DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis.

Saturdays were the best, in Patricia's opinion. It was the one day she was free of school and all the popular people…but on the negative side, it was also the day she was stuck with her twin, Piper.

In Patricia's not-so-humble opinion, Piper was the reason they were here. Piper was the one with the fancy musical talent, she was why they came all the way to this stupid town to attend her stupid private music academy. Patricia would've been fine going into boarding in the area she used to live in- she wasn't much better off there, but the thought of beginning again killed her. But, no, nothing ever turned out the way Patricia wanted it.

So she was stuck in this school.

She found herself thinking about yesterday more than she was supposed to, thinking of the way Eddie just rushed up to her after school. As if he…wanted to talk to her.

Weird, nobody wanted to talk to her at that school, much less the most popular guy.

And so she pushed him away, because that was all she had ever done. It was in her nature, what was he expecting? For him to say two sentences and Patricia to spill her life story and be bawling in his arms by the end of the day?

Yeah, right.

Patricia turned on her side so she could face Piper. Their bedroom was relatively large, and Piper and Patricia had agreed to evenly split it down the middle. Patricia took the side by the window and decorated it in band posters and dark accessories. Piper took the side by the door and used it as storage for her abundance of instruments. The difference between the two could not be any more obvious just at first look.

"Morning, Patricia!" Piper smiled as she made her bed, but Patricia just groaned at her cheery disposition, delving further into her pillow. She didn't want to get up, didn't want to face the day. Piper frowned at her sister's reluctance before making her way over to Patricia's side of the room. Piper always felt uncomfortable here, it was like she was surrounded with depression. "C'mon," she shook Patricia's shoulder. "We're going to the neighbor's house for dinner and we need to get ready."

Patricia rolled her eyes, sitting up and swatting Piper's hand off her shoulder. "You do realize that dinner is in the evening, right?" This was normal, she could be this way, rude and feisty in front of Piper. And Piper wouldn't care, because this was just the way Patricia was. What Piper didn't know was that Patricia didn't say these kinds of things at school, she didn't say anything at school. In all honesty, Patricia wasn't sure if Piper would even believe her if she told her twin the truth about who she really was at school.

Piper continued on as if Patricia hadn't said anything, "Mum told me we live next to a guy the same age as us, he probably goes to your school. Now, remember, when we get there, you have to eat with your mouth closed…."

Was he just being nice or did he live somewhere near her? She hadn't familiarized herself with the neighborhood yet, but she desperately hoped it wasn't the latter.

She had desperately hoped it wasn't the latter.

But as Patricia was learning quickly, nothing ever turned out the way she wanted.

Eddie tapped his foot to the beat of Sick Puppies' "Odd One." Stretched out on the couch and mentally plotting how to get Patricia to go out with him was harder than he thought. He didn't even know how to approach her now, it'd obviously be even more awkward.

"Eddie?" His mum called, and the boy looked up to see his mom in front of him, hands on hips in a determined manner, tapping her foot impatiently. Eddie slid off his headphones, sensing the anger that was radiating off his mother, and she frowned, "Why aren't you ready yet?"

"Ready?" he echoed, eyebrows furrowing. "For what, are we going somewhere?"

"No, the new neighbors are coming over, I told you this morning," Ms. Miller reprimanded him, as if he should've known. And maybe he should've, but overall Eddie was just surprised. He didn't remember his mom ever saying anything about that, if he did, he would've prepared a while ago. Patricia was coming over to his house, how much weirder could things get?

"Right," Eddie nodded, still looking down, mind racing, full of possible scenarios. The worst being that Patricia told his mom how she was treated at school by his group, how he had kind of tried to flirt with her yesterday. Eddie wasn't the nicest guy around, but he did make it a point to please his mom. He felt as if he owed it to her in some way.

"There are two girls, both your age," Ms. Miller informed him, sitting down on the couch, and his head shot up in surprise. Two? Was there a second Patricia, did Patricia have a twin? And if so, why was this twin of hers never at school? Frobisher High was the only school around here, it was rated one of the best in the district, it was a very prestigious school, and parents loved it. So why would Mr. and Mrs. Williamson only enroll one daughter? Unless the other had skipped a grade….or flunked a grade…Eddie shook his head as Ms. Miller kept talking, "I think one of them goes to your school, do you know her? Patricia Williamson?"

"I might've heard her name once or twice," Eddie mumbled, gathering his laptop and headphones in his hands and running upstairs. Slamming his bedroom door shut, he slowed his breathing and set his laptop on his desk. He had to impress her, had to get her to go out with him if he wanted to end the bet once and for all. Eddie quickly rummaged through his closet, finding his good black shirt. Patricia liked black, right? She wore it practically every day. Slipping it on over his tank, Eddie surveyed himself in the mirror. He looked good, now all there was left to do was wait for the Williamsons.

Tapping out a random beat on his thigh, Eddie waited until the ring of the doorbell filled his ears and his mother's call penetrated the silence. Rushing down the stairs, he sighed.

It was time.