Hello people! What time is it? It's update time! [Lol I'm weird…] So anyways, tis oneshot is called 'Ghosts'. And the Jara shippers are gunna hate me for this, but yes, it's Patrome. Don't be too mad! Please! I just figured that since I only make Jerome with Mara, Nina, or an OC, that I'd give my Patrome shippers a little present. Sorry! [Especially izzi08, she's probably trying to find out where I live so she can get an angry mob of Jara-ites to show up at my door.] (: But anyways, let's start! Oh, and side note, this takes place when they were younger, Patricia's first year at Anubis.

Patricia had always been majorly afraid of ghosts, so when she moved into a creepy old boarding house, it really didn't help. And she only had one other housemate, which just had to be a boy (and a cute one might she add), so she didn't have anyone to confide in or to turn to in the middle of the night when she had another bad dream. She always had nightmares about a ghost eating her alive, or a ghost chasing her down an endless hallway. The dreams never seemed to stop, no matter what she'd try.

So finally, one night, after the millionth nightmare that week, she'd decided to find the boy (whose name she had recently learned to be Jerome), to keep her company.

She crept down the stairs, afraid of getting caught by Victor (or a ghost for that matter). When she had finally reached Jerome's room, she knocked twice, then waited.

'What'll I say when he asks me why I'm here?' she thought, 'Maybe I should just go back upstairs.'. But just as she thought this, he opened the door, still groggy from sleep.

"Patricia?" he asked, "What're you doing here this late?"

"W-well, I…" she trailed off, thinking that this was definitely the worst idea she'd ever had?

"Afraid of ghosts?" he asked her.

Patricia was shocked when he said this. She hadn't told anyone, not even her own parents about this fear of ghosts, and Jerome had found out?

"H-how did you-"

"I hear you talk in your sleep." He interrupted, "I'm surprised it doesn't wake Victor or Trudy."

"Oh." She said, feeling embarrassed.

Jerome sighed. "Come on in." he said, stepping to the side to make way for her.

She looked up at him for a second, debating whether or not to go in, but after the thought of being alone crept back into her mind, she settled on entering.

"Um, Jerome?" she asked, "There's only one bed, where am I going to sleep?"

Jerome gave her a look that said 'Duh!', but replied with, "Well, you said you needed company, right? And you're certainly not alone if someone else is in the bed with you." Jerome winked at her, causing her to blush.

"You're sick!" she exclaimed, "We're only in seventh grade!"

"Oh goodness, get your mind out of the gutter, Trixie!"

"What did you just call me?"

"Uhm, Trixie?" he responded, looking at her strangely.

"It's Patricia." She clarified, "P-A-T-R-I-C-I-A."

"Umm, nope, pretty sure it's Trixie."

"You think I don't know my own name?" Patricia asked, not sure if was joking around or just plain crazy.

"Well, obviously not," he retorted, "If you don't believe me when I tell you that your name is Trixie. T-R-I-X-I-E."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Slimeball."

"Slimeball?" he asked, holding back a laugh.

"Yup," she replied, "If you get to call me Trixie, I can call you Slimeball. It's a fair trade."

"Well, I hardly think it's fair- Oh, never mind. Let's just get some sleep."

"Alright." She caved, sliding under the covers next to him.

"G'night, Slimeball."

"Nighty Night, Trixie."

Well? Good? Bad? Great? Awful? Worst ever? Best ever? Iffy? Okay? Tell me in the reviews! And, if you want, gimme some ideas for later chapters! [Just don't get offended if I don't use yours, I promise it's nothing personal. It's just that I already have an idea for that one.] So, thanks guys! :D