Well, second update today, but don't expect another one, I'm tired and I'm gonna crash. This was prompted by 'greenkittycat'! Enjoy!

Patricia frowned. Something was wrong. This wasn't right. Someone should have said something by now. They had forgotten, hadn't they? They did.

"Hey, Patticakes, why so down in the mouth?"

Patricia glared up at the blonde as he smirked in return. He was looking for trouble. He was hunting it. And whether he was hunting or being hunted, trouble was always very close by.

"Oh, did you forget, too? Of course, you did." she spat.

"Forgot what?" Jerome asked. His dark eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.

"Today's my birthday, Slimeball!" she snapped.

"Oh, birthday!" he mumbled in realization. "So everyone forgot, I take it." he asked knowingly.

"What gave you that impression?" she muttered sarcastically.

"I was the last person you expected to remember, huh?" he chuckled.

"Absolutely," she scoffed.

"Well, I'm all about surprises," he grinned smugly, holding a small, dark blue back out to her, silver tissue paper poking out of the top.

She watched him warily, but took the bag. He smiled softly, taking a seat next to her on the bench. He waited patiently for her to open it. She looked over at him and rolled her tongue over her teeth, trying to decide if she should trust him and open it or not.

And when she looked in his bright blue eyes, she discovered that he had let his walls down. His emotions were on full display; nervousness, care, hope; just a hint of insecurity. She confidently dug her hand into the bag and she pulled out a tiny figurine.

The little glass girl was standing in an oh-so-innocent way, her blonde hair pulled back in cute, braided pigtails. She was wearing a pair of jean overalls with a pink shirt. Her feet were bare on the green grass of the stand she stood on. And in her outstretched hand was a tiny, colorful butterfly.

It was something incredibly girly, and anyone would think that Patricia would throw it and let it smash to a thousand pieces without even flinching. But, what they didn't know, was that the little, girly figurine was important to Patricia, and it almost made her cry.

"You remembered." She whispered in awe, staring down at the fragile item in her hands. She held it tightly and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

"You're ever so welcome, Trix." He replied softly, hugging her back.

A throat was cleared behind them and they pulled away from each other. Patricia settled back in her seat and Jerome's arm fell behind her to rest on the back of the bench.

"Having fun?" Eddie asked angrily, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, brother," Jerome chuckled softly, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Mara stood behind him, as well as their other friends. Jerome reached out and tugged Mara's hand until she was sitting between him and Patricia. He kissed her cheek tenderly, entwining their fingers.

"Yes, actually, I am having fun." Patricia nodded. She held her present up for everyone to see.

"No offense, Trish, but isn't that a little girly?" Alfie snickered.

"Yes, yes, it is. Jerome remembered!" she grinned.

"Remembered what?" Eddie growled, jealousy flaring in his green eyes.

Jerome jumped into the conversation to answer Eddie, smirk plastered on his pale face. "Well, Sweety, when we were thirteen, there was a house outing. We went into town and sort of window shopped for hours. And before we went back to the house, Patricia saw this pawn shop with a little figurine in the window. And though, yes it was very girly, for reasons unbeknownst to me, she fell in love with the small girl. I remembered and bought it for her."

Eddie's shoulders relaxed a bit, but he was still angry that they had been so close.

"I also remembered that today is her birthday." Jerome added with a devilish smile.

Eddie's eyes grew wide, as did everyone else's.

"Today's your birthday? Oh, Patricia, I'm sorry. I knew there was something special about today." Mara muttered, covering her face with her hands in shame.

"It's alright, Mara, don't worry about it." Patricia shrugged it off, completely surprising her housemates.

"You're not mad?" Joy asked in shock.

"Well, I was, but then Jerome gave me this. It really made my day. You guys are forgiven. Thank you, Slimeball."

"Anything for you, Trixie Pixie." He replied, tugging on a strand of her auburn hair gently.

"Yeah, this is just weird…" Amber mumbled.

That was an interesting side of Trixie, but whatever. Review?

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. -Romans 8:38-39

-Rachel