To answer some reviewer's questions: yes, there are some other couples, and Nina is the stranger.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Patricia's POV

The cafeteria was crowded and decorated. It wasn't really my style, so I kind of hovered by the wall, and Mick was sick, so Mara hung out with me, mostly.

Amber was talking to someone in a pretty blue dress, and they both glanced at me. I pretended not to notice, but mentally I cursed myself for wearing purple- and even worse, a dress. Mara laughed at something I said, and Blue Dress's eyes averted to her.

The two girls went in differant directions, Amber to Alphie, her date, and her friend went to Fabian. I wondered who she was, because she seemed really fimiliar.

The doors swung open, and there was Mick, in his tux, looking ten times better than he did only hours ago. He made a beeline for Mara.

"Look who's coming," I whispered, and Mara looked over.

"Hi, Patricia," Mick said to me, while looking at my best friend. "Hello, Mara. Would you like to dance?"

Mara looked hesitistantly at me, and I gave her a little nod, and then she took Mick's hand and then they got lost in the crowd.

I went outside to get some air. It was nicer out here- with the music pulsing distantly, plus no one else was out here, so I felt alone, but in a good way.

I sat on the ledge of a stone fountain and looked up at the stars, which were shining brightly. I traced lines in the water with my petite finger. The water was cold and fresh and made me feel kind of happy- well, as happy as I could be at a dance.

"What are you doing out here, Trixie?" Jerome asked, walking towards me with his hands in his pockets.

"Does it matter, Slimeball?" I asked in my usual annoyed tone.

"Why, of coarse it does, Patricia," He said in a formal voice. In spite of myself, I gave a small smile, but it quickly vanished.

I shrugged. "It's better out here, I guess."

Jerome gave me a smirk at my sterotypical answer, and I felt my face growing hot as blush creeped in. Good thing I had that type of skin where it always stays it's original pale shade, the one that stays the same color year round.

Back to the dance.

"What are you doing here, Jerome?" I sneered slightly.

"Ah, well, I came to figure out a good prank to play on Alphie before the prom is over," He said. Well, at least the prankster had an excuse. "And I'm not going until you leave." Jerome added.

"Oh, really? Because I'm not leaving," I said.

"You don't think I can wait you out?" Slimeball replied, scoffing.

I leveled myself with him as he sat next to me on the ledge (he already knew this was gonna take a while). "No, I really don't." My voice rang out proud and confident- he knew I was serious and he gave me a competitive glare.

We both sat there, glaring, stuck with our own stubborness.

Eventually I went back to looking at the stars, and the moon had come out. It was full and pretty, and as bright as the sun was in the daytime.

Then someone pushed me. My outstretched arm closest to the fountain hit the water and then my palm hit the rough stone floor. It only went up to my elbow. I looked up, surprised and angry, and saw none other than Jerome smirking at me.

"You jerk!" I yelled, splashing him.

He laughed. "Ah, pushing a distracted girl in a fountain. Never gets old."

I glared. "So you think I'll just stand here and take it, huh?"

"Well, the princesses usually do." He smirked.

Princess? Was he kidding me? I had a backbone, hadn't worn pink in exactly four and a half years, and prided myself in having both a brain and a limited make-up supply. Eyeliner, mascara, and sometimes lip gloss was pretty much where my field of make-up ended.

"Yeah? Well this princess is about to kick your butt!"

He ran off, me chasing him. The Slimeball was laughing. That really ticked me off, only making me run faster.

We were just sprinting in circles, so eventually I caught up with him and yanked his arm.

"Ow," he said, with a roll of his eyes. I gave him a little push, and he gave me a Big mistake look.

"Oh!" He said, feighning surprise. He was wthout a doubt the worst actor I'd seen in a very, very long time. "I'm going down, Patricia!" And with that, Goldilocks here grabbed me and brought me down with him.

"You're so stupid," I snarled as I sat up.

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud." He said with the recognizable glint in his blue eyes.

The music was still throbbing, but the beat was much slower. I watched as Jerome got up and did a goofy bow. "Care to dance?" He asked in a phony British accent, in stead of his actual one. I let a small smile escape, because that's exactly how Nina sounded when she attempted to talk like us.

"Why, I would be delighted," I answered, using the same tone.

So I took his hand, and we danced.

Okay, Patricia, I thought as I spun under Jerome's arm. You're officialy losing it. 'It' being my sanity.

"This is really a wierd night, huh?" I asked the tall figure in my normal voice. He nodded with a small smile before spinning me again.

Then we kissed. And I liked it.

Losing it? My thoughts interupted. It's already gone.

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Patricia is a little OOC, I know, but this was the best I could do at the time.

~RosePedal