A/N: Oh wow! 13 reviews already! Awesome guys!
Rachim4- Yeah, I have. I just thought that since they couldn't be married in this, then it couldn't really be Pason. Still, I do ship that couple.
Anonymous- Thanks! It's hard to make break-ups happy, so I guess I went with sad.
AutumnReign- There will be more, trust me. After my email got cluttered up with all those notifications, I decided to continue. Well, I was going to anyway.
Blewwolf- Sorry about breaking Patrome up, but I'm not really a fan of the couple. Still, at least you like Jara a bit.
HouseOfAnubisFreakLover- Don't worry, I will!
Tabyylynn- Aww, thanks. It's nice reviews that keep me writing.
House Of Anubis Fan- Well, there will be some surprises, so don't worry, it will get LOADS more interesting.
Applesngrapes- Yeah, I thought Peddie would be fun to do. Don't worry, I will update soon!
Amber-Rose-Skydragon- Thanks. I'll update very often.
Izzi08- How did I know that you'd review? Lol. Jara? Your obsession? No. . . *sarcasm*. Son't worry, the Patrome was only for the beginning. It will get very, very interesting. And I thought Amelia would make an AMAZING *sarcasm* swimsuit model, and Alfie a great singer *sarcasm*.
2theleftx2- Oh, sorry about that :). Oh well, there is Fabina (and maybe Amfie, we'll see. . .). Yeah, there will be a lot coming.
Scottskyhawks1999- Don't worry, I will keep writing.
Wow, that was A LOT! Just have to say that JOY WILL NOT BE EVIL! Okay, on with the next chapter!
Disclaimer: Decided to do one of these for once. I do not own House of Anubis, Mick, Joy, Fabian, Nina, Alfie, Amber, Eddie, Patricia, Mara, or Jerome, no matter how much I want to own Jerome.
Chapter 2
Thresholds and Settling In
16, Daisy Cottage
Fabian had carried all the bags from the taxi that had taken them to the cottage, and Nina was concerned.
"Are you sure that you can manage all that Fabian?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Fabian replied, even though he was obviously struggling, "Nines, can you open the door for me and just wait outside?"
"Erm, sure," Nina said, a little confused, but still she held open the door. Fabian staggered in and dumped the bags on the floor.
"Now. . ." he said, grabbing underneath Nina and pulling her up into his arms.
"Fabian!" Nina giggled as he carried her over the threshold.
"Just wanted to make it official," Fabian grinned, pecking her on the lips. Nina grinned widely. Fabian was the best husband EVER!
18, Willow Cottage
Jerome and Mara had, meanwhile, decided to split the bags between them, which seemed like a good plan, especially since most of the bags were light enough for Mara. As soon as he was inside, Jerome flopped down on the sofa and sighed. Mara sat down after him.
"So, I heard you and Patricia. . ."
"We broke up," Jerome said quickly.
"Look, I feel really bad that this whole assignment caused you two to. . ."
"It's not your fault. I just. . . don't want to talk about it."
"Okay, it's your choice," Mara smiled comfortingly.
"Maybe we didn't go together after all. . ." Jerome mumbled.
"Mmm. . ." Mara said, "I'll be right back."
20, Ivy Cottage
I'm with Patricia!, Eddie thought triumphantly.
Oh, great, I'm with Eddie, the most annoying person on Earth, Patricia thought glumly.
Eddie had managed to get over Amber pretty quickly. I mean, she had asked him out, and he had agreed, but that was before he met Patricia.
Patricia, on the other hand, was not having a good day. First reason: she was 'married' to Eddie for TWO whole months. Second Reason: Her and Jerome had just broken up. Third Reason: Alfie insisted on practicing his singing and she could hear him, even though he was two houses away.
Poor Amber, she thought, grinning.
"So, Patricia. . ."
"Don't even think about it, douchebag," Patricia snarled.
"Okay, okay. Trust me, honey," he put extra emphasis on that word, "You'll get used to me soon enough."
"I don't think I ever will," Patricia mumbled, sinking down into the brown leather of the armchair that was in the middle of the room. At least there was the comfort of knowing that they had separate rooms, with a nice, thick wall in between them.
22, Marigold Cottage
Mick was fairly happy with Joy. I mean, she was cute. Joy, on the other hand, couldn't care less about Mick. To her, he was a sports freak. To him, she was a fairy.
However, Mick still had Mara, so he couldn't be having these thoughts about a girl who vanished for a year and came back after summer thinking that nobody would remember that she was gone.
There was a knock on the door.
"You wanna go get that?" Joy asked, reading a magazine with her feet up on the table.
"Don't you?" Joy shook her head.
"Nah."
Mick sighed and heaved himself up. He slowly made his way towards the door and opened it.
On the doorstep was Mara.
"Hey babes," Mick grinned.
"Hey. Can I come in?"
"Sure," he said, as Mara walked in, "Joy, do you mind?"
"Nah, it's okay, I'm fine here."
"Joy!"
"Fine," she got up and went to her room.
"Now, what is it babes?"
"I think. . . I think we need to take a break, Mick," Mara said.
"What? Mars, I don't understand."
"I'm saying. . . Mick, I'm breaking up with you. I just don't think we're compatible, and this whole marriage thing. . . it's really hard for us to be together. Maybe. . . in two months, we'll be a couple again, but for now. . . goodbye," Mick stood there frozen as Mara exited the room after delivering the blow.
"Mick?" Joy said as she rushed down the small set of stairs.
"Hey," he said, a dazed look in his eye.
"Mick! What happened? I heard you two talking, and then the door slammed."
"Me and Mara aren't together anymore, Joy."
"Oh," she said, hugging him tightly, "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."
24, Lily Cottage
Alfie was practicing his singing. Badly. To Amber, and everyone else, it sounded like a cross between a strangled cat and a dying manatee.
"Oops! I did it again! I played with your heart! Got lost in the game! Oh, baby baby!" Alfie sung.
"Alfie, shut up!" Amber moaned.
"Oops! You think I'm in love! That I'm sent from abo-o-o-ove! I'm not that innocent!"
Amber sighed.
"Alfie! Honey! Dinner's ready!" Amber called.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah y-WAIT! Did you say food?"
"Oh, so now he hears me," Amber mumbled, "Yeah, and also, can you stop singing?"
Alfie ignored that last comment.
"What are we having?"
"Spaghetti, and please stop singing!"
"Oh, good, I like spaghetti . With chips?"
"With chips."
Amber finally came to realise that Alfie couldn't be stopped when he'd started, so she happily sat down for dinner with her new 'husband'.
At least he wasn't dancing.