early enough, and know I have a cold."

"Babe." Eddie rose an eyebrow at her. "I'm pretty sure this is more than a cold. I need to get a thermometer. You are seriously burning up."

"Thanks for the reassurance." Patricia grumbled as Eddie stood up and walked towards the door. "Could you grab me some breakfast too?" She asked innocently, hoping he would comply to her demand. She couldn't see him that well as he disappeared behind the door, but Patricia was pretty sure he had nodded – although she couldn't be positive.

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I took Eddie approximately ten minutes before he returned with a tray, piled with pancakes, covered in who knows what, as well as some fruit, and tea. He gently placed the food down on the end of her bed, and then handed her the thermometer. "You have to take this before you eat. Clear?"

"God you sound like my mom." She rolled her eyes before placing the thermometer in her mouth.

"And you sound like my dad." He objected. Patricia couldn't talk – the thermometer was still in her mouth. "You know, your voice is low, and you're accusing me of everything."

Laughter filled Patricia's eyes. She pulled out the thermometer when it began beeping, handed it to him, and replied quickly, "He wouldn't accuse you of stuff if you didn't do stuff."

"It says 102." Patricia ignored the fear in Eddie's voice. She wasn't scared – it was just a cold. "Anyways, stuff like what?"

Patricia shrugged. "Like making Jerome eat three gallons of creamed carrot. Or like giving your dad meal worms covered in chocolate."

"That was you."

"I didn't give them away to teachers."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Just keep talking. This is slightly amusing."

"Okay." Patricia thought back to more stupid things Eddie had done. "Or like hiring a heavy metal band to play at an important ball."

"I fixed it. And besides think about it – if we hadn't been partnered up, I wouldn't have hired them, and then you could have quite possibly not danced with me. And then, I wouldn't be here right now."

"Actually, if you think about it – you probably could have skipped the milk all over your head. Plus, you'd be here. It might have been awkward, because we probably wouldn't be together, but you know, you'd still be here. Because you like me."

"Or because I'm a good person."

Patricia snorted. "Or possibly because you were head over heels for me."

"You kissed me first."

"You forced me into it!"

"I did not."

"Let's see, who was the person who said, 'okay Patricia this is my last attempt.'?"

Eddie scowled. "In my defense I didn't know you couldn't talk."

"You should have given a girl time."

"And if I had." Eddie turned slightly serious. "Would you have actually gotten together with me?"

"I think so." Patricia shrugged. Why did they even have to think about this? They were already together.

"Promise me."

"I promise." Patricia sighed, taking a bite out of a green apple.

"Good." Eddie smirked, as he allowed her to crawl into his arms, and lean her head back on his shoulder. "I love you Patricia."

Patricia's heart stopped. He had been her first kiss, but she didn't think that he'd also be the first person to admit he loved her.

"I love you too." And it felt good that she wasn't lying. She did actually love him – so much.

…Tease her back and make her laugh.

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A/N: So this wasn't exactly following the entire prompt (When she teases you… tease her back and make her laugh) but, I liked the idea, so I sort of just went with. Shouldn't a boyfriend help you when you're sick too? Anyways, I'm sorry again for the wait guys – I'm trying to keep on top of my schedule, and it's proved to be difficult. Anyways, I was also in an awful stage of writer's block this entire week – so I'd really appreciate to hear your ideas on upcoming chapters! The next one is When she doesn't answer you for a long time… reassure her that everything it alright. Remember guys, if you prompt this (which I would love!) it can be a future, something outside of Anubis while their still students, over the summer, or just when they're in the house/school.

Love you all!

~Grace