House of Anubis: House of Mistakes

Part II

No one really liked the secret room all that much. It was interesting, sure, but it also made everyone very uncomfortable. Old secret rooms have that effect, apparently.

Fabian was still futzing around with the phonograph, KT peering over his shoulder curiously, while Alfie yawned as he flipped through papers with a dull expression on his face.

Patricia and Eddie leaned against opposite walls, feigning interest in the work Fabian was attempting to do, but really much more interested in seeing who could tap the other's foot with their foot fastest.

Finally, Fabian huffed, sitting back on his feet. "There's a piece missing. We'll have to fix it somehow. Find a replacement piece."

Eddie pursed his lips. "Let's call it a night, then. We'll figure something out in the morning."

The rest of Sibuna all exchanged tired glances and nodded their agreement, one by one climbing up and out of the secret room.

Just as Patricia grasped the first rung of the later, Eddie's hand on her arm made her pause. She turned to face him curiously, raising an eyebrow when she saw he was smiling. "What?" she asked.

His smile grew, and he rubbed his thumb up and down her arm. "I'm just glad everything's okay between us. Glad everything is going to work out like it's supposed to."

Eddie sounded so confident, that Patricia couldn't help but grin in return. "Yeah," she replied with an uncharacteristic softness. "Me too, Weasel." Maybe it was the scare she'd had that afternoon, or maybe it was because she was finally coming to terms with her own feelings for him, but right then she didn't care what happened so long as she could keep her doofus smiling. Jesus, you sound like Amber, her mind supplied helpfully and she rolled her eyes at her own subconscious.

Eddie waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "So, Yacker, care to go on a romantic moonlit str—" He was cut off by KT's voice ringing down into the room:

"Come on, lovebirds!" she chirped jokingly. "You don't want Victor to catch you, do you?"

Patricia laughed, turning her body back around to begin her ascent. "No!" she called up. "No, we would not!"

Eddie still hadn't let go of her arm, however.

"Hey," Patricia prompted, peering down at him. "Doofus, can you maybe let go so we can get up? We can take that cheesy walk another time. When it's not past curfew?"

Eddie, who had been glaring up at where KT had been, blinked and let her go as if her arm was made of hot coals and he'd just been scorched. "Right. Sorry," he said, and Patricia rolled her eyes again. "After you, Yacker."

—

A crash echoed through the first floor of the house, waking Fabian with a start.

"What was that?" he asked immediately upon sitting up. He turned towards Eddie's side of the room, only to find his bed conspicuously empty.