So sorry this is so late! The homework is piling up, and I'm in a public speaking contest. The delightful hbhs12 owns this plot, so go check them out!I hope you like it!
I don't own House of Anubis.
When the shiny red Mini pulled up outside Anubis house, Patricia felt sick. She felt bile rise in her throat, and after quickly hugging Trudy and kissing her cheek, she dashed inside and sat by the toilet. No vomit came, but tears did. They rolled quickly down her cheeks, smudging her Maybelline: The Falsies mascara so that it fell in lines down her face, and leaving her kohl eye pencil in huge rings around her eyes. She hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face in them, holding both her hands and pretending one was his.
Patricia cried for an hour. She put her head in her hands, she yelled, she threw a toilet roll (two ply – Amber would kill her) and then she finally managed to crawl along the tiles and lie curled up on her bed, tears still running down her face. Eddie had stopped frantically texting and calling her, but she had thirty seven missed calls and thirty voice mails. Opening one, she listened as his voice drifted down the phone.
"Patricia, please talk to me! I need to know that you got home 're freaking me out. Please, call me back. Or text me. Just let me know why you dumped me. I'm not gonna drop the 'L.O.V.E' bomb and guilt you into coming back, because I respect your decision. Just talk to me - just give me a reason?"
Her phone clattered to the floor as she lobbed it at the door.
She stopped crying after a few hours. She wiped her eyes, re-applied foundation and gently squeezed a few of Joy's eye-brightening drops into her eyes. Putting on a comically wide grin, she wandered downstairs to Trudy, who passed her a hot chocolate and a small cake. Winking, Trudy left, and Patricia sipped her drink, trying desperately to still her shaking hands. They continued to quake, and she gave up, slamming the mug down on the countertop. Sloshing over the side, the drink spilled at the sudden impact, but Patricia simply slumped down onto the table, heading her hands, and dry-sobbed. No tears would come - her eyes were dry, even with the drops.
Her life became a repetitive sequence of false smiles and used tissues. Wake up, eat, listen to music, eat, watch television, eat, sleep. All through it she grinned manically at Trudy, who believed every word. It was a dance of deceit, skillfully played out so many times that it became second nature.
One evening, when she finally let her facade fall and began to sob, a mousy brown haired girl with tan skin and wide eyes bust through the door.
"Hello Anubis!" She yelled, throwing her bags onto her bed and flinging her hands into the air. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Patricia, curled up and shaking on her bed.
"Trixie… What happened?" Joy asked, rushing over to embrace her friend. Her grip was tight and comforting, and Patricia just cried into her shoulder.
Joy was worried now. Patricia never let anyone see if she was sad - not even Joy. Usually she just yelled at people; at least until she met Eddie. The angry girl finally opened up to someone, and she was so happy.
Joy gasped.
"Patricia… Was it Eddie?" The auburn haired girl nodded, her sobs stopping. Sitting up, she breathed deeply, in through her nose, out through her mouth. Nodding, she wiped her eyes and opened her mouth, letting out a yawn. Grieving over a breakup (especially when she was the one who instigated it) was tiring.
"Oh God! Patty, what did he do? If he hurt you - I'll bloody kill him!" Patricia shook her head rapidly, silencing Joy's rant.
"I dumped him." She stated simply. Again, Joy exhaled sharply. First in relief, then in shock, then in confusion.
"Why? I thought you loved him," Patricia immediately tensed up, breaking away from Joy. Looking defensive, she hunched her shoulders and frowned.
"I do!" Joy was completely baffled now. Patricia was weird, sure, but this was a whole new level.
"Why did you leave him then?" She asked. Patricia went blank. She began her breathing again, her shoulders shaking.
"I don't want to talk about it. Just be all sympathetic, will you?" Joy nodded deliberately, furrowing her brows. Patricia sat next to her, propped up on pillows and the headboard.
"I have some sappy films - we can watch them and laugh at the stupid characters, if you want?" Joy asked meekly. Patricia just nodded, blinking back tears.
"I have to ask though - if you dumped him, why are you so upset?" Patricia shook her head, rumpled red hair flowing over her shoulders.
"I just - I don't know if I was ready to end it. I regret it now, so much. Maybe it's just confusion?" Joy sighed. She's never been in a proper relationship, and she was sure she was more qualified on the subject than her friend.
"Honestly Patty: I don't know what to do with you. You're so in love with him you don't even realise! Just ask him to take you back!" Tear tracks still etched across her cheeks, Patricia shook her head sharply.
"I can't! Sure, I want to, but what if the breakup was the right decision? I can't break his heart twice, Joy!" Shushing her friend with a calming pat on the back, Joy grabbed her laptop, clicked open a DVD and pushed it into the slot.
"What are you doing?" Patricia moaned, but Joy ignored her, pushing her friend backwards and setting the computer between them.
"Please. I'm your best friend - you think I don't know how to make you smile?" Joy laughed slightly, and Patricia's lips curled up slightly.
"Forrest Gump?" Joy just smiled, digging Patricia in the ribs.
"We'll talk more later, yeah? Let's just… watch."