Chapter Fourteen: When She Doesn't Answer You For A long Time

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Hey! This was my attempt at mixing together the prompt from Lolalove123 and MusicalWheaten, plus my own ideas. Thank you guys! You really, really helped me out a lot with this chapter :)

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When she doesn't answer you for a long time...

"C'mon Patricia." Eddie slid his phone screen up and down impatiently, and tapped his foot on the tiled floor of his kitchen.

"Dear, I'm sure she's just busy." Miss Miller pulled her long blond hair back in a perfect ponytail, and then leaned over the pot boiling on the stove, carefully stirring its contents.

"Mom." Eddie sighed. "Patricia complained that she had nothing to do at all this summer. Which is why she's mad at me. And that's why she won't answer her phone."

"She's mad at you because she had nothing to do this summer? Isn't that her own issue?"

"Mom keep up! She's mad at me because she's not with me."

"Well I think she needs to accept that she's with you three fourths of the year, and I can get you for the summer." Miss Miller crossed her arms with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"That's rude." Eddie objected. "I think that she was looking forward to spending time with me. During the year we have nine other people in the house with us. It's chaos, and there's never really any time to just spend with each other alone, or at least without an interrogation from someone."

"Well I'm sorry sweetheart, but that girl lives in the same house as you – I think she sees you plenty enough."

"It's not the same thing." Eddie sighed before standing up and walking to his room. He slammed the door behind him, and sunk down on his bed. What was she so pissed about? He wasn't in England for a few months, what was possibly wrong with that?

Letting out a defeated sigh, Eddie opened his phone and pressed one – speed dial. "Patricia, look – I realize that I'm like blowing up your phone, but seriously I'm sorry. Just call me or text me or we can video chat! I don't understand what the matter is, and I'm sorry for… whatever the hell I did this time. I miss you, okay? I seriously do. Maybe I'll come back early… I can pull off the depressed teenager act – not that I'm not… Okay, just whatever. Please, please talk to me, I miss your British yack." Eddie pressed the end call button, and laid back down, drifting to sleep, with the thought of what was wrong with Patricia swimming through his head.

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Eddie jolted awake from his sleep when he felt a vibration on his leg. Quickly sitting up, and pulling his phone out of his pocket, he answered it without bothering to check who it was.

"Patricia! Look I'm sor-"

"Eddie? It's Lucy! I missed you so much!"

"Oh hey Lucy."

"You're back in America?"

"Um yeah, yeah I am, in my room now."

"Great! Feel like hitting the beach? I bet the Jersey Shore is even more tempting now."

"Um... sure. I actually need some advice anyways, so meet me at my house in ten?"

"Great. See you then."

Eddie put his phone down disappointedly. How was the girl who was calling him not his girlfriend? Lucy had been his best friend for such a long time; he had memories of kindergarten with her. She was a great friend, and such an amazing girl, but Eddie had never felt anything towards her before, and he was hoping she hadn't either. He was desperate for advice from a girl other than his mom – who already seemed to dislike Patricia.

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"So you needed advice?" Lucy looked up at Eddie, his spiked hair making him look like a real surfer – although Lucy knew he had learned the hard way that he could not surf at all. When Eddie nodded, Lucy continued. "And I'm guessing it's about… Patricia?"

"How did you know-"

"That's who you mistaked me for when you answered the phone."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that - I'm just super confused right now."

"When are you not?" Lucy laughed, and ruffled his hair lightly. "So what's the matter?"

"Well, she's my … girlfriend." Eddie glanced over at Lucy who seemed completely unfazed about what he had said. Relief flowed over him, and he finally felt like he could talk to her about this. "So, she's British, of course, I met her in England, but anyways, she was upset because I'm spending the entire summer in America. And I want to hang out with her too, I just can't. So I figured she could settle on phone calls and Skype, but noooo. Patricia will not answer my texts or calls. She's blowing this way out of proportion and being totally arrogant!"

"Why didn't she come here? With you? I would have loved to meet her."

"Her parents wouldn't let her."

"Okay, so it's not all your fault. Did you think about how jealous she might be?"

"Jealous?" Eddie sputtered. He knew Patricia was one to generally get jealous, but not at someone she didn't even know.

"You're surrounded by Jersey girls, without her. She probably feels left out. So don't just ask her to call you back and do not under any circumstances suggest that she's jealous. You just have to promise her that you're not cheating on her, without offending her."

"That makes zero sense." Eddie grumbled.

"Look, I think you got it enough to know what to do. And I don't know anything about Patricia – so I can't help you entirely." Lucy looked over at Eddie. "How about you go figure stuff out with her? I have to meet Brian at Verona's in a few minutes anyway."

"Verona's? The super fancy Italian restaurant? Brian?"

"A lot's happened since you left kiddo." Lucy giggled before turning around and running down the opposite street.

"I'm only six months younger than you!" Eddie called after her even though he knew she couldn't hear him.

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Eddie pulled out his phone, careful to keep his eyes on the ocean, and away from people he could possibly know. He groaned when it went to voicemail, but still, left her a message. "Hi Yacker, I just want to let out know that I really miss you. A lot. I've been hanging out with the guys though, so it's been really great – to escape Jerome and Fabian and Alfie. I'd really love if you called me or texted me or something – because you're killing me! But Patricia, seriously, everything's alright. I'll be back soon – and all over again you and I'll be getting detention. I'll see you soon, bye… love you."

Eddie jumped at the sound of his phone alerting him of a new text message. Quickly pulling out his phone, he smiled when he saw it was from Patricia. He re-read the text over and over again, but couldn't understand why she would write only this.

Only the two words; I know.

…Reassure her that everything is alright.

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A/N: Hey everyone! So this was a little confusing actually… because I didn't know exactly what to do with the ending. But I'd love to hear all of your thoughts! The next one I'm writing is When she says that she likes you… she really does… more than you understand. Now, I was thinking about maybe going back and making it a Patricia centric chapter about how much she likes Eddie (after she admits it to Joy and Eddie over hears) and how much the whole situation is annoying her. But if you don't like that, (and I promise I won't be offended) I'd love to hear any ideas that you guys have! How is everyone recovering from Hurricane Sandy? Trees down? Do you have power back? Are you back in school? We have our power back, but there are a lot of power lines down on the roads. Love you all!

~Grace