Literally, this is fanfiction, so why must I repeatedly say I do not own HOA?

Christmas
[I guess this is sort of a sequel to the previous chapter. So they're kind of paired up in a two-shot thing. After this, I'll be back to one-shots]

BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP

Patricia moaned, and her hand slapped her alarm clock, forcing it into silence. It was 7am on Christmas morning, but Patricia just wanted a lie in, if she was honest. There would be no gifts, no family, and no point, so Patricia decided to stay in bed until she smelt the pity dinner Trudy was toiling over. Still, there was a scent hanging in the air, and through further sniffing, Patricia smelt a cake with spices. Christmas cake...Trudy hadn't said anything about that!
"Breakfast, here I come," grinned Patricia, pulling herself out of bed and not even glancing in the mirror as she stalked downstairs.

"That smells ace, Trudes, this is-" Patricia stopped short when she reached the living room and spotted two unexpected guests. In the kitchen beside Trudy stood Mr Sweet, Patricia's headmaster and Father of her boyfriend, and her boyfriend.
"Nice look, Yacker," scoffed Eddie jokily. "Merry Christmas."
"What the hell are you doing here?" pouted Patricia angrily, before remembering Mr Sweet. "I mean, uh...why are you here?"
"Because my girlfriend was spending Christmas alone, and Dad and I burnt the turkey so we thought we'd mooch of off Trudy. But we made a cake," grinned Eddie.
"I made the cake, Edison. You took a trip to the park," corrected Mr Sweet, adding a little extra cream cheese frosting atop the cake. Patricia blushed slightly, remembering the previous afternoon when she and Eddie reignited their relationship.

"Why are you wearing pyjamas, though?" interrogated Patricia, folding her arms. Unlike his Dad, Eddie was dressed in dark blue PJs, and Patricia ignored how good he looked in them.
"It's not Christmas morning without pyjamas, Patricia. Or kisses, actually," he said, winking, and she rolled her eyes. Mr Sweet blushed like a tomato.
"No thanks, Weasel," Patricia gabbled, embarrassed. "But...thanks. This is nice of you."
"No problem," shrugged Eddie. "Okay, presents time!"

Leaping up out of his seat, Eddie dragged Patricia into his room. It looked a little empty with Fabian's stuff all gone from there, but Eddie popped Patricia on his bed and pulled out a navy duffel bag from beneath it.
"What's going on?" asked Patricia suspiciously, a smile creeping up on her face.
"This," replied Eddie, unzipping the bag and pulling out three poorly-wrapped gifts.
"Are they...for me?" Patricia asked, stunned as Eddie nodded. He gave Patricia the first present, which she tore open enthusiastically.
"Aw, ace! A Sick Puppies tee!" beamed Patricia. "Thanks, Eddie!" She grasped his collar and placed a long kiss on his lips.
"Okay, next one babe. Here," said Eddie, giddy as he handed her a large box which quickly shed its wrapping to reveal a shoebox which encased some studded black heels.
"These are so freaking bad," Patricia grinned, getting slightly emotional at the thought of how perfect the presents were. "But I didn't get you anything."
"Yeah, but Dad got me loads, so it doesn't matter. Now, here's the best one."

Eddie inhaled deeply, before placing the smallest gift into Patricia's quaking hands.
"You're amazing," she whispered.
"You haven't opened it yet," chortled Eddie, and Patricia shakily shelled the paper to reveal a small black box. Inside the box lay a simple bracelet, holding two charms.

"Oh my God," Patricia uttered. "You're amazing." Her trembling fingers held up the silver slip of metal. The two charms that hung in the air resembled a tank and a tin can.
"No. You are, and I love you," smirked Eddie. "I'm glad you like it. Merry Christmas, Yacker."
"Merry Christmas, Slimeball."