Patricia hated valentines day. It was the worst day of the year as far as she was concerned. A whole day of people giving someone who they felt the delusion of love a stupid card or pointless present. Who really wanted a teddy bear holding a big heart that read 'love you always' when they'll just break up a few days later?

She never understood how people could fall in love anyway. She sneered in disgust as she walked down the halls of the school, watching girls opening their lockers to find a card or a present. They would squeal with delight before the boy showed themselves then the two would embrace in a sickening display of affection.

As she approached her locker, getting ready for her last class of the day, a trumpet sounded from down the hallway. Patricia turned to see Fabien, who was dressed in a classic Elizabethan Paige boy outfit from the drama department and did not look happy about it, with a trumpet under his arm and a scroll in his hands.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen of the hallway!" he cried in an unenthusiastic voice. Nina and Amber, who had been standing a little way off from Patricia, came to stand next to her.

"Nina what's going on?" Amber asked. Nina looked just as confused as the blonde, which was quite surprising considered it was Amber who was confused about 90% of the time.

"I have no idea." she answered in her strong American accent. All of their attention went back to Fabien as he prepared himself to start talking again.

"The nobleman (irritated sigh) Lord Alfie Loves-a lot," Patricia smirked, holding back a snicker. "Would like to formally ask Amber Millington to be his official girlfriend on this Valentines day afternoon." at that point Alfie strode into the hallway, dressed completely in fancy red and gold robes while a very sill red wine coloured hat sat on his head.

Patricia and Nina both turned to Amber expectantly, as did the rest of the hallway. She sucked in a deep breath and for a second Alfie's confident expression faltered. It instantly faded as Amber squealed so loud dogs all over England were lifting their heads, before she ran into his open arms. Everyone clapped as the two shared a kiss before Alfie picked her up (After a little struggle) and carried her off. Fabien watched the two before turning and walking towards Patricia and Nina, pulling his hat off. Patricia smirked as he let out a sigh, leaning against the lockers next to Nina with his eyes closed.

"How on earth did Alfie get you to do that?" Patricia asked with an amused expression as she put her key in the lock on her locker. Fabien cracked an eye open to look at her.

"I owed him one after he covered for me when I broke one of the windows in the science lab when Jerome threw something at me and I threw it back but missed." Patricia rolled her eyes.

"Then Jerome should have done that, not you. He's just a Slimeball." Nina smiled at the name Patricia used that she knew was actually a sign of affection for the orphaned school boy. She turned to her boyfriend and pecked his cheek.

"I think you look very handsome." she gushed, trying to make him feel better. Fabien smiled weakly back, leaning over and kissing her softly. Patricia grimaced again, hating it when her friends did that in front of her.

"I have to go return this costume before the bell rings." Fabien said once they separated.

"I'll go with you, we have the same class together anyway." Nina offered. Together the two walked off, leaving Patricia almost completely alone in the corridor. She shook her head as she turned the key in her locker. Just as she was getting ready to open it, a bang to her left caused her to jump. She turned to see a familiar blonde boy smirking at her as he leaned against the locker next to hers.

"Alright Trixie? How's my favourite Goth Princess?" he asked in an oddly cheery voice. She raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Don't call me that! And why do you care?" she snapped. He shrugged, biting his lip as she tugged her locker door open.

BOOM!

Patricia screamed as an explosion of confetti burst from her locker, covering her and Jerome in black, gold and light blue pieces of shiny paper-each in the shape of a broken love heart. Jerome was full on laughing, clutching his stomach as Patricia regained her composure. Realising he had planted the confetti bomb, she hit him with her drama folder as hard as she could.

"You Ass!" she yelled, getting a good hit in on the side of his face. He only laughed harder, ignoring the bruise that would probably form under his right eye.

"Relax Trixie it was just a joke." he gasped out between his laughter.

"It wasn't funny!" she cried before storming off towards the drama room with Jerome following on behind, snickering loudly every now and then.

They entered the room and Patricia instantly veered off to go and sit with Nina and Mara. Jerome watched her, glancing between the Goth Princess and the book worm. Both of the girls held a special place in his heart. Sure Mara had been the first person he had ever told of his parents departure and he trusted her more then he trusted Alfie. But Patricia was different to any other girl he had ever met.

She wasn't a typical make-up wearing, clothes obsessed girl who shied away at the sight of any kind of ball. She wasn't Amber. But she also wasn't a girl who could answer any question you threw at her and always tried to get others to believe in themselves. She wasn't Mara either.

Patricia was her own person. She was tough, but could be gentle when the time called. She wasn't afraid of anything…well except Rufus but only Jerome knew that. He had caught her once curled up in her bed, crying about her capture. He hadn't confronted her about it, knowing that her pride would be damaged if he did. She would always give someone her help if she could and would always give her opinion, no matter how strong.

With a sigh he sat down with Alfie, who was sitting with Amber. Alfie gave him an amused smile as he slumped down.

"What's up with you mate?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious Alfie? He's in love." Amber gushed. Jerome raised an eyebrow at her.

"No Amber it's not love. I'm just tired."

"Tired of holding in all your love for Patricia?" Amber asked. Jerome glared at her.

"Stop it Amber." he warned. Amber just smirked while Alfie put a hand on his best friends shoulder.

"Just remember mate, today's valentines day! A day of love! If you ever want Patricia then you have to express your love." Jerome pretended to scoff, but was actually taking in what Alfie said.

"Alright children today's theme is…Love!" Mr. Winkler announced. At that point Jerome zoned out, completely uninterested by the topic. He caught Patricia staring into space and found himself watching her. Almost as if she could feel him, Patricia turned and stared right into his eyes. He blushed before looking away, burying his head in his drama folder.


Patricia walked through Anubis house, wishing she had someone to talk to. Everyone was out, apart from her and Jerome, on a valentines day date. She was still mad at him for the confetti bomb, but was starting to feel a little worried. Ever since she had caught him staring at her, she had been wishing he would find her and start up a conversation. She wanted him to spend some quality time with, just them. She hated feeling so dependant on one person, but she knew she wanted this more then anything.

She was also getting a little weirded out by him. For a few months now he had been paying more of his attention to her, be it pranks, teasing or offering to go get her when dinner was ready.

Walking into the living room, she flopped down onto the sofa and turned the TV on. She flicked through the channels until she landed on BBC3. A movie was currently on; Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. She smiled, snuggling into the sofa. While the movie was a bit generic in the romance department for her taste, at least there was blood and violence. The music was good to.

Just as the little boy was starting to sing about Pirelli's magical elixir, Jerome walked in.

"Sweeny Todd? That's so typical of you Trixie." he laughed as he sat down on one of the chairs.

"Shut up Jerome! Family Guy's on after this!" she defended, lying through her teeth. He raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever." he shrugged, turning back to the TV. For half an hour the two watched in silence as the day turned to night. The heating in the house was currently off in the house, Victor wanting to save money. Patricia hated the cold, her shivering violent as she wrapped herself up in the blanket across the back of the sofa.

Jerome watched her, fighting his own shivers. He was a man after all.

"You cold Trixie?" he asked. She glared at him.

"Of course idiot! It's like seven degrees in here!" she snapped. Jerome rolled his eyes. Patricia was always extra cranky when she was cold and he was not willing to deal with it. Without saying a word he got up and plopped himself down next to Patricia, pulling the comforter across him before pulling Patricia against his body. She struggled away at first, fighting her blush but Jerome held her firmly.

"Would you stop struggling? I'm just trying to warm us up!" he hissed, his eyes focused on the screen. Patricia stopped struggling, looking up at him. He had never done anything like this when she was cold before.

"Ok…but don't try anything." she warned before turning back to the movie. As the minutes ticked on, Patricia found herself getting more and more comfortable against Jerome's warm body. Soon she was curled up against him, his arm around her waist while she rested against his chest.

Jerome's heart was beating fast as Patricia leaned her head against his shoulder. He had never felt so alive, yet at peace. It was just him and Patricia, alone. Nothing could be more perfect.

Just as the little boy and the woman were talking about suspicious people, Patricia turned her head to look up at Jerome.

"Jerome?" he turned to look at her. Her green eyes were soft but holding questions. He felt the same confusion, wishing his feelings would sort themselves out.

"Yeah?" he whispered.

"What's going on with us?" he sighed, knowing this would come up eventually. All the attention he had been putting into pranking her, teasing her. He just couldn't put it into words how much he just wanted to be there for her, to not let anyone else have her the way he wanted.

"I-I just…" he sighed as he looked back at the screen.

"Oh…" Patricia sighed, pulling away slightly from him. Jerome panicked. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her.

As the music started to play on the TV, Jerome turned Patricia to look at him.

"I might not be able to put it into words, but there is definitely there Trixie, please believe me." before Patricia could respond, Jerome started to sing.

Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.

Jerome had never felt so stupid in all his life but it seemed to be having an affect of Patricia, so he continued.

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.

No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...

Not to worry, not to worry
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb
I can do it, put me to it
Show me something I will overcome
Not to worry, mum.

Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...

No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...

As he finished, he gave Patricia his best 'please-don't-judge-me' look. She had a shocked expression on her face, tears pooling in her eyes. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Jerome tensed before sighing in relief, kissing her back while wrapping his arms around her.

When the two separated, Jerome looked at Patricia right in the eyes.

"I love you Trixie." he breathed. He hoped the words he had chosen, no matter how simple, were the right ones. It seemed they were as a big smile stretched across her face.

"I love you too Jerome." his smile could have lit up the Wembley stadium. Not wanting to ruin their moment, Jerome turned them back to the movie, pulling Patricia against him. They sat there watching, Jerome stroking Patricia's hair softly as she slowly dropped off to sleep.


Alfie and Amber walked in through the front door, laughing quietly. When they entered the living room, an adorable sight met their eyes. Jerome was laying on the sofa, Patricia using him as a pillow while the TV played an old Family Guy episode as the two slept. Alfie smiled, glad his best friend had found love. Turning off the TV, he and Amber headed up stairs.

"They are so hearing about this tomorrow." Amber said with a smirk.