Chapter 18: Honeymoon – Explanations
(A/N: Hey guys… WARNING: This chapter will be boring… But don't worry! I've got the next… 5 chapters pumped out! :D I've also started to write the sequel, but it won't be out before this is finished, so… yea… R&R!)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own HoA
Patricia's POV
Ring ring, ring ring…
I wake up and grab my phone that was in my pocket. I don't bother checking the caller ID, since I was still half asleep.
"Patricia?" came Eddie's voice. My brain quickly registers what had happened in the last 3 hours.
"I'm at home, bye," I say coldly and press 'end call'.
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A few minutes later, I hear the front door open and close.
"Patricia?"
"…"
"Patricia?"
"…"
"PATRICIA?"
"WHATTTT?"
"Where are you?"
"No-where," I mutter before the door opens, revealing Eddie.
"What the hell? You said you'd wash your hands, not come home," he said, obviously pissed off.
"Yea, whatever…"
"So? You owe me an explanation," he said grumpily.
"NO! YOU OWE ME AN EFFEN EXPLANATION!" I scream. He jumps back, surprised. His face dims as realisation hits him.
"You heard Britney talk to me, didn't you?" he quietly asks.
"How do… nevermind… Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, calmly.
"Because it didn't matter. It was ages ago, and it wasn't even a proposal…" he says, looking everywhere but at me.
"…"
"Hello?" he says, looking at me.
"So you thought it wasn't important enough?" I asked.
"Yea… And I was sure I'd never see her again…" he trails off. "Besides, we were 15. This kinda stuff is pretty normal in America… Teens giving each other 'promise rings' at the age… When I moved to England and we started dating, I never saw her in my head, ever!"
"And how am I supposed to believe that?" I question.
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"I don't know, have you?" I question once again.
"Patricia Williamson-Miller. I have NEVER lied to you, not once… Well, except that time at Anubis when I told you I hated you because you said it to me… And the time when I told you I loved lettuce because you loved it… And the time when-"
He stopped speaking when I burst out laughing.
"You smelly little Slimeball," I mutter and pull him into a hug, laughing. He smiles and laughs too.
"So… are we all well?" he asks.
"Well, I'm still mad at you for not telling me," I said, pushing him away.
"Forgive me?" he said.
"Nope."
"Forgive me?" he begged with puppy eyes.
"Nope."
"Okay," he said, before leaning in to kiss me.
We pulled apart.
"Forgiven?" he asked.
"Ha, that kinda stuff doesn't work with me," I smirked and stood up, leaving to the living room.
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Later that evening
"You know we're leaving tomorrow, right?" Eddie asked after dinner.
"Yup. Looking forward to it," I said, flipping through a magazine.
"Why?"
"Just… I miss Emma and Jake…" I said, looking into his eyes.
"True… But I'm gonna miss being here with you… Alone," he added, before wriggling his eyebrows.
"Whatever," I grinned and looked back down at the magazine. Two seconds later, I felt Eddie lightly kissing my neck, running his hands down my cheek.
"Bedroom?" I suggested.
"Hell yea," he answered and carried me up to the room.
That was the last 'alone time' we had before going back home.