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Chapter 6, Afternap

Eddie

"So, I trust our princess will be sleeping on the couch?" I asked, grinning at her.

"Oh no, oh no you don't. I will sleep on the FLOOR." She snarled back at me.

"Um, okay. Whatever." I wasn't expecting her to react like that.

The room was really dark and as I sunk deep into the couch I heard Patricia rustling around in her sleeping bag. Everyone had been tiptoeing around us since our names got pulled out of the bag. It was kind of funny, actually. Although by the end of the night, when I would probably have scars all over my face, it wouldn't be funny then. I quickly banished the thought of my handsome face with scars on it. Briefly I remembered I snored, and almost laughed out loud. Yakker was going to be one angry goth when she woke up.

Okay. I really needed some sleep, because seriously I was starting to daydream a little. Just a little, that is.

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Eddie

It was like 2:30 am in the morning, I thought groggily. What on earth had woken me up?

I heard a creaking from upstairs. Quick as a flash - or rather, really slowly because I just woke up - I jumped out of my heap of blankets. The couch was surprisingly broad and I almost ended up slipping back down again.

"Eddie?" I heard Patricia's voice coming from somewhere near me. She sounded frightened; Yakker, frightened?

I heard the creaking noise again. "Find the grave of my murderer," came a voice from above. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Anna! In the confusion of my mind, I slowly worked out that Patricia must have heard the voice, woke up, and gotten freaked out. It was easy to see why, even if she was a goth; it was completely dark in the room and I couldn't even see where she was, let alone where the voice was coming from.

"Okay, okay!" I said, probably not in the most intelligent voice. "We'll find the grave of your murderer!" I yelled.

At the moment that seemed like a really smart thing to do, yelling 'okay okay' at the angry ghost. But I'm not at my best in the mornings, and certainly not at 2:30 am. I briefly excused myself for the obvious blunder.

Slowly, a hiss died away. "Find him..." were the ghost's last words.

"Okay okay? That's what you say to the angry ghost?" Yakker said from somewhere in the darkness, echoing my own thoughts.

"Look Patricia, I'm tired, I just got woken up by a ghost, and you still haven't told your mystery squad's what's going on; so we have nothing to do, except try and figure it out in the morning." I sighed and tried to make my way back to the couch in the pitch black room.

Unfortunately, I had gotten turned around when I heard her voice, and the couch was actually right behind me, not to my right as I thought. What was to my right, however, was a very startled Patricia Williamson.

She had made her way over to the couch by pure luck and was standing adjacent to me. I walked directly into her, getting a yelp, and suddenly we both fell onto the couch.

"Well, this is awkward," I said. Okay, I did say I'm not at my best in the mornings.

"Um, yeah... wait is that your elbow on my shoulder?" She asked, suddenly suspicious.

I shifted slightly. "Um, no, that's my chin," I affirmed.

I felt her elbow in my nose. "Ow!" I complained. "Fine! If you're so eager to get away from me, go back on the floor!"

I could tell she was smirking. "Oh brave knight, why don't you go on the floor?"

"Because you're pinning me to the couch," I said in exasperation.

"Oh."

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Eddie

I blinked my eyes open in the soft morning light. The clock on the arm of the couch read 7:30. Not bad, considering the scare we had both had.

Then I realized. She hadn't actually gotten off the couch.

Man, she was hot. Wait... did I just think that about Yakker? Well she was kind of sleeping right next to me, I justified.

And - I grinned - she was snoring. Looks like I wasn't the only one with that particular problem.

"Rise and shine, Snorer." I gently shook her.

"Oy!" She squirmed away from me as soon as I woke her up.

Quickly we both go up, Patricia preparing to hit me and I preparing to defend myself.

As she rose her hand to slap me, and I knew this time it would hurt, I grabbed her hands and held them there in the air.

"Hey!" she protested.

Quickly, she stopped protesting as for whatever reason, I leaned forward and kissed her.

Um yeah... that went SO fast you would not believe it. I know some of you like the mystery, so we'll get back to that in the next chapter. But seriously, don't blame me when... *gasp* is something going to go wrong? Nah, I never do interesting plots like that...

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~Iceshadow~