A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to come out...I had a hard time writing it, plus I've just been really busy lately.

Anyways, it's officially promo season for HOA. I'm a little iffy about the brand new promo...I LOVED the first one, but the Entertainment Weekly one was just...bleh.

Like we got a little more of Joy (one shot...) but, again, NO MARA AT ALL EXCEPT FOR THE VERY LAST SHOT WITH EVERYONE (and that was the only shot we got of Jerome, too which I absolutely hate).

And IDK but I thought there were a lot of really cheesy lines in the promo and I was like cringing and then that Willow/Alfie wave...NO NO NO I NEED AMFIE IN MY LIFE maybe I'm jumping to conclusions but ugh Alfie and Amber had SO much development last season. I NEED THEM TO LAST.

AND THEN the fact that ANA HAS BEEN IN THE US FOR LIKE HALF OF FILMING like what is that even all about it's freaking me out to be honest cuz Amber is my second favorite character in the whole entire show and I feel like they wouldn't just write off her character (she invented Sibuna) but it's just really making me nervous that she's missed over half of the filming and she wasn't in any of the promo shoots or anything and it feels like what happened with Mick last year for season 2 and look how that turned out HE MOVED TO AUSTRALIA AND WAS GONE UNTIL THE SEASON FINALE

I NEED AMBER IN SEASON 3 like you do not even understand.

Honestly House of Anubis is NOT House of Anubis without her and oh my gosh just thinking about it makes me want to have a panic attack asdfghjkl;

and I'm calm.

But other than that...ehh I'm not liking the fact that Eddie's the main character. Like before I was really psyched about it but after that promo idk. Like, Eddie's one of my favorite characters but I just don't want him to be the main character...I don't know I can't explain it I just don't. And I feel like Fabian's character is going to be less important...cuz like he used to be up front with Nina but now he's pushed towards the back and ehhh idk.

I just wish Nina and Mick were back and everything was back to normal.

Anyways here's chapter 13 bye.

CHAPTER 13:

Hiding in Trees and Making Up

"D'you think we could slow down a little bit?" Alfie called as the eight children plus Mr. Beaver made their way back down the slope and back to the Beavers dam. "Some of us aren't very good at running down hills..." No one answered him. If anything, everyone started moving faster. Alfie sighed. "Yeah. Great. Thanks for listening."

He could hardly blame them, though. The whole thing was hard to cope with. After all, he and Jerome had been thick as theives, and now he was finding out that he'd been friends with a witch the whole time.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Joy," Alfie muttered, grabbing Joy's shoulders and setting her upright. "I didn't mean to run into you...I should really stop thinking and walking at the same-"

"Wait a second." Joy held up a hand, wrinkling her nose as if trying to concentrate.

Mick raised his eyebrows. "Joy, what's-"

"Wait!" Joy hissed. Everyone else slowed to a stop, watching the brunette. Suddenly, her face grew pale. "It's wolves."

"What?" Nina hissed.

"Don't you hear the wolves?" Joy demanded in a frightened voice.

"I don't-"

Suddenly an ear-splitting howl broke into the air, causing Joy to scream.

"Run!" cried Eddie, and everyone immediately bolted down the hill, at least ten times faster than they'd been going before. But this time, nobody complained.

"They're after us!" Mr. Beaver cried as the nine of them burst into the dam. Mrs. Beaver's eyes widened with alarm, and she immediately got to work, grabbing white sacks out of a cupboard drawer.

"What's she doing?" Mick asked Mr. Beaver, who rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, you'll be thanking me later," Mrs. Beaver answered as Nina, Amber, and Joy quickly moved forward to help her. "It's a long journey, and Beaver gets pretty cranky when he's hungry."

"I'M CRANKY NOW!" Mr. Beaver shouted angrily.

"D'you think we need grape jelly, or strawberry jelly?" Amber asked aloud, cocking her head to the side.

"Amber!" Fabian cried, snatching the grape jelly from her and stuffing it into one of the sacks. "Does it matter?"

"Ouch, someone's touchy," she huffed.

Patricia, who stood at the dam door, quickly burst inside. "Hurry, they're coming!"

Mr. Beaver immediately threw a pack over his furry back and padded towards a cupboard, which opened to show a small pathway. "Get in, now!" He began shoving all of them inside one by one, the girls going first. After everyone was safely inside, Mr. Beaver closed the cupboard door behind them and began to lead them down the tunnel. Eddie grabbed a torch and went right behind him, the rest of them following closely behind.

"What is this place?" Nina asked, her voice bouncing off the walls.

"Badger built this," Mr. Beaver explained, his voice low. "It comes out right near his place. We should be safe there."

Suddenly, Amber let out a small yelp as she tripped over a small root sticking up out of the ground, sprawling onto the dirt. Everyone stopped as Fabian bent down, grabbing her hand and yanking her to her feet. "Are you al-"

Suddenly a low growl echoed through the tunnel. Amber's eyes widened. "They're in the tunnel," she said in a horrified whisper.

Everyone burst forwards, not even stopping to look behind them as the wolf growls became increasingly louder and louder.

The tunnel led to a dead end.

"Are you serious?" Eddie groaned.

"We should've brought a map!" Mrs. Beaver cried fretfully.

"There wasn't any room next to the jam!" Mr. Beaver shot back, and leapt up into a hole in the ceiling that no one had noticed before. Quickly, the rest of the children did the same thing, scrambling upwards until they could see the clear sky. Once all of them were up, Mr. Beaver and Mick both grabbed a barrel and rolled it until it was wedged in the mouth of the cave, sealing it closed.

Nina, who was frantically backing away from the mouth of the cave, tripped over something, sprawling backwards. Fabian immediately went to help her up - but stopped. Everyone turned and stared at her. What looked like a stone creature was beneath her.

The eight children surveyed their surroundings. It seemed like they were in some sort of neighborhood for animals - except for there were no animals at all. Just stone creatures. "Creepy..." Alfie said quietly, eyeing a stone squirrell.

Mr. Beaver slowly approached what looked like a stone badger, looking very solemn. "I'm sorry, dear," said Mrs. Beaver, taking her husband's paw in her own.

"He was my best mate," was all Mr. Beaver said in return.

"What is this place?" Fabian wondered aloud, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"This is the consequence for those who trust the witch." Out of nowhere, a fox - a live one at that - bounded up on a stone ledge, peering down at the rest of them.

Mr. Beaver leapt forward as his wife frantically tried to yank him back. "You take one more step, traitor, and I'll chew you to splinters," Mr. Beaver threatened.

"Ouch. That's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?" The fox said cooly, jumping down and coming closer. Instinctively, Eddie and Fabian both half-way stepped in front of Nina, causing Eddie to turn to the brunette and glare at him, as if to say 'What do you think you're doing?' Fabian quickly edged himself away.

The fox rolled his eyes. "Relax. I'm one of the good guys."

"Yeah? Well you look an awful lot like one of the bad ones," Mr. Beaver narrowed his beady eyes.

"An unfortunate family resemblance," the fox answered. "But right now we've got bigger problems." He nodded towards the barrel, which surely wouldn't hold the pack of wolves threatening to break through it any second now.

"What did you have in mind?" Mick blurted out.

Only a moment later, everyone was balanced precariously in a tall tree. Mick, Joy, Nina, and Fabian were on the lowest branch, while Amber, Eddie, and the beavers were on the branch beside them. Alfie and Patricia were in the highest branch.

Patricia hardly had time to balance herself when the wolves burst through the opening, easily knocking the barrel out of the way. They scanned the area, and immediately saw the fox and began circling around him. Which, of course, is exactly what he'd predicted would happen - the wolves would be too busy with him to notice the children and the beavers hiding up in the tree. It was the perfect distraction.

"Greetings, gents," said the fox without batting an eye. Eddie smirked to himself, immediately deciding that he liked this guy. "What's the rush?"

"Don't patronize me," barked one of the wolves. Obviously, this was Maugrim - he seemed to be the leader of the pack. "We're looking for some humans."

"Humans, in Narnia?" The fox asked, sounding surprised. "Hmm. That sounds like valuable information, don't you think?"

Without warning, one of the wolves leapt forward, trapping the fox's torso in its jaws. Amber opened her mouth to scream, but Eddie quickly covered her mouth with his hand. "Your reward is your life. It's not much," he said, chuckling slightly. "But still. Where are the fugitives?"

There was a long pause. Nina clutched onto Fabian tightly, clenching her eyes shut, and Joy grabbed his hand, shutting her eyes as well. Fabian held his breath. The fox was going to give away their hiding spot. The fox was going to betray them. This was it. He shut his eyes.

"North." Nina, Fabian, and Joy's eyes flew open. The fox was weakly pointing off in a completely different direction. "They ran north."

"Smell them out," Maugrim commanded. The wolf holding the fox harshly tossed him to the side, causing him to let out a loud whimper, and the wolf pack took off. Once they were sure that they were long gone, the children and the Beavers peered over the branch where the fox lay limply on the ground.

In about a minute, they'd scrambled down the tree to the fox's aid. Luckily, Mrs. Beaver's packs had come in handy, because in a few seconds she'd gotten out the proper things she needed for mending the fox's wounds. Mick, Fabian, Alfie, and Eddie were immediately sent to look for wood to build a fire while the girls helped take care of the fox. In nearly thirty minutes, it was completely dark and they had a nice fire going as Mrs. Beaver tended to the fox, who kept whining and whimpering in between talking.

"Oh, stop fussing," said Mrs. Beaver. "You're worse than Beaver on bath day."

"Worst day of the year," Mr. Beaver said, shivering. The others smirked.

"Thank you for your kindness," said the fox, slowly standing up on his four legs. "But I'm afraid that's all the care I have time for."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Joy asked in surprise.

"It has been a pleasure, my Queen, and an honor," said the fox, bowing. Joy shuffled her feet awkwardly on the snow, glancing at Patricia, who just shrugged. "But time is short, and Aslan himself has asked me to gather more troops."

There went that feeling again - the churning in their stomachs and the sudden burst of excitement that occurred whenever someone spoke Aslan's name. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver gasped in unison. "You've seen Aslan?" Mr. Beaver asked in astonishment.

"What's He like?" Mrs. Beaver asked excitedly.

The fox smiled. "Like...everything you've ever heard. Of course, He'll be glad to have you on His side on the battle against the witch," he said, turning to the children.

"We aren't planning on fighting any witch," Patricia insisted, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"But you must," the fox pleaded. "What about the prophecy?"

"We can't go to war without you," Mr. Beaver admitted.

There was a heavy, awkward silence. Patricia blew her red hair out of her face, Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, Alfie coughed.

Finally, Fabian sighed.

"All we want is our friends back," He said.

"And Mr. Tumnus safe," Nina added softly.

Patricia muttered something under her breath. Nina let out a long breath, but rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore her.

The fox sighed, looking put out. "Right," he said. Then he cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose I'll be off, then." He paused, and then smirked. "Perhaps, someday, we'll meet again."

Nina smiled. "I hope so."

The fox bowed again. "It has been a great pleasure, your majesties." As everyone said their goodbyes, he padded off into the distance.

"What time is it?" Amber asked once he was gone, yawning.

"About ten, dearie," replied Mrs. Beaver.

"Well, I don't know about you all, but I'm going to bed. I'm so tired, I could die," Amber said dramatically.

"Well, someone's going to need to keep watch," said Mr. Beaver. He was met by empty stares. "Not the whole night, but for at least one shift. I can take over later, at least."

Eddie sighed. "I'll do it, I suppose," he said, rather reluctantly. Then again, it wasn't like he was going to get a very good sleep, anyways.

"There ya go, you cheeky little blimer," Mr. Beaver chuckled, pinching his cheek. Eddie grimaced and plopped onto the snow, facing the North, where the wolf pack had run off to. He figured that was the best place he should look out for. "We'll need someone else to help, just in case."

Eddie was wondering why he couldn't just manage by himself when he heard Joy blurt out, "Patricia would love to do it!" Sure enough, Joy had grabbed Patricia's hand and held it up in the air.

"What? No I wouldn't!" Patricia protested.

"You'll thank me later," Joy hissed under her breath.

Please no, please no, please no, Eddie thought to himself desperately.

"Great!" Mr. Beaver cried. Eddie groaned. "Well, you two can get ter work, while the rest of us sleep for a bit. I'll wake up later, don't worry," He assured them. For some reason, they doubted he would wake up at all.

Patricia let out a loud groan.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you two will manage to stay awake," Amber chirped. "Just count sheep. That's what I do."

"Amber, counting sheep doesn't keep you awake. Actually, it does just the opposite," Patricia explained.

"Ohhhhh," Amber said. "That's why it never worked..."

Patricia let out a loud sigh and plopped onto the ground next to Eddie, crossing her arms over her chest and putting a very good distance between the both of them. Eddie sighed. Well, this is going to be just great.

Amber smirked at the two of them as she layed on the snow, reminding herself to thank Joy later. It was about time the two of them made up - the tension between them was starting to drive her and the others mad. She watched sleepily as everyone else settled down on the snow - Fabian and Nina chose a spot a little bit aways from the dying fire, and were talking quietly to themselves. Joy and Mick were the closest to Eddie and Patricia, and Alfie was beginning to settle down next to Amber.

Amber pulled her blanket closer to her chest, listening to the quiet chatter amongst her friends. Alfie, on the other hand, was oddly quiet.

"Alfie?" Amber finally asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Did you know? About Jerome?"

Alfie turned over so he was facing her. "Do you really think I wouldn't have told you all before if I had?"

"I didn't think you did," Amber said quietly, picking at a loose string on her blanket. "I was just wondering."

Alfie sighed, looking back up at the sky. "I just...feel really, really stupid. Like, I should've seen it coming."

"You had no way of knowing," Amber said gently.

"I did, though," Alfie frowned. "I noticed he was acting different, and I should've said something, but I didn't. I can't believe he dragged innocent Mara into it, though."

"Maybe he didn't," Amber offered. "She could've followed him."

"Why would she do that?"

"Maybe she was trying to prove something. Like that she wasn't scared, or that she was brave, or something."

"Maybe," Alfie replied, shrugging. "Or maybe he forced her to come with him."

Amber didn't think he did. Alfie didn't know Mara as well as she did, and she knew that what most likely happened is that nosy Mara saw Jerome sneaking out, and decided to follow him. But instead, she just said, "Well, he does fancy her."

Alfie sat up straighter. "What?" He asked incredulously.

"Couldn't you tell?" Alfie shook his head. "Well, it was fairly obvious to me. Too bad Mara likes Mick, though."

"Well, yeah," Alfie rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows that. Except Mick, of course." Alfie was quiet for a second. "You are so good with that. Knowing when someone fancies someone else. How do you do that?"

Amber grinned. "It's a talent, Alfie."

"You don't always know, though," Alfie said, suddenly becoming interested in the pattern of his blanket. "Sometimes you don't even see it. Even when it's right in front of you."

"Alfie, please. I always know." Amber declared. Alfie looked up at her suddenly, really looked at her. For a long time they just lay like that, just looking at each other. Amber furrowed her eyebrows in concern. "What?"

Alfie flipped so he was facing the sky. "Nothing," he muttered.

Amber watched him curiously for a minute, before shrugging and looking up at the sky as well. "The stars are really pretty here," she commented. "They're a lot different from the ones back at home."

"Yeah, they are," Alfie agreed. "Amber?"

"Mhmm?"

"How did you know that Jerome liked her?"

Amber shrugged. "I don't know. I guess he just...looked at her differently from everyone else."

Alfie sighed. "And you think you know someone," he muttered, barely audible.

But Amber heard it, and sighed. She felt horrible for Alfie - she really did. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be best friends with someone and then the next minute find out that they were hiding something terrible from you and everyone else and weren't really who you thought they were at all. He was probably doubting everything, now - probably wondering if Jerome had ever really trusted him, if Jerome had ever liked spending time with him. And Amber just wanted to hug him and tell him that of course he did because who wouldn't like spending time with Alfie? But there was that nagging feeling in the back of Amber's mind that said that maybe, Alfie could be right. So she didn't.

"I blame myself, too, you know," Amber admitted. Alfie looked over at her. "If I'd just been paying more attention, I would've seen them sneaking out."

"We were too busy listening to the prophecy and what-not," Alfie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah."

"It'll be okay, though," Alfie murmured.

Amber looked over at him, propping her chin up on her hand. "How do you know?"

"I don't know. We're going to see this Aslan guy, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I mean...if He's as great as everyone says he is, then He'll fix it." Alfie replied, shrugging.

Amber offered him a small smile. "I hope so." She snuggled back onto the snow, pulling her blanket closer around her. "Good night, Alfie."

"'Night, Amber." Alfie said, sighing quietly.

Meanwhile, Nina was having a hard time getting to sleep - she had too much to think about. Like Mr. Tumnus, and the prophecy, and Jerome and Mara. Turning away from them to face Fabian - or, more like Fabian's back. Nina frowned. "Fabian?"

Fabian slowly turned over so he was facing her. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" She asked concernedly. "I mean, I know this has to be really hard for you-"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Fabian replied, straining a smile. Nina lifted an eyebrow, and he sighed. "No. I'm really not."

Nina chewed her bottom lip. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked softly.

"It's just..." His voice trailed off, then he sighed again. "It's all my fault," he admitted.

"Fabian, it is not," Nina said gently. "You had nothing to do with it. Jerome went to the Witch all on his own."

"Yes, but I pushed him to it!" Fabian cried quietly, so as not to disturb the others. "I...I was too hard on him. I was rude and selfish and that comment I made the day you found the wardrobe..." he shook his head. "It was wrong. It is all my fault. I could've stopped it."

"Fabian, stop it. You're just as much to blame as the rest of us. All of us should have noticed something, all of us should have seen them sneak out," Nina said assuredly.

"But he's my cousin!" Fabian cried. "He's staying with me - he's my guest, I was supposed to take care of him! What if we can't save them, Nina? How am I supposed to go back home and explain to my mum that I couldn't protect my own cousin?"

"Hey," Nina spoke softly and reassuringly. "That's not going to happen. That's why we're going to see Aslan, remember? So He can save them."

"But what if it's too late?" Fabian asked softly.

Nina reached down and grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "Whatever happens, you're not alone, okay? We're all in this together, remember?"

Fabian squeezed her hand in return and intertwining his fingers with hers. "Thanks, Nina," he said softly, smiling at her.

She smiled back.

They fell asleep like that, their hands still intertwined, and small smiles on their faces.

Which did not go unnoticed by Joy, who watched the two of them, a small scowl on her face.

She knew she was torturing herself, just by watching them. But she was so overcome with longing - wishing that Fabian looked like her like that, wishing that Fabian still even talked to her the same way he had before Nina arrived - that she couldn't look away. Finally, the two of them stopped talking and Joy sighed, flipping over and facing the opposite direction.

She knew she was horrible. After all, she hadn't even started liking Fabian again until Nina had come into the picture. Maybe it was like that saying went..."you never know what you have until it's gone." She knew she was stupid for liking him when he never paid him a bit of attention, and she knew that they had next to nothing in common. But he was so cute, and so kind...and honestly, Joy had always thought that he was really a beautiful person.

And you rarely meet those.

And Joy knew she needed to stop liking him. She'd tried, she really had. But every time she did, something just drew her back in.

Joy sighed loudly.

"Can't get to sleep either, huh?" Joy nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned and looked at Mick, who was now facing her, raising his eyebrows.

"Something like that," Joy replied. She turned to look at him. "Why can't you sleep?"

"In a place like this?" Mick snorted. "Yeah, right."

Joy just nodded in agreement, but hid a smirk. She knew that only in a matter of minutes, Mick would be fast asleep. He loved to sleep. "Are you...are you worried about Jerome and Mara?"

"Jerome, not so much," Mick said in a low voice, just in case Fabian heard him. "But Mara, yeah." Joy cracked a smile, imagining what Mara would say if she knew that Mick was worried about her. She would probably be ecstatic. "I just kind of want to get out of here."

Joy raised her eyebrows. "I thought you wanted to stay and find Mr. Tumnus and what-not?"

"I don't know...this whole thing has gotten really out of hand." Mick admitted. "I mean, this whole kings and queens thing? It's crazy."

Joy chewed her bottom lip. "Mick? Do you think there really is a Chosen One?"

Mick shook his head. "No way. The whole thing...it's ridiculous. I mean, can you see any of us being Kings and Queens and Chosen Ones or whatever? Imagine Alfie as a King, if you will." Joy giggled, and Mick smirked. "Why? Do you think there's a Chosen One?"

"I don't know," Joy murmured, fiddling with her blanket. "I mean, it's silly...but maybe? I don't know. It's just...the whole time Mr. Beaver was talking about it...it just gave me this weird feeling."

Mick just nodded, turning to stare up at the night sky. "If there is a Chosen One..." Mick said thoughtfully. "It would probably be Nina or Eddie, I think."

Joy turned to look at him. "Why?"

"Well, it would be the Americans, wouldn't it?"

Joy just rolled her eyes, laughing slightly. "Goodnight, Mick," she said, rolling over and pulling the blanket closer to her chest.

"Goodnight."

Slowly, one by one, the children and the Beavers began dropping off to sleep, the quiet chatter slowly coming to a stop, and the embers of the fire starting to die. The only two people awake were Patricia and Eddie, who still sat in the same position as they had been when they'd first been assigned look-out duty, and still weren't talking.

Finally, Eddie stood up to grab some matches from his pack, using them to relight the fire. Patricia watched him out of the corner of her eye, but immediately snapped her head to the front once he returned to sit down next to her again.

The two of them hadn't spoken a single word to each other since the day Eddie had caught her crying in the corridor, which had been a week ago. Of course, Eddie was still cross at Patricia being cruel to his sister for the past few weeks, and blaming everything on her only a few hours ago, while Patricia was still cross with him for yelling at her in the dining hall and bringing up her dad and seeing her crying in the corridor.

You have every right to be furious at her, Eddie reminded himself. She's been horrible. But the more he kept telling himself that, the more and more guilty he felt. If he really thought about it, he had said some pretty rude things during their fight in the dining hall. He'd made the Patricia Williamson cry. And the look on her face when he'd caught her in the corridor...

"I'm sorry," Eddie blurted out before he even really knew what he was doing.

Patricia turned to him sharply, surprised. "What?"

"Come on, are you going to make me say it again?" Eddie squirmed uncomfortably. He hadn't apologized for something in...well, he couldn't even remember. Patricia crossed her arms over her chest expectantly, and Eddie sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry. Okay? I mean, I'm not expecting you to forgive me or anything, but the guilt was just...eating at me." Eddie ducked his head embarrassedly as Patricia hid a smile. "I guess...I guess I shouldn't have yelled at you last week and said all of those things. Especially because they weren't true, and they were really rude." He paused. "And I didn't mean to make you c-"

"Yeah, I know," Patricia immediately cut him off, shifting awkwardly. "I get it." She sighed. "I'm sorry too," she admitted. Eddie arched his eyebrows in surprise. "I suppose I might've been a little rude-"

"A little?" Eddie scoffed.

"Hey," Patricia warned. Eddie rolled his eyes and let her finish. "To you and your sister. I said a lot of nasty things last week in the dining room that weren't true and were things I shouldn't have said. And I suppose, if I'm being honest...I gave your sister a pretty hard time. I treated her like she was insane, and, it turns out, she wasn't. And I suppose I have been blaming everything on her since we've got her...which, I suppose, is rather childish and isn't very fair. So...I guess...I'm sorry."

Eddie raised his eyebrows. "You guess?"

Patricia huffed. "Fine! I'm very, truly sorry. Are you happy?"

"Very." Eddie smirked at her, the same smirk he always gave her when he was being arrogant. Which was, generally, all the time. Patricia crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him, trying to ignore the happy butterflied that were bouncing around in her stomach. She'd almost missed this. Almost. "Although, party of your apology might have been directed towards the wrong person..." He said, pointedly glancing over at Nina, who was fast asleep.

"Do you mean that I just apologized for no reason at all?" Patricia demanded.

"Well, not really. I mean, I did get the satisfaction of hearing the Patricia Williamson - or Yacker, which I highly prefer -" Patricia rolled her eyes, "apologize. I mean, how often does that happen? And you went on about it, too - hey!" He cried as Patricia punched him in the shoulder. "You might want to take some lessons on apologizing, though. Doesn't seem like you've had much practice."

"Oh, like you're one to talk!" Patricia scoffed.

"As a way to go, though, how did I do?" Eddie asked, smirking.

"Awful," Patricia declared. Then she gave him the tiniest of smiles. "But, apology accepted."

Eddie tried to repress the large smile that was beginning to break out across his face, but lost. Instead, he sat there, beaming at Patricia like some sort of idiot. But, honestly, he didn't really care. He was just sort of glad that they didn't hate each other anymore.

Or at least, really hate each other.

"Now that you two have kissed and made up," said a groggy voice from behind them. The two of them turned around to see Mick, glaring sleepily at them. "Can you shut up already?"

Patricia laughed. "Got your knickers in a twist, Mick?" Eddie snickered. Mick groaned and slumped back onto the snow, wrapping himself up in his blanket tighter.

Still, Eddie and Patricia didn't really say anything after that, just sat there and stared at the empty forest. A few hours later, Eddie's vision was starting to get hazy and he was starting to nod off, until he felt something on top of him. He looked down at Patricia, who was now curling into a ball on the ground, her head resting in his lap. I widened my eyes in surprise. "Uh, Yacker..."

"Shut up, I'm sleeping," Patricia muttered, her words slurring together.

Patricia's dark red hair splayed across his lap and he stared at it curiously through his blurry, sleepy gaze. Eddie had always kind of liked her hair. He liked the way that sometimes it was a vibrant red, and then sometimes it was so dark, it could've been almost a light black. And it was always so thick looking, too.

And maybe it was the cold, or the fact that Eddie was so tired, but suddenly, he had the urge to run his fingers through Patricia's hair.

So, he did - tentatively at first. It was thick, but not rough...it was kind of soft. Ish.

So he ran his hands through it again.

A/N:

ugh I'm so sorry that I can't write Peddie omg please forgive me

Sorry this chapter was a little bit of a filler...I just needed Patricia and Eddie to make up and I needed a bunch of the other characters to have conversations with other characters and I'm sorry if it seemed kind of coupley and if it was too long.

Also there were a lot of quotes from the show in this chapter...like the, "Just count sheep, that's what I always do." "Amber, counting sheep doesn't keep you awake. In fact, it does just the opposite." "Oh...so that's why it never worked."

And also the "It would be the American, wouldn't it?" (which is Jerome's line but I gave it to Mick just because I needed it in this story) and "As a way to go, how did I do?" "Terrible...but, apology accepted." Aaaand "Everytime I do, something just draws me back in." (I love that quote so much)

(Props to you if you can name the episode they're from and/or what situation it's used in)

QUESTION FOR THE CHAPTER: Which Narnia character are you most like? I asked which HOA character you were most like last chapter, so I decided to ask which Narnia character for this chapter. It doesn't have to be one of the Pevensies, either. I think I'm most like either Lucy Pevensie or Jill Pole - Lucy because she loves to have fun and be imaginative, and Jill...I don't know, I think she's just a really relatable character for everyone. I don't know, these two characters have always been my favorites of the series (along with Edmund and Eustace) and I've just always related to them the most.

Thanks for reading and please review! :)