Hey guys! I was scrolling through iFunny on my phone and came across this picture called '30 Ways to Make a Girl Smile' and then this idea came to me. You can see the picture/list by simply going to Google Images and typing in '30 Ways to Make a Girl Smile'. This'll have 30 chapters with each.. suggestion? I suppose you could call them. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis nor the picture this fanfiction is based off of.

Eddie lounged on one of the leather couches, his eyes on the staircase. Patricia had yet to emerge from her room, and though it was Saturday, even she didn't normally sleep in past noon. The girls, save for Mara (who had been allowed to make a home-visit to see Let Down) and Patricia, had left early this morning to go into town on one of Amber's famous shopping trips, so Eddie wasn't able to ask them what Patricia was doing.

He glanced at the clock again, ten-till-one. Something was defiantly up with Patricia, she never slept this late. Eddie pushed himself up from the couch and began to quietly climb the stairs, hoping Victor wouldn't say anything. Luckily, he made it past the caretaker and slipped into the girl's corridor. The door to Patricia's bedroom was slightly ajar, so Eddie knocked on it lightly, and, without waiting for a response, pushed it open farther. It creaked quietly, causing the pile of blankets on Patricia's bed to shift slightly.

"Amber, I'm not going on that stupid trip! Leab me alone!" Patricia snapped, her voice sounded stuffy and even more irritable then usual.

"They left hours ago, Yacker. Why aren't you downstairs yet?" Eddie asked, walking towards her bed. Patricia pulled her blankets tighter around herself, burying her face beneath them.

"I don't feel good. Go away." Her muffled voice ordered. Eddie laughed, patting the pile of blankets fondly.

"Do I get to say I told you so? Because, as I recall, I did tell you not to go out in the rain, barefoot, wearing only a tank-top and shorts." Eddie pointed out, sitting down at the foot of her bed. She shifted under her blankets, her covered foot searching out to kick him.

"Jerome dared me too." She replied crossly, still under the blankets.

"That didn't mean you had to do it." Eddie pointed out.

"Yes it did. Shut up, and go away. I don't feel good." Patricia repeated, her foot finding its target and kicking his side softly.

"I'll play nurse for the day then; I'll take care of poor, ickle, sick Patricia." Eddie mocked, pushing her foot away.

"Eddie! I want to be left alone." Patricia sniffled.

"Come out from under the covers." Eddie said, tugging on the blankets. "How many of these do you have, anyway?"

"Don't know. Not enough, though, I'm freezing. And stop!" She grumbled, kicking him again and pulling the blankets closer to her body.

"Does Trudy know you're sick?" Eddie asked, pulling a layer of blankets back again.

"No. And Eddie! Stop!" Patricia grumbled; kicking him harder and rolling so the blankets wrapped around her again.

"I'll tell her then; she probably has some medicine or something for cranky Yackers with a cold." Eddie teased, ignoring her huff in response as he jumped from we bed and went downstairs to get medicine from Trudy.

Meanwhile, Patricia pulled back her blankets for a moment to grab a tissue. She blew her nose loudly before letting the used tissue drop to the floor. Doing so, she caught a glimpse of her appearance in the mirror - her hair was tangled and sticking up all over from her rolling around in the blankets, her cheeks were flushed, her nose was red and runny, and her eyes were puffy and red. Overall, in her opinion, she looked horrible. Hearing Eddie's loud footsteps, Patricia ducked back under the blankets and groaned loudly when he entered the room again.

"I have some Motrin, and orange juice -" he began, setting the glass and pill down on her bedside table when he was interrupted.

"I hate orange juice." Patricia hissed, feeling the need to be extra difficult. She didn't love orange juice, but she didn't hate it, either.

"Well you're drinking it. It's good to have when you're sick. Now sit up and take the Motrin and drink the juice." Eddie ordered sternly glaring at her covered appearance.

"Leave the room." Patricia grumbled.

"What? Why?" Eddie asked, raising his eyebrows at the blanket pile that was his girlfriend.

"I look disgusting, and you're going to get sick too of you stay in here, weasel." Patricia groaned, kicking her feet.

"You look fine, now come out and drink this." Eddie insisted, tapping the glass.

"Eddie."

"Yacker. I'm not leaving until you do." Eddie said with a smirk, hearing her curse from under the blankets.

"Give me a hair-tie from over on Mara's desk, then. She keeps them in a small purple box." Patricia finally ordered, and Eddie complied obediently. He quickly walked to the desk, grabbed a little black hair-tie, and then walked back across the room, putting it in Patricia's uncovered and outstretched hand. It retreated back into the blankets and she sat up a bit beneath them, pulling her hair up in a messy bun.

She finally emerged from beneath her many layers of blankets, her eyes glaring at Eddie, as if challenging him to say something. He didn't, but instead handed her the drink and medicine with a smile. She chugged half of it down with the medicine and then wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, sighing.

"I feel horrible. I look horrible." Patricia grumbled, raising her hand to wipe her eyes now as she sat up against her headboard. Eddie sat back down at the foot of his bed and shook his head.

"I think you look beautiful." He smiled again, making her already flushed face blush and her puffy red eyes lock with his.

"Is that a joke? Because I'm not in the mood, Edison." Patricia practically snarled, clutching her almost empty glass of orange juice tightly.

"No - no, Yacker, I'm serious. Just take the compliment." Eddie chuckled, putting his feet up beside her on the bed and resting his back against the footboard.

"Fine. Thanks." She said sarcastically, making him laugh louder. "What?"

"You're so... you." He grinned, running a hand through his hair.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means any other girl would accept the compliment of being called beautiful without an issue, whereas you act like I've just insulted you."

"Well, sorry for being different." Patricia growled, looking down at her orange juice and contemplating throwing it at him.

"It's okay, that's what I like about you, Yacker." Eddie beamed, patting her covered legs. Patricia rolled her eyes, though a smile was spreading across pale lips, sat the juice down, and then slid back under the blankets.

"Will you make me some soup?" Her once again muffled voice asked.

"Of course." Eddie said happily, glad she was going to let him play nurse.

That ending was terrible, sorry. Wrote this on my phone at about midnight last night when I saw the picture. Besides the ending, I am quite proud of it (:

Next chapter will be up shortly, and in the meantime, lets play 'how many reviews can this get before the next update'! Or not. Up to you guys.

Thanks everyone~

xGaloshes