Patricia's POV

I sat in French class bored, copying how to conjugate the verb 'to go'. I dropped my pencil onto my paper after it was written into my notes. The entire class was practically asleep. Jerome actually had fallen asleep. Even Fabian could hardly keep his eyes open! I raised my hand and Mrs. Andrews nodded her head towards me.

"Could I use the restroom?" I asked, looking for any excuse to leave this damned room.

"You may." She said and I hopped out of my seat. I happily walked from the classroom and into the hallway. The air was less warm out here and the air vents gave a nice breeze. As I stood under one of the vents trying to cool down, I heard someone talking.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for letting me know...Yeah, I miss you too... Alright, love you too, bye." I heard and then the click of a phone. I walked to the end of the hallway and saw Eddie sitting with his knees to his chest on the floor, clutching his phone in his hand. His face was wet and coated with thick tears. His eyes were all puffy and the tip of his nose was red. He heard me approach, but didn't turn to acknowledge me.

I dropped to the floor beside him and stared at the side of his face.

"Are you alright?" I asked timidly. I reached a hand up to his head and stroked the side of his face with my thumb.

"Not really." He responded honestly before chuckling lamely. "Not at all, actually."

"What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and wiped the tears off his face before launching into his story. "Well, you know how my dad's in the military? He was in an airplane, supposed to be coming back to America finally, when they sent a missile at his plane. It burst into flames and crashed. That was my mom on the phone, telling me that no one survived the crash." Eddie explained, his voice thick with tears. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at him.

"Eddie, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah... Me too. The last time I talked to him was a few weeks ago. He was all pissed off at me for getting kicked out of my old school. He hung up on me before I could even say goodbye." Eddie said quietly. I slid my arms around his neck and hugged him into me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and cried into my shoulder. I smoothed the back of his hair down, rubbing my hands over his back and shoulders.

"I'm so sorry..." I kept whispering over and over. I don't know how long we sat there for. I held him, swaying back and forth, while he cried. Finally, he pulled away and released a breath. He wiped the tears off his face and calmed down.

"Sorry you had to listen to all that." He apologized. I shook my head vigorously and rubbed my hand over his shoulder.

"No, no, I'm glad you told me. I'm always here for you if you wanna talk about it." I told him, sounding nothing like myself. He nodded and looked up to the ceiling.

"This sucks." He muttered before standing up and helping me off the ground. "We better be heading back to class."

"You don't have to go back to class. You deserve the rest of the day off." I whispered and pulled him into a hug. I felt his arms hook around my waist and I kissed his cheek softly. "I'm here if you need anything."

"Thanks, Yacker." He said softly into my hair. I released him and gave him a small smile. "My mom booked me a flight for tonight. She wants me to come back for a couple weeks for the funeral and all."

"What time do you have to leave?" I asked sadly, the smile slipping off my face. His face fell even more and he pursed his lips.

"I have to be to the airport by six."

"Oh... Well, we should go get you packed then." I said and slipped my hand into his. He smiled at me nodded solemnly.

"I'm really sorry we couldn't go on our date." Eddie said as we laid down on his bed. His arms were wrapped protectively around me and I was tracing patterns onto his arm.

"You honestly don't need to be thinking about that right now. Plus there's plenty of time for us to go on our date when you get back." I said quietly. I really didn't know how he could be thinking about our date after his father had just died, but it seemed to keep the tears away, so I didn't say anything.

"I guess so." He replied. We sat in silence for a few more minutes before Eddie sighed unhappily. "I have to be getting to the airport. The cab should be here in a few minutes."

"Okay. You call me when you get there. And give me a ring if you need anything, don't even worry about the time." I told him, getting up. He walked around the side of the bed and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pressing into him for dear life.

"Thanks for being so understanding about all of this."

"I'm always going to be there for you." I told him honestly, looking up into his eyes. He leaned down and pressed a light kiss on my lips.

"Always?" He asked curiously. I nodded my head and pecked him on the lips back.

"Through it all."

So I definitely was not planning on ending it, but I felt like it was time. There's not much else I could pull from it, and I agree with the anon that said it was getting lame. It really was, wasn't it? If you liked the story, make sure to subscribe to me so you get alerted when I come out with a new story. I'm going to be back very soon, so look out for me! Let me know what you thought of the story! Thanks for reading! x.