(A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry if the chapter sucks, I wrote it during school! *rebel* Hehe, lol… Alright, alright, I'll stop blabbing and let you wonderful people read! Enjoy n review plz!)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA, HP or THG
Patricia's POV
I lay in bed, with Eddie's arm wrapped around my waist. After yesterday's 'coffee' incident, we came back home and watched… about three films. Namely… uh… Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets, The Hunger Games… and… I don't remember the third one… Bleh… I try to pull out of his grip, nut it just gets tighter and tighter.
"Eddie, do you want no wife or what?" I manage to say, oxygen not flowing into me. "Lemme go," I whined.
"No. You're mine," he said into my hair, but weakening his grip.
"Now?" I ask.
"Now and forever," he mumbles, still sleepy.
"Yea, yea, whatever," I say, managing to shrug him off.
"Aw, so you don't want me forever?" he says, pouting.
"Yup," I say sarcastically, walking over to the bathroom to take a shower. Today's going to be a LONG day… We were going to go out for dinner to a fancy restaurant (I know I don't do restaurants, but today was our one week anniversary, so whatever…).
"Get up, Slimeball. And take a shower, you stink," I smirk and lock the bathroom door.
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A few minutes later
"OH MY GOSH!" I scream flipp'n loud as I feel a hand on me.
"Babe, chillax," he grins and tries to get into the shower, still fully clothed. I don't even scream at him for calling me 'babe'.
"EDISON IDIOT SWEET MILLER!" I exclaim, naked and dripping wet from the water. "WHAT THE FUC* DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN HERE?" I scream my head off.
"Gee, Yacker. Just CALM DOWN. I'm not a stranger or anything…" he smirks.
"I DON'T CARE WHETHER YOU'RE A STRANGER OR MY HUSBAND, GET OUT!"
"Okay, okay…" he smirks and walks towards the door.
"By the way," he starts, turning around. "You left your hairpin by the door," he smirks again and walks out.
"Jerk," I mutter and continue rinsing off.
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A few minutes later
I was done now – just needed to towel off. I reached up for the towel… but…
No towel… None whatsoever…
Realisation hits me as I groan – he had taken the towel – Eddie had taken my towel.
"You're so dead," I mutter under my breath as I grind my teeth.
"Eddie!" I call. I playful face pops round the door.
"How may I be of assistance?" he smirked, but this time, it was his signature smirk.
"Give me my fuc*en towel back, you little…"
"Little what?" Eddie says, smiling widely.
"You little smelly toad," this time, it was my turn to smirk.
"Ah, whatever," he says, handing me my towel. "We gotta leave in 10," he says before walking out.
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At the restaurant
"May I take your order?" asked a waiter. I looked closely at his badge to catch his name. Brendon.
"Um, I'll have a Greek Salad, please," I said.
"I'll have a Chicken Burger with Ribs, a Hoagie and… a coke," Eddie said, hungrily.
"Food will be ready in a few minutes," he said, walking away.
"Gosh, Eddie, this is a fancy restaurant… You order a Hoagie?" I muttered, laughing on the inside.
"Whaaaat? I'm hungry," Eddie whined.
"Still… It's morning… it's breakfast… You eat a simple salad, not a… nevermind," I said, as Eddie's eyes wandered to the kitchen, where the world's biggest Hoagie was on display.
"Boys," I muttered.
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A few minutes later
"Foods here!" Eddie and I exclaim both at the same time.
"I'm gonna go wash my hands quickly, yea?" I say, getting up.
"Kay," Eddie said, already munching away.
"Pig," I say, walking away, laughing.
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As I come out of the bathroom and turn in the direction of our table, I notice a blond at the table. Britney. I groan, but it looks like they're having a deep conversation, so I decide to listen. I go nearer and sit at one of the closer tables, back turned to them.
"You're married?!" Britney exclaims.
"Yea…" Eddie says uncomfortably.
"But… with who? That British girl? Patrice, or something?"
"Patricia, and yes,"
"Why her? Don't you remember this? What you said to me?" she exclaims. I don't know what she was referring to, so I turned my head slightly. I just stare, as I catch sight of it. A ring. A RING!
"Britney, that was a promise ring, not an engagement ring," Eddie mutters.
"EXACTLY! A PROMISE RING!" she shouts. Thank goodness the restaurant was close to empty.
"We were 15 – young and immature. Besides, you KNOW I was a playboy. I moved countries; did you expect me to wait for what, 4 years?"
"YES! I've never been with anyone since you gave me the promise ring, and I've never taken it off! Not once! And now you show up in America, with a fuc*en foreigner, MARRIED!" she finishes. I wasn't even angry when she swore at me. All I could feel was jealousy, bubbling up inside me. I was like a volcano about to erupt. I quietly got out the restaurant, caught a taxi or as they say, a cab, and went home.
I fell on my bed and never woke up.
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(A/N: I'M BAAACCCCKKK! :D:D:D I wrote half of this chapter before I left, and just completed it… Hehe… Anyways, now I have time to write before my report comes out… which I know is gonna be awful… so if I don't update for more than a week without warning… know that it means my technology has been swallowed up by my mam… Anyways, REVIEW! :D:D:D LUV U GUYZ XXX)