This was prompted by She'sMajestic-I'mNoOne, but also, greenkittycat had prompted something very similar, so this is for both of them. Enjoy!

"Shut up, Slimeball; I would never watch Doctor Who." Patricia grumbled irritably.

"Then what was with the poster rolled up in your dresser drawer? Hmm…?" Jerome hummed, poking her side playfully.

She poked her tongue out at him and then snapped at him, "Why were you in my room?"

"My girlfriend is one of your roommates." He stated smugly.

"Then why were you going through my drawers?"

"Mara wasn't there and I got bored pretty quickly." he shrugged.

"Then why didn't you go look for her?"

"I knew where she was."

"Then why did you—" she stopped, growling at him as he grinned at her wickedly. "Hardy-har-har, Clarke," She pushed his shoulder, and laughed, realizing that their fight was beginning to get really stupid. So what if she was a secret Doctor Who fan? It wasn't a crime. She was just a little embarrassed about it, so she kept her love for it in the closet.

"You wanna know a secret." Jerome grinned, leaning into Patricia more.

The auburn haired girl arched an eyebrow at him and nodded reluctantly.

"Eddie and Mara are staring at us."

"Why?" she scoffed, turning around to look at them.

"Don't look at them," he snapped, grabbing her shoulder and directing her to face him again. "Just look at them."

"That makes no sense." She said in a monotone.

"What I mean is don't turn around and look at them directly. Look at that poster, but let your eyes land on them for a split second and then turn back to Me." he instructed, pointing behind her.

Patricia did as he told her. Her green eyes landed on Mara and Eddie for a moment. She glanced at Jerome again and settled back in her seat. They had looked away once she'd turned her head. It just looked like they were just sitting there; Mara reading her book and Eddie listening to his music.

"What about them?"

"They look kinda jealous." He chuckled.

"Are you serious?" she scoffed. "That little doofus; he just doesn't get it does he? I would never like you."

"Ditto," he grinned. "Our little moment a second ago might have looked like flirting from their point of view though."

"But I still think jealous Mara is adorable. Her face is getting kinda red from anger. And her eyes kinda thin into slits. And then her hands tighten around the book. And then she looks at Eddie. And then she hugs him. And then—wait what?"

"Now look who's jealous." Patricia chuckled.

"Oh, and you're not? They're sitting way too close for comfort." He frowned.

"They are—?"

"Don't look at them, Trixie." He groaned, rolling his blue eyes.

"Right, sorry," she sighed, turning and pointing to another poster, and then she spoke again, making it look as if she was trying to make a point to Jerome. "They're sitting way too close."

"That's what I said."

"Well, looks like I need to go embarrass the Cockroach about being jealous. This is gonna be great." She laughed.

"Can I watch?" Jerome asked excitedly.

"Sure," she shrugged and turned around to look at Eddie and Mara.

The two were leaned in closer so that they should share Eddie's earbuds. They smiled at Patricia when she raised her eyebrows at them and Eddie uttered something to Mara, which caused her to giggle quietly.

"Ha, you're jealous!" Patricia called teasingly, directing an accusing finger at him.

His head shot up and he stared at her in shock. "Wh-what, I am not!" he protested.

"Don't deny it." she shook her head disapprovingly, standing up, and she walked out of the room without another word.

"Well, what else am I supposed to be feeling when my girlfriend is being all playful and friendly with Jerry Clarke? You can understand what I'm saying." He defended himself, following her out of the room.

Mara watched them as they bickered down the hallway and then their voices couldn't be heard anymore. She turned to Jerome and blushed, ducking her head.

"So, Jaffray, feel like a game of chess?" he asked, choosing to ignore her past jealousy.

"That depends, do you feel like losing?" she smirked.

He grinned at her and scoffed. "Yeah, right, we both know that will never happen."

Short and not my best, but I'm trying to update a little before the end of the week.

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Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned. -Song of Solomon 8:7

-Rachel