(A/N: First off, thx to all the reviewers… but… there is one GUEST reviewers who's acting as more than one person. Please own up. Thank you for reviewing, but I want ONE review from ONE person per chapter, not 3 from the same person under different names… And yes, I do get why you'd do that – you want me to update faster… BUT, just keep in mind that I go to school too. Again: PLEASE OWN UP. Thx)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA

Patricia's POV

Oh gosh. I've been 'in hiding' for the past few days. It's been 3 days, 14 hours and… 19 seconds (Yes, I'm counting!) since I kissed Eddie Miller – Doofus Miller, to be precise. I'm sitting on my bed; head between knees, thinking – thinking about 'the night' when it happened. The weird thing was, I felt… sparks? Go down my back and spread throughout my body when I kissed him… OH NO! I can't possibly like him, can I? I groan and stand up. Time for dinner… I sigh and make my way downstairs.

"Hey," says a voice. I jump in fright. I turn around, only to see… well guess who?

"We need to talk," I say, finally plucking up the courage.

"Uh, yea… sure…" he – Eddie says. "Now?" he asks.

"No. After dinner. And quit the glances you shoot me through meals," I say. And with that, I turned around, only to turn back the next second.

"Actually, yes. I want to talk now," I said, changing directions to go into Julian and his room.

In Eddie's room

"Right… I'm hungry, so let's make this snappy," I said, motioning him to close the door.

"Uh, sure…" he says.

"Right, first off, I want you to know that the kiss didn't mean anything… right?" I half explained half asked him.

"Um… right…" he says. "Actually, you know what?" he says suddenly, with a frown on his face.

I groan, "What?" I ask.

"You know that you like me, and in know that I like you too. Why won't you just admit it?" he said.

"Gosh, Eddie, I DO NOT like you!" I said, breaking eye contact.

"Prove it. Prove it," he said, stepping closer to me.

"How?" I asked.

"I dunno… but prove it," he said in a demanding voice.

"Eddie, I could kiss you right now and not mean anything," I said, smirking.

"Oh?" he said in a mocking voice. "Then do it," he said.

"No," I declined.

"Why not?"

"Because… just because…" I said, trailing off.

"Patricia, you're scared. Scared that if you DO kiss me, it WOULD mean something to you," he said, in a whisper.

"Scared? Me? Patricia Williamson, SCARED? Ha," I said, right into his face.

"Patricia, I've said this about 10 times. PROVE IT," he said, walking up even closer to me.

"Fuc*. If that's what you want, FINE," I said, before grabbing his jacket and pulling it towards me. Our lips got in a… lip crash, and we made out. Not kissed, but made out. Soon, it turned rough – very rough.

"Eddie! Dinner!" I heard Trudy say. We both jumped back in fright – I was on one side of the bedroom, and him on the other. He smirks at me.

"Coming Trudy!" he quickly calls. Then, he walks up to me again, and whispers in my ear.

"You call THAT, nothing?"

And with that, he walked out.

At the dinner table

Over dinner, which was steak, Eddie and I kept on giving each other flirty glances.

"Oh gosh, you two. Stop having sex with your eyes and EAT! You're gonna make me throw up!" Julian exclaims. He immediately covered his mouth with his hand and stared at me.

"Julian…" I growled. I'm sorry, but scaring the shi* out of this boy is just SO fun!

"P-p-pa-Patricia… I-I-I d-didn't… I-I'm s-s-s-sorry…" and with that, he dashed out of the room. Eddie and I burst out in laughter; meanwhile the others looked at us strangely.

Back in Eddie's bedroom

Eddie's POV

Gosh I loved this girl. I just completed a mission: get her to admit that she has feelings for me. Next mission: get her to go out with me… Damn, that's gonna be hard… I look at her: she's sitting on my bed, listening to my (and her) favorite band – Sick Puppies. I walk over to my phone and switch the music off.

"What the hell?" she demands.

"I need to ask you something…"

"What?" she snaps. Oh well, here it goes…

"Will you hook u- I mean, go out with me?" I asked, with a hopeful expression on my face…

"…"

(A/N: Hehe cliffie… What will she say? Dun dun dun… I have finals coming up for 8th grade, so I'm gonna be quite busy… Thx!)