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Why had she never kissed anybody before?

Patricia was in pure bliss, all worries washed away as her lips connected with his. It felt right, and she felt his arms snake around her waist while hers wrapped around his neck, their bodies pressing against each other until one couldn't even stick paper between them. It was as if everything was being poured into this one kiss- the anger, the frustration, the hurt, all colliding to provide this passion that she felt when she kissed Eddie-

Eddie.

She kissed Eddie.

Patricia kissed Eddie.

The thought made her jump back, untangling herself from him and wiping her lips furiously.

Her first kiss.

Wasted.

Done.

"What the hell?" Patricia shouted at him, still wiping her lips to get rid of the lingering taste. Oh no, what had she done? This wasn't supposed to happen- why had he kissed her? Why had he kissed her?

Eddie blinked, as if coming to terms with what had just happened. He paused, before regaining his confidence. It was just another kiss. That was it. He had done it to prove his point and if he gave up now, it would've been an invalid effort. "S-see? Nothing?"

Patricia shook in anger- nothing? Her first kiss and it was just 'nothing'? Was that all she was to him? Yes, they agreed to be acquaintances, but the fact of the matter remained: they would never just be acquaintances and the past would always loom over them.

Was it bad that she could still feel him against her in a way, where his strong cologne overpowered her perfume as they collided? Was it wrong she could still feel his fingers against her? Patricia was trying not to think about it as she turned red, "Go!" She pointed towards the door before straightening out her dress and crossing her arms once more.

Needless to say, Eddie was angry. It was his room, and who was Patricia to tell him to get out. "You go," Eddie insisted. "It's my room and it's my house!" Patricia opened her mouth to argue, but couldn't find anything to disprove him with. She gave him a withering glare before exiting the room, hoping her dignity was still intact.

"Patricia?" Piper whispered as her sister came down the stairs. Her mum and Ms. Miller had escaped into the kitchen once more when Patricia and Eddie didn't come down, but Piper's curiosity made her stay behind. She winced, knowing Patricia would be steamed by now. "How'd it go?"

Patricia looked up, her facial expression a cross between angry and betrayed. She stamped her foot indignantly, "How could you do that to me?" Piper recoiled at her tone- it hadn't sounded that bad in her head; she had been doing Patricia a favor. Patricia was usually in denial, and Piper was just helping everything move along faster. "Why would you do that to me, Piper?"

"I didn't-" Piper began, feeling terrible under Patricia's gaze. She had only been trying to help, honestly, and here she was, trying to hold back tears. She and Patricia had their feuds, sure, but most times, it was over something Patricia said. Because Patricia was the honest one, and the feisty one, while Piper was reserved and composed. She lost her cool however when someone yelled at her- she couldn't stand it when someone yelled at her. Piper was fragile in some ways- her best intentions never turned out right, and this was just another example. She tried to push down the lump in her throat as she faced her twin, "Honestly, Patricia, I didn't mean to."

"I told you I didn't like him!" Patricia hissed- she wanted to scream, but she was aware of her surroundings and kept her voice low. "And what do you go and do? You go and meddle in my life."

"Patricia, I swear, I didn't mean any harm," Piper promised.

"Well it doesn't matter what you 'meant', does it?"

"Why, what happened?" Piper asked, eyebrows furrowing. She was glad they were at the Millers' house- now Patricia couldn't yell at her because there were two adults right in the other room, and one of them thought she was a quiet one. Besides, Piper's burning curiosity was back.

Patricia gave her sister a pointed look and fought to keep the blush down. Her cheeks turned red at the thought of their kiss, "None of your business, Piper." Piper studied her twin carefully- a light blush was coloring her cheeks, and now that she looked closer, Patricia's dress wasn't as straight as it had been.

"Did you guys kiss?" Piper squealed quietly, giggling. She knew her efforts hadn't been wasted, she just knew it.

Patricia studied her twin- how had Piper managed to nail it? How had she known? It didn't matter much, because now her blush was darker and her scowl deeper as she thought of it. "No," Patricia denied, lying through her teeth. "No, we didn't." Piper grinned, obviously being able to see through it all.

"Patricia, this is great!" Piper enthused, and Patricia let a sigh of annoyance escape her.

"No! Not great! I don't like him, Piper! I never wanted to kiss him!" How had it not gone through yet? How many times would Patricia have to tell her for it to sink in?

Piper narrowed her eyes at Patricia- the girl was notorious for her lies, but this didn't look like one of them. "Okay," Piper stretched the word out, willing to consider possibilities. "Let's say, hypothetically, you actually don't like him and you didn't feel anything when you kissed-"

"It's not hypothetical!"

"-but why should it matter if you kissed?" The girl raised an eyebrow questioningly and Patricia sighed. "I mean, it's not as if you haven't kissed anybody before." Patricia looked down and itched the back of her neck. She hadn't exactly told Piper she had never been kissed- as aforementioned, Patricia really hated talking about personal things. "Patricia," Piper whispered, seeing her sister standing stock still. "You've never kissed anybody?"

Patricia opened her mouth to say something, to twist the conversation as she usually did. But nothing came out and she felt overcome with embarrassment- she was sixteen, why had she never kissed anybody before? Piper had kissed guys before, so it couldn't have anything to do with looks. And soon enough, she found herself confirming Piper's guess.

"You've never kissed anybody," Piper gaped. "What about that one boy- uh, Jason Winkler, from middle school?"

"He was older than me," Patricia hissed. "And we talked twice. Of course we didn't kiss."

"How could you never tell me?" Piper gasped. They were twins, they were obligated to tell each other everything. Piper told Patricia everything, and she had figured her twin was returning the favor. Maybe she was wrong.

"You told her about the bet?"

Eddie touched his lips as soon as Patricia left- they were still warm from the contact and it made him wince. Okay, admittedly, kissing Patricia had been a bit of a stupid idea- he hadn't expected her to react so harshly though.

The worst part was, he had actually liked it. He had liked the feeling of their bodies against each other, their lips connected. He had forgotten who he was kissing when he was kissing her. If she hadn't pulled back, Eddie might've even started a make-out session.

He cringed at the thought of having a make-out session with Patricia.

Ew. No.

After a few minutes, he finally stood up. Dinner would be ready soon, and as much as he didn't want to see her, he needed to eat. Eating was his stress reliever. Eating made everything better.

In a flash, he was going down the stairs. It was only when he had reached the seventh step did he realize Patricia and Piper was talking at the base of the stairs. Eddie slightly shrugged, tuning in. Maybe they were talking about how the kiss went- depending on whether Patricia had even told Piper about it.

"How could you never tell me?" It was Piper who was speaking, and Eddie gaped. Had Patricia actually taken his advice and told her sister about the bet? Did Piper know now?

Only one way to find out, he told himself, stepping into the conversation.

"You told her about the bet?"

Patricia's gaze turned to him almost instantly, with wide, frantic eyes and pursed lips. Eddie raised an eyebrow- what did that face mean?

"What bet?"

Oh. Eddie looked down- okay, so turns out they hadn't been discussing the bet. But if it wasn't that, then what could it be? How many secrets could Patricia have?

"It's nothing," Eddie quickly back-tracked, watching Patricia out of the corner of her eye. She was shaking her head and muttering to herself while Piper was studying him. Eddie bit his lip- Piper was obviously smarter than this.

"No, tell me," Piper insisted, stopping him from leaving.

Eddie glanced at Patricia, "Well, what were you two talking about?"

"Kissing," Piper answered bluntly, and Eddie's eyes widened. Maybe if he had eavesdropped sooner he would've seen how well Patricia thought his kissing skills were. (Not that he cared, of course.) Piper grinned and winked at Patricia, "Turns out you're the best kiss she's ever had."

Eddie smirked- he knew it, he knew he was good. Having something embarrassing on Patricia made him feel powerful, and he turned to her, "Really?"

Piper began babbling once more, and for a few minutes, Eddie just trained his eyes on Patricia, who was glaring at him furiously. She knew her boundaries though- with Piper around, she couldn't say anything lest she spilled about the bet. He smirked, crossing his arms in a cocky fashion.

"Wait," Piper said, getting back on track. "What do you mean, 'bet'?" The two exchanged glances once more and Piper fumed. "Is this another secret, Patricia? You can trust me, I swear! We're twins!" Patricia seethed at the statement. We're twins! Yes, okay, they were born on the same day to the same mother around the same time, but how did that translate to a matter of trust?

"I'm not telling you," Patricia said firmly, and something flared in Piper's gaze.

"I tell you everything, Patricia," Piper pleaded. "C'mon, please?" The two bickered back and forth and Eddie watched their dynamic curiously before sighing. Even if Patricia didn't think Piper needed to know the truth, some strange part of him told him to tell her. It didn't feel fair for her to be treating him so…nicely after what he had done to her twin.

And suddenly, the words were slipping out, "I used her." Patricia and Piper both paused and Eddie stuffed his hands in his pockets and repeated his words. "I used her." Saying it out loud made it seem worse.

"What do you mean?" Piper asked, and Eddie swallowed.

"I used her. For money. I took her to a party so that I could make some money." Okay, this hurt to say. It made Eddie appear as some kind of villain, and he hated that. Even Piper recoiled in disgust at his words.

"And she wasted her first kiss on you?" Piper spat, obviously caught up in the moment, obviously prepared to defend her sister. A frown crossed over her face before she slapped a hand over her mouth and looked to Patricia. "Oh my god, Patricia, I didn't mean to!"

Eddie blinked in shock. Patricia had never been kissed before him? He had taken her first kiss? No…he hadn't meant that, not at all. All he had wanted to do was prove his point- if he had known the circumstances he never would've kissed her. "I- I'm your first kiss?"

A wave of emotions were crossing Patricia's face- she didn't know how to feel, and she didn't know what to do. She sputtered to say something, but the only thing she could really do was confirm his guess once more. "Leave me alone," she muttered, looking down, unable to meet his eyes. "Where's the washroom?" Eddie pointed in the right direction and she began walking, head bowed, not sure what to think.

It all clicked for Eddie the minute she slipped into the washroom, "Wait, we need to talk about this!" Eddie had morals, and even he knew he needed to apologize because this one was entirely his fault. He couldn't blame Jerome or Mick or anyone else because in the end, he had been the one to initiate the kiss.

But Patricia had already locked herself in the washroom, using it as some kind of sanctum. She wasn't actually going.

Eddie turned to Piper, who still looked horrified for spilling the secret.

"You got a hair pin?"