This is for hbhs12 for coming first in my competition. Check them out, they're amazing and lovely and so nice. They own the plot to this story, I'm just writing it. So sorry it's late, I was ill‼ I don't own House of Anubis.

"You're… what?" Eddie gasped, looking me straight in the eyes, confused and hurt. "You're breaking up with me?" I nod, taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Sighing, I begin to turn away, picking up my bags and heading towards the boarding gate. But there is a warm, large calloused hand gripping my shoulder, and it spins me round, pulling me back. Eddie stares down at me, his eyes sad and filled with tears. I know he won't cry. Not here, not now. When he gets home? God, he'll sob like hell. I just know it.

"I'm sorry." I say, barely able to get the words out. I am sorry, so sorry. But I can't do this!

"Then why are you leaving me?" He asks his voice stronger and less sad. He looks like he is about to cry, or punch a wall. Or both.

"It's… too fast. I can't do it. I can't make you happy. You'll find a prettier girl, a better girl," I turn away, and this time Edison Sweet lets me run away from him, from America, from the first guy I've ever been in love with.

I sit on the plane, burrowing into my seat. We are delayed for half an hour. Half an hour of Eddie blowing up my phone with calls and texts and voicemails. I ignore and delete them and finally text him back. Just four little words I hope I don't regret.

'I can't do this.' He replies continuously, all of his texts the same

'Why?'

'What happened?'

'Talk to me‼!'

'Answer your phone!'

'Yacker pick up!'

'Please answer!'

'What did I do?'

Finally, I turn off my phone. I don't want to see how sad he is, how much I have disappointed him. How I broke him heart and stamped on it in my red converse and poured milk over it for good measure. Greta. Now that's the image I have. I think I might vomit.

A flight attendant stands at the front of the plane, demonstrating life jackets. I furrow my brows, then clench my fists and breathe. It was a lot easier flying across the ocean with Eddie next to me.

No! I can't think about that.

The woman at the front is now putting on a bright yellow oxygen mask, pulled from a box near the suitcase of a disgruntled man with blonde hair. Eddie? Everyone on the plane resembles him now, even the pilot.

I hear a whir and feel a vibration, and then the plane is rolling down the runway. We are tilted backwards and then there is a feeling of weightlessness. This coupled with the pain in my ears and lack of Eddie (who I know it was completely right to break up with), sends me spiralling down into a violent panic attack.

The entire plane feels too small, too stuffy and claustrophobic. Everything spins, and the walls of the cabin close in on me. My breathing comes in short, dogged pants, and my heart rate rises dramatically. I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't speak. The world is fuzzy now, and my hearing feels as if I am slowly drowning, water flooding my ears. Black spots, a little blurry at the edges…

"Miss, are you alright‽" Says the short woman sitting next to me. After a sharp intake of breath, I turn to look at her, and I see in her face that she really does care. And that feels good, because no one's ever really cared that much about me – except the people at Anubis and Piper. Everyone else just sort of tossed me aside.

"Y-yeah… I'm good," I mutter, heartbeat slowing to a more normal pace. I close my eyes and breathe gently, gripping the armrests like a lifeline. Yep: so much better when Eddie was there.

"Fear of flying?" She asks quietly, her hand patting my knee gently. I nod slowly.

"Something like that."

For the rest if the flight, I close my eyes, grip the armrests in a vice like hold and huddle into the scratchy nylon seat. Then I eat crappy aeroplane food from a sectioned plate and look nostalgically out of the window at America.

No, I won't miss it. Definitely not.

But I might, just might, miss a tall, blonde, leather jacketed doofus with small brown eyes and really, really good kissing skills.

The landing is less painful, with less panic. I just breath and suck on a boiled sweet I found at the bottom of my carry-on. The minute we are allowed to turn on our phones, I call Trudy to ask for a lift to Anubis. My parents are away and my house is in Essex – it's just too far away. SO I stay at Anubis; it's easier, and I'm completely prepared for the next term at school.

Trudy meets me in the airport foyer (A/N: Do Airports have foyers?) and hugs me tightly. I smile gently, hugging her back, but now all I can feel is hurt. Hundreds, thousands of miles away across the ocean, Eddie is there, my ex-boyfriend who I broke up with because it was all going too fast. I was scared. I am a coward and a cruel, spiteful witch. No wonder people don't like me.

"Patricia dear, are you alright?" Trudy shakes my shoulder and I paint on a bright, false smile and nod my head rapidly. We walk to the car and I hop into the passenger seat, as Trudy drives back to the school.

My phone buzzes loudly in my pocket. Eddie. Another text, probably him telling me he's already moved on. I open it and gasp internally. Three words and a small heart emoji, typed six hours ago and sent to my phone. Gosh, I just want to kiss him now.

'I love you.'