Before in your review you tell me I already have a truth or dare story, yes, I know, I just got this idea. I'll still be continuing my other truth or dare story, though, so don't worry.

Disclaimer: I do not own HoA.

Patricia closed her eyes as she jammed to the music blaring in her ears. Occasionally she would open them to use her iPod and change the song, but mostly all was peaceful. Patricia shifted so she could fit comfortably in the couch. She was in the common room. Nothing could possibly ruin this…

"Amber!" Patricia opened one eye. "What did you did with my stuff!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Amber argued back to Mick. "I was in my room working on my make-up for the past four hours!"

For four hours? Patricia raised her eyebrow, but continued to listen to the fight. By now she had switched off her iPod, for it was no use trying to block them out. With a grunt, Patricia sat up in her chair as she continued to listen to their debating.

"Lie!" Mick scoffed. "I was training then!"

For four hours?

Amber yelled back. "So?"

"When I came back, all my stuff was gone, and your nail polish was on my wall! I even found a bottle of it on the floor where my gear used to be!"

"What are you-wait, really? What kind?" Patricia covered her mouth to block out her laugh, but also rolled her eyes. Typical Amber. Patricia could practically hear Mick roll his eyes, too.

"Seashell White, but it doesn't-"

"Oh, really? I thought I was losing one. You know, it's so hard to keep track of them when you have soooo many, and I don't have the time to count. I-"

"Amber!"

Suddenly both came charging into the common room, each glaring at the other. It was very quiet as they each stood across from each other, both daring the other to break the gaze. It was silent-until Patricia decided to break it.

"Really, guys?" Both Amber and Mick's heads turned to her in surprise like they just realized she was there. Patricia rolled her eyes but continued. "You're really fighting over that?"

Mick spluttered, "She stole my stuff! Training gear, my football, shoes, clothes, books, everything!"

Patricia raised her eyebrow. "Books?"

"Okay, maybe not, but, still! She took everything! And I have proof!" before Mick could say more or Amber could interrupt, Fabian walked in, an irritated look on his face.

"What is going on here?" he asked, sounding quite annoyed. His eyes darted from Mick, to Amber, to Patricia. Why me? She thought. I'm as annoyed as you. "What's with all the yelling?"

"Amber stole my stuff!" Mick said as Amber replied, "He's accusing me!"

Patricia blinked. "I did nothing."

"Whoa, whoa, wait," Fabian held up his hand. "Amber stole your stuff?"

"Yeah!" Mick practically yelled. "And I have proof. She left a bottle of nail polish in our room, and the wall had graffiti on it! It said Amber in nail polish!" You could tell Mick was fuming, and now Fabian was too. Graffiti on their wall?

Fabian turned to the blonde and glared. "Amber!"

Amber held up her hands. "Hey! It wasn't me! Maybe it was Fabian," Amber insisted. "You never know!"

Patricia sighed. "Fabian, what were you doing the whole four hours Mick was gone?"

"I was reading, for all four hours," Fabian replied with ease.

For four hours? Patricia rolled her eyes. "Okay, then. How about- NINA! MARA!" Patricia screamed, making everyone cover their ears. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"We're right here," Mara replied, walking in with Nina, each holding a text book. "What do you want? And why were you screaming?"

"I need you to help with our problem," Patricia explained. "See, Mick accused Amber of stealing his stuff, and Fabian sides with Mick, but both Fabian and Amber insist they didn't do it. Will you help?"

Mara and Nina glanced at each other and blinked. "Uh, sure," both pulled themselves down on a couch and made Mick, Amber, Patricia, and Fabian stand next to each other.

"Okay, so this is how it's going to work," Mara began to explain, and then paused and looked at Nina waiting for her to continue .

"We're going to have you each tell your side of the story, without any interruptions. Okay? Mick, you go first," Nina instructed, pointing to the said boy.

"Uh, okay," He [Mick] wasn't used to Nina behaving like this, but he answered. "So, for four hours, I was out training, right? When I finished I came back to re-fill my water bottle and grab a snack on the way, when I decided to practice with the football.

I went into my room to get it, but I was surprised when all my stuff was gone, even the sheets off my bed. Everything but the mattress. Strangely, though, Fabian's stuff stayed where it was. Just when I was about to go tell Trudy, I saw 'Amber' written on the wall, and looking down there was an empty nail polish container. Immediately, I yelled to Amber," Mick finished. Nina nodded than pointed to Amber.

"Amber?" Nina said, "You're turn."

Amber smiled and tossed her hair. "Okay, so, I was working on my make-up, right? So I-"

"Actually, Amber, we don't know if you're right or not," Fabian interrupted, earning him a harsh glare from the other four, and a light one from Nina. Fabian widened his eyes. "Sorry," he squeaked, looking away.

Amber smiled. "Anyway, I was working on my make-up, and I decided to organize my beauty products. That took about two hours. Then I decided I didn't like how they were formed, so I switched them. That took another thirty minutes. Then I spent the remaining minutes fixing the make-up I had on my face. I had nothing to do with Mick's stuff," Amber finished.

Mara nodded. "Patricia?"

Patricia's face turned grim. "I was just sitting here enjoying my music when they had to start arguing! I was perfectly fine where I was. All I heard was Mick and Amber yelling at each other, then they stomped in here, yelled a little more, and that's when Fabian came. I am free of guilt," Patricia finished with a huff, going back to sit down in her original chair.

"Um, okay," Nina's eyes flicked away from Patricia. "Well, this is all pretty good evidence, and-"

"Wait a minute," Amber cut in. "What were you two doing, hmm? Reading? Studying? Framing me for something I didn't do?"

Nina opened her mouth but words didn't come out. She stared at Amber in shock.

"See!" Amber pointed her thumb at Nina. "Guilty."

"Amber," Mara began carefully, "What I think Nina means to say is she didn't do it. We were both studying."

"For how long?" Amber raised her eyebrow.

Mara opened to mouth to reply, but Nina cut in. "Four hours," she interrupted, earning her surprised looks from three, and relieved ones from Mara and Fabian. "Four hours. We need to prepare for the test we have in Biology tomorrow."

Amber nodded thoughtfully while Patricia screamed in her head, Four hours!

"Okay, then," Mick cut into the silence. "If none of us did it, than who did?"

"Jerome and Alfie!" Fabian said almost immediately, snapping his fingers. "They would've pulled of this scheme. Jerome and Mick don't get along very well, and Alfie would love to go along with it, too."

"Aw, yeah!" Mick face palmed. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" Patricia snorted. Ignoring it, Mick yelled, "LEWIS! CLARKE!"

Both quickly appeared. "Yes, Mick?" Jerome gave a sly smirk as he and Alfie stepped into the room. "What is it?"

"Clarke!" Mick barked, stomping toward Jerome. "Why did you ruin my room?"

Jerome looked confused. "What are you talking about, Mick? I wasn't anywhere near your room."

"Oh, yeah? Than what were you doing the last four hours?" Mick glared at Jerome, breathing heavily through his nose.

Jerome and Alfie exchanged a glance, and Jerome sighed heavily. "Fine if you must know, we were scheming for a prank to play on you. We were thinking of how to lure you to our room, and then we'd do something to you. We just got past how to sabotage you, and we were thinking of how to lure you. Both of us got hungry, though, so that explains why we were here so quickly." Jerome blinked at Mick, and both were standing close, nose to nose. "Good enough for you?"

"Oh, yeah?" Mick countered. "For how long?"

Jerome opened his mouth, but Patricia cut in. "Let me guess. Four hours?" Patricia looked like she was on the verge of tearing out her hair when Jerome nodded. Facing Mick again, Jerome smirked.

Mick growled, and then turned away from the tall, dirty blonde haired boy. "Fine. Since no one will confess, I'll have to show you the proof and damage myself. Maybe then one of you will be able to tell who did it." With a huff, Mick spun around and stormed off to his room, leaving the other seven to glance at each other, shrug, and then follow him.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Amber yelped, voicing the other's thoughts. "Mick! What happened to your room?"

Mick turned and faced them. "I told you! Look. My room is ruined."

"And my wall," Fabian commented, staring up at it. Everyone laughed but Mick.

"It isn't funny!" Mick growled, sitting on his mattress. "Everything's ruined. Where am I going to sleep tonight?"

"The floor," all of the boys immediately answered, causing the girls to erupt in laughter. "Sorry, Mickey C, but you're not sleeping in our room, even if it is on an air mattress." Alfie replied, causing Jerome to nod in agreement.

"And don't even think you're sleeping with me," Mick mirrored the disgusted look on Fabian's face. The girls erupted with laughter again.

"Ew, no!" Mick kept the look on, and the girls laughed even harder. "I can't believe you!" Alfie and Jerome began to laugh too as Fabian argued.

"Okay, okay," Jerome grinned, still laughing a little. "To get your minds off of this, I have a game."

Quieting their giggles, the girls and Alfie looked at Jerome curiously, and Fabian and Mick turned to him too. "What do you suggest, Jerome?" Mara asked as the redness went from her face.

Jerome smirked. "Truth or Dare-Frenzy style." Everyone just looked at him in confusion, so he continued. "It's Truth or Dare, but with different rules. "First, we're going to play until we've done 100 dares combined, and the dares and truths go on throughout the day. First, someone chooses who they want to dare and what, but they don't have to dare the person right then. They can wait until the time they want to, or they can just think it over the whole day.

Once they dare or truth the person, the person does it, then they choose who they want to dare or truth, but no one can know who they're going to choose except them. Oh! And when a person does a dare, they have to do it so all of our housemates see, so keep that in mind, darers and darees," Jerome smirked.

"So, basically, its truth or dare, but you can dare the person anytime, and it's a surprise." Mara asked, and Jerome nodded in answer.

"Yes, and you can dare the person anything, as long as it's appropriate and legal," Jerome replied. Mara nodded. "Any other questions? You can ask them once the game starts, if you like." Everyone nodded, but no one spoke. "Good. I start, and I truth myself." Everyone looked at him in surprise and confusion, but Jerome continued. "Jerome, I truth you to say who did this to Mick's room." There was a pause before Jerome answered. "Why, I did, of course. Who else?" Jerome smirked at the anger on Mick's face, and turned and ran out of the room, Alfie on his heels.

"Clarke! I'm going to-" Mick chased after the duo, running until he was pounding on their closed and locked door. "Lewis! Clarke! When I catch you-" Mick didn't get to finish that sentence as honey began oozing down onto him, and feathers appeared, covering him from head to toe and sticking. "Jerome!"

"Not the most original idea," Fabian commented. He and the others had followed to see what would happen, and each was amused. "But very funny."

"I know," Jerome's voice came. "But we weren't going for original. And thank you. Oh, and Mickey C?" Jerome said, causing Mick to focus on him. "Alfie and I weren't kidding about that scheme."

And once again, everybody laughed.

This won't be a story where you send in dares, but if I ever need them, I'll ask. All I ask for now are reviews.

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