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Well, this is it. Thank you to everyone who was a part of this story in some way, shape, or form. I really hope you enjoy the last installment of Under The Radar- this whole fic has been amazing to write and you guys gave me such amazing reviews. I really love you all.

Epilogue

It was months later that the Williamson family were 'cordially invited' to Ms. Miller's wedding. Patricia knew the invitation would come eventually, but it still made her smile, looking at the fancy script on crème paper. She had asked Eddie how he felt about his mother's marriage, but all he had given her was a rueful smile. Anyone could tell he liked David as a person- Patricia had met the man once when she got invited to the Millers' house, and Eddie had laughed and joked around with him the whole time. But as the wedding neared closer, it seemed to hit her boyfriend that David wasn't just his friend anymore- he was going to be his father. No, that wasn't right. Mr. Sweet was his father. But David was going to be something more than just somebody to hang out with. He was going to live in Eddie's house, and he was going to take the position of the father. It was unsettling for both Eddie and Mr. Sweet, and Patricia knew for fact that the both had talked about it several times. But even though Eddie was anxious about the wedding, he also seemed happier. Content, as if he had come to terms that his mother was getting married and was willing to accept it. And in turn, Patricia herself was happier just being with him.

And so here she was, straightening out her dress as she watched David and Eddie's mum share their first dance. The floor soon became open to all couples, and Patricia looked up when Eddie tapped her shoulder and held out a hand.

"Dance with me?" he asked, grinning.

"I thought you didn't like dancing," she pointed out smartly.

"It's my mom's wedding, c'mon, I have to do something," Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, gently tugging her up. Patricia sighed and got out of her chair, looking at him suspiciously.

"I can't dance," she said, as if that would deter him. But Eddie just shrugged and led her closer to the dance floor.

"I can't either," he confessed.

"Then how do I know you won't step on my toes like, a billion times?" Patricia raised an eyebrow, pretending it was a serious question while biting back a smile.

"Think you'll just have to trust me on that one," Eddie said easily before stiffening. Trust. He was pretty sure Patricia trusted him now, but she hadn't exactly voiced it and the casual joke had now become serious. He studied her carefully and Patricia seemed to catch on to what he was implying- did she trust him?

"Guess I'll take my chances," she muttered softly, placing her hands on his shoulders just like everyone else was doing to their respective partners. Eddie felt a stupid grin stretch across his face- she did trust him. It didn't seem like it should've been a big deal but honestly? Eddie knew Patricia was closed off and reserved to most people and it just made him feel all warm inside that she had decided to trust someone and it had been him.

"I trust you too," he whispered carefully, and Patricia beamed for a moment before looking around. She hissed, "You're supposed to spin me now."

"Oh," Eddie said, clumsily spinning her around a minute later than the other couples. Patricia rolled her eyes but went along with it, slowly getting back into the rhythm of swaying back and forth. "You know, for someone that can't dance you're doing pretty well."

Patricia shrugged and looked him up and down. "You're okay," she said dryly, but she was teasing and they both knew it. Most of the time, she joked around and teased him and Eddie had learned not to take any of her comments that seriously.

Eddie laughed as they swayed from side to side, casting a look at his mother, who looked simply wonderful, bright and smiling. It made him smile too, and he turned back to Patricia, who raised an eyebrow but dismissed it soon enough.

"Are you ever going to give me back that shirt?" Eddie finally asked randomly, causing Patricia to stumble slightly. Truth be told, his shirt had been at the back of her closet for a while now and she hadn't even thought about it. It would be stupid to wear it considering with Eddie in the window across, he'd notice and she'd get teased for her whole life. He winked, "I really do like that shirt, you know. Technically, you stole it from me."

"You gave it to me," Patricia replied with mock indigence.

"Not true," Eddie shot back. "I let you borrow it, if I had known you would hold it hostage for like eight months I never would've even given it to you. Do you like secretly wear it or something?" he teased her. "Do girls actually do that? Do you wear it behind my back because I never see you with it on-"

"Shut up, you're so annoying," Patricia rolled her eyes before pressing her lips to his for a brief moment. Neither were big fans of PDA- mostly Patricia- so her kissing him right now was definitely a surprise. But Eddie simply grinned- because who was he to object to a kiss- and spun her around again.

Truth be told, they weren't sure if they loved each other. They weren't sure if they would be those people that everybody knew in high school that went on to get married and have kids or anything like that. Right now, they were just Patricia and Eddie. Two teenagers who really liked each other, two people who shared an immense bond.

And for right now, that was okay.