I'm not entirely sure what happens in the series (mainly because I've forgotten) so this story will only be loosely based on the events and might be slightly AU

"Hello?"

"Heeelllloooo?"

Someone was breathing really heavily in my ear so it was just my instinct to flick them.

"OW!"

I opened my eyes slowly and twisted my head around to see Jerome rubbing the side of his forehead.

"What did you do that for?" He moaned.

"Oh, only that you were hovering over me while I was asleep." I shot back. "Why'd you wake me up, anyway?"

"It's almost dinner."

"WHAT?!" I cried. "We were meant to go out!"

"None of us were really in the mood for it." He shrugged. "Nice pyjamas, by the way." He said and nodded at my Elmo nightwear. I pulled a face at him and he smirked.

"I don't want to get up." I groaned into Harry's pillow.

"Sorry? I didn't understand a word you just said."

"Meh." I closed my eyes.

"You're such a charmer, Kayla."

"Meh."

Jerome just chuckled and climbed into Harry's bed next to me.

I rolled over so I was facing him. "This is kinda strange."

"Really? I thought we were friends."

"No, I hate you."

"Aw."

I laughed and propped myself up on my elbows, and looked down on Jerome who was on his side with his face resting on his hand, his fingers tangled in his dirty blond hair.

He looked kind of... sexy.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Jerome started speaking again.

"No getting up, no dinner." He said, wiggling a finger at me.

"You're so mean." I pouted.

"Well, that is my reputation."

"I thought your reputation was being a slimy, unsympathetic bastard."

"And that too." His famous smirk played on his lips. "Come on, we'll miss dinner."

I lifted my arms up.

"Seriously?" He raised an eyebrow. "Fine." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, before one arm slid under my thighs, so he was holding me bridal-style. He trudged out into the hall, skipping slightly.

"God, you're light Kayla." He commented.

"I try my best." I murmured.

He smirked and carried me to the top of the stairs (which we almost fell down) but we made it to the living room in the end.

"I can hear wedding bells." Eddie sniggered next to Patricia.

"Oh yeah, we're totally getting married." I flicked my hair dramatically.

"I proposed to her and everything." Jerome told everyone before he dropped me 'by accident' and I went smack on the floor. Everyone burst into fits of laughter, and after getting over the shock I too started laughing, before Jerome slung me over his shoulder like a fireman.

"Sorry babe." He said, and started spinning around, before he dropped me into his arms bridal style again.

"Yeah, no worries, apart from the slipped disc in my back." I said through gritted teeth. "Let's just hope the little one in here doesn't inherit your idiocy." I said while patting my stomach. At that moment, while I was talking, Trudy and Victor walked in.

God, their faces.

"Uh…" I stammered.

"IT'S A BOY!" Jerome cried and spun me around again, and everyone started laughing again. Jerome finally put me down and we went to our seats while Trudy served us dinner, giving me and Jerome funny looks. Amber whipped out her bejewelled hot pink ultra-modern touchscreen phone and started frantically tapping away at the screen (her screensaver is Justin Bieber-ugh), and Nina's phone vibrated on the dinner table and she read the text Amber had sent her.

Texting someone when they're in the same room?

Seriously?

Amber and Nina both looked at each other with worried faces before both of them started tapping away at their keyboards, and soon Fabian, Patricia, Joy, Jerome, Alfie and Eddie all received texts. I swore Eddie and Jerome groaned.

"Something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing." Fabian answered.

"Um, did I miss anything today?" I asked.

"No." Joy replied without looking up from her spaghetti.

Wow. Talk about contributing to the conversation. I looked at Harry from across the table and he raised his eyebrows.

It was time to do some digging.

After dinner; Nina, Fabian, Amber, Alfie, Patricia, Eddie, Jerome and Joy all 'disappeared' at different intervals. Mara and Mick stayed at the dinner table, pouring over numerous exercise and textbooks and scribbling things on sheets of paper.

"I might hit the sack." Harry declared, and got up and stretched.

"Me too." I yawned.

Mara and Mick nodded.

"Goodnight." They called.

"Night." Me and Harry lazily called back.

We both crept up the wooden stairs and retrieved various recording devices and phones from hidden places in our rooms, and we both met each other on a deserted landing, loaded with our wares. We nodded at each other and sneaked back down the stairs, being careful to avoid the creaky floorboards Jerome and Alfie had pointed out to us a couple of days earlier. We made it to the door under the oak staircase, and Harry took out a paperclip he had saved from Maths class during the day. He prised it open and inserted the end into the keyhole, before twisting and jiggling it around in the lock before hearing an almost silent click.

"Bingo." He whispered. Wow, hours of being locked into abandoned classrooms by football players had really paid off for him.

Harry slowly opened the hidden door, grinning like a madman, before entering and motioning for me to join him inside the small and darkened chamber. I had seen Fabian examine this door thoughtfully the other day, and Harry had even spotted Alfie stumble out of it crazily followed by a laughing Patricia.

They're not the greatest at keeping secrets secret.

We tip-toed inside, shuffling down a dark and dusty stone corridor before coming to a halt outside a dead end. I cursed under my breath at our sudden stop to our little adventure. I knocked on the grey stone, looking for a hollow patch. After plenty of knocking, I came across one and looked over at Harry, whose demeanour brightened. We gave it a hard shove, but nothing happened.

"Jesus Christ." Harry huffed.

"Nina, are you sure this will work?"

"Yes, Fabian, now stop worrying."

"We don't have much time!"

"I know, we'll do it tomorrow at the latest."

"It's past curfew, we have to get back."

"Everyone, stop talking. I'm trying to figure this out!"

Me and Harry froze. We slowly looked at each other before hearing footsteps on the other side of the stone and we both scarpered. Harry clambered up a sheer wall (we're very talented, if you hadn't yet realised) while I crouched near the door we couldn't get past. But because of the angle where I was crouching, nobody would be able to see me, unless they looked behind them. Sure enough, the stone slid open and out walked Nina and co.

"Nina, we're running out of time." Fabian told Nina.

"I know we are, Fabian, just… let me sleep on it." Nina was clearly stressed.

The others walked behind the couple, not saying a word, but looking tired.

They walked around the corner and I heard a door creak open and close, and the sound of a lock clicking into place.

"Crap." I heard Harry whisper from the ceiling. He dropped down and landed on all fours, his face slightly red. I stood up from my hiding place and went over to the door to get out, jiggling the handle a bit before I realised we were locked in.

"Harry, do you still have that paperclip?"

"No." He panicked.

Great.

I reached for a Kirby grip I had in my pocket and twisted it into the keyhole, before another click signalled that I had unlocked it.

"Two Reagans, master locksmiths." I laughed.

We crept outside, being careful not to make any noise, before running up the stairs.

"We need to be careful..." I whispered.

"I kno- AH!" Harry jumped as we walked straight into Nina and Fabian.

"Kayla! Harry! What are you doing up? It's past curfew!" Nina exclaimed, surprised herself.

"Uh, we both needed the bathroom." I quickly made up an excuse.

"At the same time?" Fabian enquired.

"Yeah, she left some stuff in my room." Harry saved it.

"Oh, alright then. Goodnight." Nina nodded at Harry.

"Uh, yeah. Goodnight." Harry walked off to his room.

After a kiss goodnight from Nina, Fabian also wandered off to his room, muttering to himself, before me and Nina both went back to our room, where Patricia had just go in.

"Uh, Kayla?" Nina asked from her bed.

"Yeah?"

"Um, please don't tell Victor or Trudy that we were out of bed after curfew."

"Sure."

"Um, so you won't?"

"I won't tell." I rolled over.

Did she really think I was that much of a snitch?

"Goodnight." Patricia murmured.

"Goodnight." Me and Nina whispered back.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking in the sunlight, and rubbed the sleep from my eyelids. I groaned and rolled over, wrapping my duvet even tighter around my body. My alarm clock told me it was half twelve. I looked over at Nina and Patricia's beds, to find that they were gone, and Nina's covers neatly made. My phone buzzed on my bedside table, and it was a text from Harry.

Just woke up, J is still in bed bt awake. Did u know he talks in his sleep? H x

I smiled and quickly replied.

P and N r up. And rlly? Wht does he talk about?

I sent the text and waited for a reply.

Thts a secret ;)

I rolled my eyes.

Ur such a tease. Plz tell me :P

I waited again.

Nope, my lips r sealed

I locked my phone and threw it back down onto the table. I yawned and sat up, untangled myself from my sheets and duvet, and slipped on my Ugg boots. I shuffled out the door to my room and trudged down the hallways, and after shuffling for a few minutes I lazily knocked on Harry's door. A sleepy 'come in' followed and I pushed the door open, and Harry and Jerome were lying on their beds, their hair messy and only wearing tracksuit bottoms.

"Morning." They both chorused lazily.

"Morning. And I hardly see how those are practical." I commented and sat down on Harry's bed.

"What?"

"Aren't those tracksuit things too warm and don't your chests get cold?"

"Not really." Jerome piped up. I looked over at him, and he was lying on his bed reading the next Walking Dead comic. He was wearing dark grey sweatpants, and his hair was messed up even more. And his chest, god his chest.

He had abs.

What was I talking about again?

Oh yes.

"And don't you get cold in those?" Jerome's eyes scanned my body. I was wearing plain light grey cotton shorts and a red vest top.

"No." I snapped back.

The door opened and Alfie walked in, mumbling to himself and shoving his hands in his pockets and turning them out.

"Looking for something?" Jerome asked, not looking up from his comic.

Alfie didn't reply, instead he pulled open a drawer and started throwing random items of clothing out and discarding them on the floor. He checked his pockets one last time before turning around.

"Hey, have any of you seen my phone?" Alfie asked whilst rummaging around in his school bag.

We all shook our heads.

"Well… if you see it…" Alfie left the room.

"I just want to stay in bed aaaallll day." Jerome groaned.

"Me too." Harry yawned.

Jerome stretched and got up, and Harry made a big thing of it and covered my eyes with his hands. I laughed and turned around to face him before pushing him onto the floor and sitting on his back. Jerome turned around from putting on a shirt and glanced down at Harry, who was thrashing around. He laughed and sat down on his bed again.

"Too much effort?" I jokingly asked once Harry had picked himself off the floor.

"Yeah." He sighed, and made a dramatic reach for a water bottle on his bedside table while pulling faces and making noises. "So… far… away…" He said between sharp intakes of breaths.

I threw an inside-out sock that was lying on the floor at the water bottle and it flew into his open palm.

"Wow!" Jerome laughed.

"As Kayla sometimes says, she has a very particular set of skills that can be a nightmare for you if you annoy her." Harry spoke up from making a duvet cave thing. Lord, he's such a kid.

Jerome's face paled before he laughed nervously. "Good to know." He said.

"We should probably go downstairs." Jerome told us.

"No we're not." Eddie said sleepily from the doorway. We all turned around to look at our unexpceted visitor.

"Why not?"

"Because I've been down there, and they're just talking about homework and boring… stuff." Eddie said, his eyes half-closed.

"Well, we need something to do." Jerome groaned.

"I know!" Harry called from under his duvet. He lifted the edge up so it exposed his face. "We should make a fort!"