I leaned back against the stone wall, watching as people spun passed me, laughing; dancing. I smiled slightly. This wasn't me. I'm Patricia Wiliamson. I don't smile and blush over the thought of dancing. I tried to wipe the grin off my face, but images of Eddie and I dancing kept flooding my mind.
The way he looked at me with that unique smile playing on his lips...
The way he twirled me around and made me laugh...
Even the way his feet stepped on mine made my stomach do flips.
Blushing, I made my way through the throng of people and pushed open the double doors, relishing in the way the cool, fresh air felt as it slid over my skin. I took a deep breath and shuddered. Relaxing a bit, I began making my way through campus towards the house. Darkened figures loomed in the darkness. With a racing heart, I picked up my speed, almost to a light run. Not quickly enough, I could make out the shadow of Anubis house. The porch light was on and I sprinted towards the front doors, relieved. As I swung open the heavy, wood door, I caught a glimpse of blonde hair leaning out of a door way. Just as I was about to snap at Jerome to mind his own business, I saw the rest of Eddie's head pop out of the door and I bit my tongue.
"Hey, Yacker." He called out quietly. I could see the smirk on his face and I smiled.
"Think you could do me a favor? There's a stack of pancakes on the counter in the kitchen. Can you bring 'em to me?" Eddie asked with a signature smile. I chuckled and nodded before heading off to the kitchen. Just as he said, there was a large stack of pancakes drenched in syrup and whipped cream sitting on the counter. I gaped at it for a moment before shaking my head and grabbing the plate along with a fork. I walked quietly down the boy's hallway where Eddie was waiting at the door. He shot me a grateful smile before taking the plate out of my hands.
"You wanna come in?" He asked and opened the door a little wider. I pursed my lips and thought for a moment before deciding on a 'sure'. We walked to his bed and he leaned back against the bed post while I sat at the bottom of his bed. The stack of pancakes was placed between us and Eddie dug in quickly. I smirked as he inhaled almost the entire plate. After a few minutes, he noticed me staring and laughed.
"Would you like some?" He asked through a mouthful of pancake. I smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"I dunno. You're acting like you haven't eaten in days, so maybe you should just have the whole thing to yourself." I joked with a wink.
"Oh, ha-ha." He fake laughed before taking a piece of pancake on the fork and placing it in front of my lips. I stared at it for a moment before opening my mouth and taking a bite. He smiled as he watched me cringe at the taste.
"That's awful!" I laughed after I finally made myself swallow it.
"Awful? I think you meant amazing!"
"No, awful! You can't even taste the pancake, it's covered in so much syrup!" I said laughing. He smirked and chuckled back. After a minute, we fell silent. Suddenly, something cold and sticky hit my nose and I looked up to see whipped cream covering my nose and Eddie shaking with laughter.
"Hey!" I yelled and gaped at him.
"I'm sorry!" He laughed before swiping the whipped cream off with his thumb and putting it in his mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about, that's delicious."
We stared at each other for a few moments, neither smirking or grimacing; just staring.
"I think I should be going up to my room." I spoke finally. He pursed his lips before nodding.
"Yeah, sure. I had fun tonight, dancing I mean. And this was kinda fun as well." He said with a smile. I grinned back and nodded.
"It was fun."
"We should hang out again sometime."
"Just as long as there's no pancakes involved." I answered with a smirk. He threw his head back and laughed.
"Were they really that bad?"
"Absolutely!" I laughed and we fell silent again. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight." He said as we walked to the door. We stared at each other a few moments before he started bending down towards me. I met him halfway, melting my lips into his. It was short and sweet; pulling away a few seconds later. We both smiled at each other before I walked out the door, blushing furiously.
That night, I lay in bed thinking about how I absolutely hated that blonde-haired, american boy when I first met him. The thought seemed so ridiculous now; how could I hate him? Thoughts like that just made me laugh.
The next morning I woke up and groggily stretched in bed. All the memories from the previous night washed over me and I smiled; the ball, the dancing, the pancakes, the kiss. They all had happened. For once, excited for the day, I threw on my saturday clothing and did my hair and make up before bounding down the stairs, trying to calm myself down. Just as I reached the last step, I heard Eddie talking.
"I liked your rapping last night, Jerome." I could hear the smirk in his voice. I stifled a laugh and waited for Jerome's retort.
"Laugh all you want, Eddie, but was my humiliation really worth dancing with Patricia?" I heard Eddie laugh and I walked a tad closer to the door. What was Jerome talking about?
"Dancing with her was a bit of a nightmare, but definitely worth it." Eddie responded, cracking up laughing. I understood now. Eddie hadn't really wanted to dance with me. It was all part of a bet. Emotions raged through my veins as I walked into the doorway, steaming with anger.
"That's nice, Eddie. Glad I could help with your bet." I spat the words at him and spun around towards the door. I heard the scraping of his chair against the floor and a faint call of 'Patricia!' before slamming the front door behind me.
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