A reviewer wanted another JeromexPatricia story soooooo here you go.

Jerome's POV

I've been feeling a little empty inside making me quiet at supper.

"Is something wrong, Jerome?" Fabian asked.

"No, I'm just thinking." I answered.

"That's a first." Muttered Mick.

"Oh shut it. You wouldn't understand."

I got up and as was about to leave and go to my room and finish eating there when I passed by the bathroom and heard sobbing. It was a girl's voice and Nina, Mara and Amber were eating supper in the dining room so it must have been Patricia.

"Patricia?"

"Whoever it is, please go away."

"It's Jerome. Do you wanna talk?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Give me a chance to understand. Is it about Joy?"

"Yes. I miss her and she's gone and I am so worried about what could've happened to her."

"Come out of the bathroom Patricia. It's ok. No one is out here."

"Fine."

She walked out of the bathroom, face red, tears staining her face and eyeliner running down her face. I walked her to my room and tried to calm her down.

"Patricia, wait here while I get you some supper."

"Wait. Why are you being so kind?" she said through sobs.

"I feel like I've had a change of heart." I answered.

I slipped into the kitchen without being noticed and got some food for Patricia and then slipped out of the room after quickly hurling a breadstick at the back of Mick's head.

"I know that was you Jerome." I heard as I walked down the hall.

"Here Patricia. Eat, you'll fell better."

She had calmed down enough by that time to eat and I pulled out a tissue and wiped her face clean of her tears and dripping eyeliner.

She put her food down to allow me to clean her face more affectively. Then I stopped and realized her staring at me. I looked into her eyes before asking what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong Jerome. Nothing at all."

She leaned in and kissed me. Patricia Williamson kissed me. I was shocked, but I really liked her too and held onto this moment as it was happening. As I pulled away she looked at me with an innocent look and then turned away. I took the opportunity to lay down on my bed. I really wished she would lay here next to me and a second later she read my mind. I had my arm around her and she laid her head on my chest, our hearts beating in rhythm. I was mostly happy because the girl who I liked didn't really hate me, and I didn't feel empty anymore.

We would kiss every once and a while, but we mostly talked about random stuff like our memories from past years and why we liked each other. It was the perfect ending to the perfect night.

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Cliffhanger!