This is the all-nighter, the entire thing.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Jerome's POV

"I want to go," said Amber, giving me and Patricia a few looks but continueing on in her clueless voice, "And this is for Nina. Okay, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

Good choice. Amber's question would be, I would bet my life, Nina, do you like Fabian? or something.

"I, um, dare you too... ask Trudy for some anti-bacterial itch cream?" Amber said, making for once a decent dare, and we all watched Nina get up, walk out the door, and we were silent so we could hear: "Trudy, I hate to bother you, but can I bother some anti-bacterial itch cream?"

"Why, of course, I have some in my suitcase..."

A few seconds later, Nina came in holding a white tube.

We cracked all chuckled, and there was even a giggle from Mara or Amber.

"Okay, so I choose... Joy. Truth or Dare?"

Uh-oh.

"Truth," Joy answered.

"Where did you get that ring?" Nina asked. Her face was catious, a tiny bit smug, but mostly worried by her answer.

"Oh, you know," Joy said politely. Nina was making her sweat (metaphorically), and it was obvious. "My, um, Gran. She gave it to me for luck and everything, since we only have one dance a year. She's into all of that "first time" stuff. Mara? Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"How long did you like Mick?"

"When we started hanging out, about. When I was tutoring him. So, um, why don't we stop this game?"

"Agreed," I said quickly. The last thing I needed was to kiss Patricia three times a week and wonder whether or not I belonged in a loony hut. Well, I guess I never thought I'd have said that. So while Alphie ran to get some freaky movie, we spread out a little more.

"Got it!" He cried, holding up the DVD and messing around with the TV before the screen finally darkened.

"Some people think that what they see is what is real. They think that if everything in their world is perfect, everything everywhere else is perfect, too. They forget about homeless children in Africa, broken-hearted people, and worst of all... the supernatural," said the narrator in a dark, dull voice.

The screen brightened a little, and the movie started. It was about four kids who got tied into the mystery somehow, and there was evidence of a ghost, psychopathic killer, aliens, the whole deal.

It was pretty scary, at some points. Some made me jump, some made me think "pradictable."

After two hours (it was the killer and a dead woman's ghost trying to warn people... nice twist), the credits started to roll up the screen.

"That was so wierd!" Amber said. "I mean, would the so-called tomboy's hair be so perfect?"

"It's a movie," Patricia half-snapped, half-reminded the ditzy blonde. "And you can't be on a movie unless you look perfect, no matter what your personality is." I turned my head, realising she was on my right, close to Mara, as far away from Amber as she could be (understandable. The last all-nighter, Amber had done Patricia's make-up, making her look girly, and let's just say.. when Patricia was done with her the next morning, she looked even Goth-er than Patricia ever did).

"Oh, yeah!" Amber said. She settled into her sleeping bag and everyone else was quite. A few minutes passed, and a few people fell asleep.

Joy, Nina, Amber, Mick, Alphie, and I'm not sure about Mara. I wasn't falling asleep before anyone else, which seemed easy enough. I stayed silent for about ten minutes, allowing the others to fall asleep. I was convinced everyone was sleeping, until I saw a light.

Looking over, I realised it was Patricia's iPod Touch, which she was bent over so it didn't wake anyone up.

"Go to bed!" I whisper-shouted.

"What? Like one o'clock is your record," She replied. "I know for a fact that just last week you stayed up until two in the morning just to pull that prank on Mara."

"How do you know?"

"I have my ways," She smirked at me, but turned her iPod off. Finally, I'd be able to sleep!

"We're going to a what?" I cried at Trudy.

"You heard me," The housemother said. She'd just told us where we were supposed to go that night, and I didn't know if it was the lack of sleep or what that was getting to me.

"And you're telling us now?" Patricia asked.

"Dears, I wasn't born yesterday. I know that half of you would pretend to be sick."

A mummer of "True's" or "So what's?" were heard from the group, and Trudy smiled and left.

"This'll be sooo fun!" squeled Amber, and I rolled my eyes. Anything that Amber thought was fun was bound to be a disaster.

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I'm going to have you find out where they're going, and then have them go there in the next chapter.

~RosePedal51