Disclaimer: What, what, what UP Nick? I know we're like so tight and you love my stories, yo. We are HOMIES, bro. Just lay off the lawyers, will ya? I don't own anything. God damn people gotta interrupt me with threats of suing while I'm golfing..

Groundhog's Day was a little disappointing; winter was too. Both Eddie and Patricia had always hated the cold...despite the fact that that was how they acted towards everyone, even each other. They hated the way their skin felt like smooth ice, as if they were vampires from that 'stupid American movie' as they had both phrased it. "Twinight..or whatever?" "Twilight," he corrected, raising his eyebrows and brushing her hands with his fingertips, a little grin barely etched on his face as he thought of how adorable some British people could be, especially his girlfriend. And then she stuck her tongue out at him, breaking into a laugh as his arms, draped along hers, tightened despite her constant wriggling. So she just looked up at him, locked as prisoner as he smirked, pulling her back to fall against his hard chest. And even if she did deny it, she smiled at the warmth.

They hated how when they were walking to school together, the other would shiver meekly, showing their weakness toward the cold. And then one would toss their head back and laugh at the other, completely unaware that they were doing the same thing. The process was unbelievably meticulous.

They hated how their faint blushes could be seen easily, their emotions, intended to be hidden, showing. The contrast between pink and white was obvious, unnervingly and agonizingly obvious.

They hated how they were pushed and inclined to clutching to the other, intwining themselves for the slightest bit of heat. Well, that's at least what they'd say, but with reasoning, everyone would beg to differ.

After the whole mystery, Patricia was more free and available, and Eddie, with gratitude and greed, gladly sought her attention. And although they weren't the ones desperate to show love and affection to one another, the whole school raved on and on about them, an iconic statement of a cute relationship apparently. It bothered them that everyone was so pushy and information-hungry for stuff about them. They were no different than the typical teenage couple, no better than "Fabina" or "Amfie." So what was so interesting about them? Two rebels bluntly trying to cooperate and enjoy the other's time, despite their aggressive, flirty fighting. That was surely not something to be curious about. Anyone could easily find that in a TV sitcom.

Perhaps it was the way they had the perfect timing. Unholy and impatient, their spies were always on the lookout, anxious as if there was something to expect. But really, all there was was a feisty new couple, walking the snow-blessed paths together, frosty and embracing each other. However, no one could technically deny the fact that the two were almost seemingly ready for a photo-op, their beanies perfectly disheveled. Smiling with their teeth, no trace of disdain on their faces. It was perfect. Too perfect and adorable in other people's minds. But none of them had ever thought that the couple had problems like any other couples did. They thought Patricia and Eddie were practically flawless. They hadn't considered the fact that Eddie and Patricia were actually choking themselves on the inside. Mentally smacking themselves because of their shameful relationship problems and their bleak attempts at fixing them.

Were people really that nosy? Did they honestly think that they had the right? These exact questions were imposed on the two's minds. Perhaps it was because of the cheesy romantic scenes in life where the couple throws snowballs at one another, pushing their partner in a slippery, challenging battle. Maybe that was all that was and they'd soon gain peace now that it was spring.

But Eddie wasn't planning to be that way with Patricia. Although the meaningless banter was pleasurable, he clearly took pride and enjoyed acting sentimental and couple-ly with her. And he didn't want it to go just because of a simple change of weather. Wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, cuddling.. All of it seemed too priceless and wonderful. All these feelings that had surfaced were new to him. And he liked them. Could it be love? He mentally shook his head. That should not even cross Eddie Swe-Miller's mind. This boy could not be tamed or held back from the world of beautiful women awaiting him. But as she fixed her head to fit into the crook of his neck and tried to hold his hand, he felt he didn't need anymore or anyone other than her. It was like he was bounded to her, her with the clunk of her combat boots and the flaps of her leather jackets. The mind-blowing snarky attitude that made him wonder senseless. And the blazing red hair that blew in the wind and aroused him.

All of it was so attractive to him and he wanted her so badly. All of the hugging and kissing could not be considered inferior in Patricia's mind. He would not allow her to think that way, so solemnly. It simply was not an option. Laid back and careless as he was, this was the type of thing he had to hold on to, had to be stubborn as hell about. Because although girls in skimpy gold bikinis were attractive and so very worthy of him, he thought oh so humbly, leopard prints and neon colors were just his type of heroine. So he'd fight for her. He'd be the boyfriend girls bragged about to their friends. He'd try not to make fast overbearing changes. And he'd be patient with her, because even though he was the first to lower his forcefield, the first to try to pick up the pieces of their relationship, he knew that himself too, would have trouble opening up as well.

And possibly, he'd get something back in return. Something he could smile about during a painful class in Boresville, U.K. Something that would make him want to twirl her around like Fabian did to Nina.

But despite this newfound admiration and determination, he knew it was going to be hard. And feelings were going to spill out. All of this which was not good, not good, because Eddie doesn't do trying, Eddie doesn't fall for a girl, Eddie doesn't do feelings, heck, Eddie just doesn't do hard.

Yet he knows it's what he's supposed to do. And if this was what it took to get something out of Patricia Williamson, so be it. He was ready to take the challenge, this scary pathway down the road to true manhood, the road to real companionship.

He was ready, he kept assuring himself. He was ready. He was ready. HE WAS READY! He was so. damn. fucking. ready.

So why was he suddenly so nervous? And why did his hand start to sweat as they rested in hers?

OKAY, okay. So, I know I haven't updated in literally a month now. I really need to take care of my multi-chapters.. And I'm extremely sorry because the reviews were honestly so nice to hear. I'm glad I got a bit of feedback. I know, it was a little OOC. I was just so excited, I guess I only proofread it 30 times instead of 50. I'm trying to work on this stuff and it would be nice to have some more feedback. I was hoping to make this chapter better, but I dunno if that went as planned. It could've been good but it was just SO CHOPPY. Either way, please for my lowly author's sake, click that little button at the bottom and tell me. ESPECIALLY if you favorited or author-alerted me. If you liked this story enough to do that, you should at least have a minute to make a poor girl smile. LOL sorry I'm not trying to be harsh but yeah, it gets on us authors' minds. So yeah. But you can go ahead and scream at the top of your lungs because of me taking so long. Your parents won't mind.

Oh, and well, just if you guys were wondering, this chapter was more of a fill-in chapter that kind of developed on it's own. It focuses a little on Eddie's thoughts as you can see and well, he's ranting on the weather and is worried they won't be as intimate since it's warming up. So if you were looking forward to the whole picnic thing, don't worry. It's coming FOR SURE in the next chapter. And I'd be sure to write the next chapter faster if I got a good amount of reviews.. Huh, HUH? You know what I mean. -wink, wink- Anyways, seriously long author's note. Sorry, I'll leave you guys alone now.