Ugh, so okay, these are seriously late and they're gonna suck so bad, but I feel awful for taking so long with filling prompts, so I'm only going to write HOC today.

This was prompted by a guest (I have no idea if this is the same person or not): Nina is back and Eddie spends most of his time with her and even stood up Patricia on their date. Fabian and Patricia are jealous and are caught making out after Patricia is stood up by Eddie. Jerome and Mara has to fix up Peddie and Fabina.

This isn't exactly what you had asked for, but I wrote it. Sort of.

Enjoy? Probably won't since I suck, but try to. :3

Patricia peeked around the side of the building and glared at Eddie's head as he laughed on the bench. Her jade eyes flitted to Nina, where she sat beside him, telling stories about America.

"Patricia?"

She jumped, turning back to Fabian and hitting his arm. "Don't sneak up on me."

"Sorry," he said sheepishly and looked over her shoulder at the bench. "Why are you spying?"

"Oh, come on," she scoffed, turning back to the corner. "You can't tell me that by how much time Nina and Eddie are spending together it isn't bothering you at all."

"Nina and I aren't dating anymore. I can't expect her to avoid other guys. Besides she's only here for a week, and then she'll be going back to the states." He explained, his tone slowly getting harder as he watched Nina laugh at something Eddie whispered to her.

Patricia rolled her eyes.

Fabian caught the action and gave her a deadpanned look. "Patricia, you're spying on them from behind a building, and your ears are turning red, which for you is a sign of anger and jealousy."

Patricia snorted. "Look who's standing next to me."

"Who are we spying on?"

Patricia and Fabian jumped and turned to Jerome as he chuckled at their surprise.

"Slimeball," Patricia scowled.

"Trixie," Jerome's eyes landed on the bench. "Ah, jealousy…it can kill people you know."

"Do you need to be standing here?" she demanded.

"I could ask you the same question." He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest boldly.

"I'm allowed to be standing here. He's my boyfriend."

"Jeez, who knew you could be so possessive." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. His attention turned to Fabian. "So why are you here? Nina's not your girlfriend."

"I was just coming to see what Patricia was looking at." The brunet said.

"Ah, and then you realized that your best friend was moving in on your lady."

"She's not mine—Jerome, please," Fabian sighed, dragging a hand down his face tiredly.

"Alright," he raised his hands in surrender, "Just don't do anything stupid, kids."

"Patricia?" Eddie said hesitantly, striding up to the park bench with Nina in tow.

Patricia turned away from Fabian and faced her boyfriend. "Eddie."

"What's going on?" he asked, his green eyes flitting to Fabian, whom Patricia had been whispering to, briefly.

"Nothing, we were just planning on going out to lunch." She shrugged.

Eddie slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, frowning. "You don't want to have lunch with me?"

"Aren't you busy?"

Fabian silently watched the exchange and glanced at Nina with a small smile. She waved with a smile of her own, turning back to Patricia and Eddie when the two were suddenly nose to nose in an argument where their words just jumbled together.

Jerome sighed heavily, his hand in Mara's, as they walked up to the group. "What is going on over here? They're disrupting the peace."

"Patricia's doing what you told her not to do." Fabian replied.

Jerome's eyes darted over him quickly with a calculating look and then chuckled. "Didn't I tell you the same thing? And yet you were plotting with Patricia anyway?"

"Jerome, are you interfering again?" Mara hissed.

"I have to, it's my job. No one would get anything done without me, darling." He responded, kissing her temple.

"We weren't plotting. We were going to get lunch. We've done it before, Jerome." Fabian said, standing up from the bench.

"Right, so you were going to do your plotting over lunch then."

"No, I calmed Patricia down a few minutes ago and we were going to ask Eddie and Nina to come with us, but she got jealous again." He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, his eyes going back to the quarreling couple beside them.

Jerome groaned, rolling his head on his shoulders, and then walked up to Eddie, tapping him on the shoulder. "Dude."

Eddie brushed his hand aside, intent on keeping up with his girlfriend's argument.

"Edison," Jerome tried again, swiping a hand through his dirty-blond hair.

"Stay out of this, Slimeball." Patricia snapped.

"Would you two shut it?" he retorted. They turned to him angrily and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Patricia was going to ask you to lunch, Sweety Junior."

Eddie blinked and turned back to Patricia, who stood defiantly with her arms crossed.

"What?" she demanded.

"You two get so jealous." Jerome said, looking up at the partially cloudy sky. "Jealous of Nina. Jealous of Fabian. While these two are just happy to see each other again."

When he motioned to Fabian and Nina, sitting on the bench, chatting and laughing quietly, Patricia pursed her lips, tapping Eddie's arm to get his attention.

"Want to have lunch?" she asked.

"Thought you'd never ask." He smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"What about you two?"

Fabian and Nina accepted happily and Jerome sighed at the peace that suddenly fell upon the school campus.

"Mission accomplished." He said, leading Mara down the sidewalk as the other two couples headed off in the opposite direction.

So yeah...I'll get the next one up some time today. I'm just trying to finish this series up and get it over and done with so I can focus on other things. :P

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