So thanks to the reviews I've had for the previous chapter, they were dually appreciated, and I mean that. I'm sort of taking a bit of a break from letters and angels because this is more light hearted and it is hard to get into the dark/depression writing zone. I mean that. Anyway, this chapter is Patrome, I hope you like it (in each one-shot, the previous one hasn't happened)
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It was the end of a monotonous Wednesday. Jerome and Alfie strode side by side back to the house, talking half-heartedly about the day. French was boring, English was boring, History was boring, even drama, the class that Jerome expected to be just a little bit exciting wasn't. The whole day dragged on Jerome as if chains attached to a truck shackled his ankles, limiting his desire to learn and or speak. "Jerome, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing." He commented way too quickly. It didn't matter anyway, her red hair flickered out of his sight and he fell into a daze once again. The distance to the house was agonizing, he felt as if it lasted forever, and hearing Alfie drone on about aliens wasn't helping much. "… So she basically like rigged the shower, hey Jerome are you even listening to me?" Jerome managed a small 'huh' and immediately let his attention fall on Alfie, noticing the the conversation had turned into something vaguely interesting.
"What happened?" He was curious as to who rigged the shower. It wasn't every day at Anubis that someone was pranked, and whenever someone was, they were the first ones to hear about it. "Patricia put a stock cube in the shower head. I was taking a shower this morning and ended up tasting the fish-stock. It was horrible." Laughter managed its way out of Jerome. Patricia was priceless most of the time. She wasn't the biggest fan of pranks but when she pulled one, she made sure that it was something that scarred the victim.
Alfie shot Jerome a puzzled look. "What? Alfie, that's one of the most genius things I've ever heard! Do you still smell like stock?" Jerome teasingly sniffed Alfie and laughed as his expression fell. "Ok, jokes over, what do you want to do to her?" Alfie smiled madly as he rambled on about different pranks he'd seen on the internet. Jerome laughed to himself. He would just get Alfie to pull the prank. Honestly it wasn't fair to prank Patricia since…
"You think it's a good idea?" Jerome snapped himself back into attention. "Sorry, I was a bit distracted, what?" Alfie seemed to throw a tantrum then and there. "You've been ignoring me all day man. What's up?" It all seemed too funny to Jerome, the way Alfie was acting, as if he were a little kid. "Relax Alfie, I think I have a better plan. Ever heard of the salty toothbrush?" Alfie's eyebrows raised in speculation. "Oh, come on Alfie, it's common knowledge. Rub toothbrush into some unexpecting victim's toothbrush, and watch them gag when they brush their teeth."
"Dude, that's amazing, but… can you do it?" Jerome stared at Alfie in disbelief. Alfie never turned down the opportunity for a good prank, especially if it was one that he was excited about. "You want me to do it?" Alfie scoffed in disbelief," Yeah I want you to do this. You're like the Prank King!" The two started walking again, the sound of the gravel crunching under their feet the only sound between them. Jerome honestly was stuck. Not doing the prank would either upset Alfie or make him suspicious but actually doing it would her their relationship… It was bad enough he had to hide it from Alfie and the whole house but having to put that on risk?
"I'll do it." He muttered nonchalantly. It would be the only way to get Alfie off his back. "Really? Awesome dude, let's do it tonight." Rolling his eyes, he walked into his house, digging his hands into his pockets out of habit. Patricia really was gonna hate him. Even he knew it was inevitable, but out of loyalty to Alfie. He at least owed him that in return for taking advantage of him, but part of him really was dreading her reaction.
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"Why hello Trixie," Jerome stated sneaking up on her. "Jesus Jerome, you know I hate it when you do that." He smirked at her as she clutched her tie for dear life. "You really think I'd stop doing it when it's so damn fun to see you react?" Simply sneering, she commented loudly in her typical Patricia style," You arsehole." He laughed at how upfront she could be. "Well, what do you want then? Suppose Alfie told you about the stock." Clasping his hands together, he simply said ," You're a genius. He's still scarred, and he smells like fish." The two laughed as Jerome recalled how touchy Alfie was, Jerome thankfully though avoiding the topic of the prank.
Jerome always had loved hanging out with Trixie. From her shrewd inappropriate jokes to the fact that she always seemed to know what was going in his life, she was simply amazing. Grabbing an apple, he played with it in his hands, cleaning the surface with his shirt. "You gonna it that or rub it on your chest all day." Smirking, he replied," You jealous, are you?" She seemed to turn as red as her hair at this. "Shut up." Laughing at her was refreshing. It was always her laughing at him, and times had changed, turning the tables completely. "Whaddya want? You never come to me unless you want something." "Oh I doubt that, sometimes you come to me don't you?" His smile lingered on her lips, travelling down. "My eyes are up here!"
"Right." He commented, his eyes snapping back up to meet hers. "You never told me why you were here," she asked going back to cleaning the dishes. "Nothing, just this." He pulled her back by her waist and turned her around to face him. His lips met hers violently. Reacting, she pulled him closer to her with her tie, willing him to hold her. She loved his kisses, how they always came at the strangest of times. His hands cupped her face as he pulled back before kissing her with a series of long and lingering pecks.
"Jerome!" The two flinched away from each other to see Mara standing there, her expression shocked. "Um… Hi Mara?" Patricia asked uncertainly, trying to act natural. Of course, she couldn't help but play with her hair out of habit. "Am… Was I interrupting something?" Her voice squeaked as if she were traumatized, her eyes near popping out of her head. "No you weren't Mara, now, I've got to go and do my physics homework." Jerome stated, struggling not to laugh as he strolled out of the room, looking back as Patricia, who looked horrified at the fact that they had been caught. Mara wouldn't tell though, so they were safe for now.
Patricia wasn't having any of the questions. "Patricia I-" "Nope," "-Just wanna know what's up with you and Jer-" "Mara, can you please drop the subject?" "-ome, I mean, are you guys dating?" "Mara! I honestly don't know. Jerome is unpredictable; I have no idea what this is!" Mara still stood there even as Patricia glared at her. "Patricia, don't you trust me?" She sighed, Mara always had trust issues, even in the face of her problems. "I do it's just, I wanna figure this out on my own, ok?" Mara nodded silently and left, still worried for her friend.
Jerome was unpredictable, and with him under the house, everyone was always prepared for one of his pranks, only Patricia seemed like a someone who could tame him. If only she could tell her that…
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It was all set. Salt coated every single bristle, almost thick enough to see. Of course, being Jerome, he decided to watch. She wouldn't be as mad, he thought, if he were right there next to her, half apologizing and half laughing. In fact, she might be appreciative, he mumbled, that he demonstrated a new prank on her. This was highly unlikely being that it was Alfie's own plan, but he couldn't deny his best friend.
Alfie has seemed perturbed through the whole experience. From the hissy fits to shyness, he suspected something. Obviously it had been something Amber related. Amber, Amber, Amber, that was all he used to hear but now he scarcely talked about her and changed the topic almost immediately when she came up in any of their passing conversations.
Lewis would have to explain, but that all came later, as he saw Patricia head for the bathroom. Her zombie like walk signalled she was tired. Who wouldn't be? From school, to the constant monotony that school had become, as well as all her 'secrets' and her drastic efforts trying to keep them hidden, Jerome knew she would not be in the mood for a prank.
She even looked like she had totally disregarded her Patricia clothes. Grey stripped short shorts hung on her legs showing off her pale milky skin. She wore a t-shirt that proclaimed that,' Tap Water is the Water of gods,' To which Jerome almost laughed at due to the fact it was a v-neck and on multiple occasions she had put it upon herself to express her disdain for v-necks and how only chavs wore them.
His feet made no sound as he strolled across the hall, opening the door for her reaction. Surely enough, he heard her wretch just as he opened the door. "Having a fun time there Trixie?" Her eyeliner rimmed eyes glared at him through the mirror with such ferocity, such anger that it almost startled him, key word being almost.
"You bastard!" She screamed," You just violated my mouth!" Laughter wrangled its way free from his throat and he bit on his knuckle to try to stop it. Her chest heaved with boiled up emotions. How had she come to like the idiot in the first place? He was nothing but an arse hole, taking delight in others suffering as long as he benefited. Maybe Eddie would have been a better choice, she thought, he probably wouldn't have been so rude. Still, a small part, well, a big part of her loved Jerome and who he was.
That didn't mean though, that he would get away with what he had done. Patricia thought quickly trying to think of something, all the while still managing to glare at Jerome. "That's it? You're not even going to butcher me? Patricia, you certainly don't know how t-"She spun around quickly and smashed her lips to his. Her hands trailed his back as she pulled him closer to her. Letting the shock fade, he eventually got into the kiss as well, their bodies working rhythmically together.
His hands grazed her bare thighs as she kissed a sensitive spot on his lips. Passion poured into the kiss as their hands explored each other bodies. His slipped under her shirt as his finger-tips left trails of fireworks on her skin. Breaking the kiss, she lifted up her shirt as he still held her close. "You weren't kidding Trixie, all that salt did violate my mouth." Jerome quipped as he leaned down once again, his lips leaning dangerously close to hers. His lips met hers once again, yet this kiss was lingering, soft, and tender.
It was this very precise moment, though, that Alfie chose to walk in, expecting to see Patricia beating up Jerome, yet this wasn't the case as he quickly noticed from the fact that she was topless and they were kissing. None of them talked for a moment as they took everything in, Patricia blushing madly and Jerome avoiding Alfie's judgmental gaze.
It seemed minutes before Alfie finally perked up, his tone still estranged, "What the fu-?"
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Well that was fun to write, although I think it's a little too similar to the last chapter. What can you do? Anyway, just to clarify if you were lost Alfie likes Patricia, and Jerome and Patricia have been dating for a while. Now I have to get back to letters and angels. Bye!