[ WE MAKE UP WE MAKE OUT]

Phoebe and Jules walked side by side through the dimly lit corridor, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

Phoebe glanced at a nearby window and pointed at it curiously. "What's in here?"

Jules immediately tensed, her instincts kicking in. "Pheebs, be careful," she warned.

Just as the words left her mouth, a ghost suddenly popped into view within the window. Its hollow, skeletal face pressed against the glass, growling menacingly.

Phoebe jumped back, startled, while Callie joined them, looking slightly uneasy. "Wait, do you keep ghosts just hanging out in here?"

Winston approached from behind, nodding. "We spent a long time trapping them. Now we can study them."

Callie frowned. "Why don't they escape?"

"Barrier of proton fields," Jules answered confidently, her earlier tension momentarily forgotten.

Winston gave her an approving nod. "Precisely. It's the same technology as in your packs. We use it in all the enclosures."

They continued down the corridor, passing another window.

This time, Callie and Gary both stopped, their attention caught by a small, green, ball-shaped creature with enormous teeth.

Callie smiled. "Oh, he's cute."

"Yeah," Gary agreed, waving at the creature. "Hey, buddy."

In response, the creature squirted out a stream of green slime, which splattered across the window.

Callie screamed, stumbling back in surprise, while Gary grunted and groaned in disgust, wiping at the slime that had splattered onto his shirt.

Meanwhile, Jules was focused on another window.

Inside, a ghost moved so quickly that it was barely visible, darting from object to object. She leaned closer, trying to make out its shape.

Trevor, hands shoved in his pockets, walked up beside her.

Though his eyes were on the ghost, he was really more interested in watching his girlfriend. His gaze lingered on her face, taking in her focused expression.

Ray, who had been explaining the various ghosts, paused in front of them.

"Now, this one is the most threatening pest in the whole complex," he said, pointing at the rapidly moving ghost. "Possessor. This spry little weasel can occupy any inanimate matter it wants."

The ghost let out a high-pitched grunt as it zipped around the enclosure, its energy palpable even behind the proton fields.

"Extremely dangerous," Ray added, his tone serious.

Just then, his phone rang, breaking the tension. He fumbled with it, laughing as he answered, leaving the group to stare at the possessed ghost.

Later, Trevor, Jules, Callie, Gary, and Phoebe sat in the ghostmobile, the car's engine humming softly as they drove. The ride was quiet, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

Phoebe stared out the window, her expression distant as the scenery blurred by.

Jules sat in the middle, her eyes shifting between the two siblings r. Both were also gazing out the window, seemingly lost in their own worlds.

Jules' mind raced with a mix of emotions.

She couldn't help but glance at Trevor, noting the anxious way he was staring out the window.

Guilt gnawed at her. She realized how overreacting she had been earlier. Trevor loved her, and she loved him—she knew that.

The jealousy she'd felt earlier seemed so foolish now. She sighed quietly, leaning back in her seat, resolving to trust in what they had.

As Jules and Trevor settled on their shared bed, the room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the lingering tension from their earlier conversation. Jules leaned her head against the headboard, her mind replaying the way she'd reacted to Lucky, and the words she'd just shared with Trevor.

"I'm sorry," she started, her voice soft. "I was overreacting. I know I shouldn't have gotten jealous."

Trevor turned to face her, his eyes warm with understanding. "I'm sorry for hugging her," he replied, his hand finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jules shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't be. It's just... I don't have the best bond with her, and when I saw you two, I just got really jealous."

Trevor couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, so you got jealous, huh?" he teased, leaning closer.

Jules rolled her eyes, playfully swatting his chest. "Shut up."

But Trevor wasn't done. His smirk deepened as he shifted closer to her, his hand sliding from her hand to rest on her waist. "You know, I think it's kinda cute when you're jealous," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

Before Jules could respond, Trevor leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and insistent.

Jules melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

The heat between them quickly escalated, and Trevor took advantage of the moment, his hand moving from her waist to , his fingers brushing against her skin.

Jules gasped at the contact, her heart racing.

Trevor's lips left hers, trailing down her jaw to her neck, where he began to place slow, deliberate kisses.

She could feel him smiling against her skin as he found a sensitive spot, making her shiver.

"You're impossible," Jules breathed, a mix of frustration and affection in her voice.

She knew exactly where this was heading, and as much as she loved the feeling of his lips on her skin,

she was acutely aware of the fact that his family was just down the hall.

Trevor, sensing her hesitation, decided to push his luck just a little further. "You know," he whispered against her neck, his voice laced with mischief, "we could always lock the door..."

Jules couldn't help but laugh, though she quickly shook her head. "Not a chance," she said firmly, gently pushing him back. "Your family is literally in the house."

Trevor sighed dramatically, though the grin on his face showed he wasn't really disappointed. "Fine, fine," he conceded, leaning back against the headboard. "You win this time."

Jules smirked, satisfied with her victory. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You're lucky I love you," she teased.

Trevor wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I know," he said, his voice softer now, the teasing gone.

He kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. Jules responded in kind, letting herself get lost in the warmth of his embrace.