I'm going to write a story that may or may not be fabina… it's going to be very long but I just felt like writing this so here goes nothing!
Don't own HOA!
Nina's pov
"No, amber. He doesn't like me like that." I was practically pleading with her to shut up. After that kiss with Fabian I felt... wonderful. After we pulled apart, he laid his forehead upon mine; I thought he truly liked me back. Boy was I wrong. Joy returned soon after prom. He spent so much time with her and I tried to hide the hurt. Eventually we just spoke in the halls, or when he needed too. Now we don't even mutter a sound to each other, almost like I'm invisible. We drifted so far apart. Of course I still had that feeling of pure joy every time he looked at me, even though his eyes were cold. I drifted more to Jerome and Mick for support.
"But don't you see the way he looks at you?" she argued.
"Amber, the only time he looks at me is to make sure he knows where I am to AVOID me." To my great disappointment, beginning of junior year Fabian switched houses. He looks at all his housemates as strangers. Now, the only remnants that we ever knew each other are the continuous tapes that played over in my mind of him. His eyes were once sweet. You could practically see the smile on his face in just his eyes. Now his eyes are made of ice, every glance that was filled with love was replaced with coldness and pain.
Amber always believed that he loved me, despite the countless other girls he dated. She always insisted that he only dated them because they looked like me. I didn't see a resemblance. Amber had a thoughtful look on her face; I knew she was thinking of a comeback that just didn't seem to be there.
"Nina, I wish you would just take my word and leave it at that." She sighed. I smirked triumphantly, because it seems that she has finally given in. Now let me tell you about the house. The attic is still as creepy as ever and whenever I can't sleep, I go up there. Trudy is in charge now, because victor left. The cellar is bare. I still share the same room with Amber, and Patricia and Mara still share. Joy lives in Fabian's house now. Mick and Jerome share a room, the room that used to be Fabian's. Alfie got pulled out of school by his parents and he now attends a school in Paris. Two boys moved into Jerome's room, Alek and Brian. I'll tell you more about them later. They moved in this year.
Now it is the end of junior year, and Amber and I are working on our college applications. I'm hoping to get into an American college, but I did apply for a few colleges in England. Amber wants so dearly to go to college with me, but with her grades, it's doubtful. I scooted my chair in the dining room closer to the table as I licked the last envelope.
"Finished!" I proclaimed, leaning back in my chair. Amber, with all her letters neatly stacked in front of her declared the same.
"Let's go out and mail these then!" she stated with a grin. I smiled at my bubbly best friend and scooted my chair out so I could get out. Grabbing all the letters that held my college applications, Amber and I raced outside to slip them into the slot. Being April in England, the ground was slightly wet from rain. The air smelled of it, and the clouds covered the sky in a dreary blanket of grey. My feet splashed in the puddles on the walkways. I glanced back to Amber, who was lagging behind in her pink heels. Meanwhile, I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into a fellow student. He too was submitting college applications. A flurry of letters scattered everywhere. I was clearly startled by this, but I hurriedly gathered some of my letters.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"No, I wasn't watching where I was going." I stated. I picked up one of his letters and brushed some of the mud and dirt off of it.
"Harvord! I applied to the same place!" I stated. I handed him back the letter and he grabbed it quickly out of my grasp. After gathering all my letters, and him gathering his, we stood up and made eye contact. There was no mistaking those cold, deep dark blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. Fabian. My eyes widened as did his. He turned around and hurriedly walked away, stuffing his free hand in the pocket of his leather jacket. I stood there and watched him walk away. Amber soon caught up to me and she stood there catching her breath.
"Who was that?" she questioned. I looked away from her, to the ground.
"Well it sure looked like Fabian." I stated. Suddenly a flash of white caught the corner of my eye. I knelt down and picked up the letter that was partially hidden in the mud. I brushed it off gently, and flipped it over in my hand.
"Nina, what's wrong?" Amber pleaded. I concentrated on the letter as I read the return address.
"Its Fabian's letter." I stated. I looked up to see if possibly Fabian was still walking away, but he disappeared. I sighed. "What do I do with this now?" I asked.
"Well, it doesn't look like it's in any situation to be mailed." Amber pointed out. True, it was wet and dirty. I fingered it, as several thoughts ran through my head.
"I'll hold onto it and clean it up." I stated slowly. "Then I'll mail it." Amber nodded at my solution.
"Well let's go mail our letters." She stated hurriedly. I nodded, and we strolled up to the mailbox and slipped our letters inside.
"Well that's it." I stated. I stared at the slot that our letters had just disappeared into. Fabian's letter rested in my hand.
"Yup," Amber sighed. "Let's go back I think it's starting to rain again." I glanced up at the grey sky, it looked like it was about to burst open. I nodded quickly and we strolled back to the house that we called home.
OXOXOXOXOXOXO
"Mick dear, have you seen my pencil?" amber asked. Now that Alfie was removed, Mick and Amber are now going out. Mara and Mick broke up soon after prom.
"Here Ambs, use mine." He stated. He pulled a sharpened number 2 pencil out of his backpack and handed it to her.
"Thanks boo!" she squealed. Then she continued to fill in the little bubbles of the magazine she was reading. I shook my head and chuckled to myself. Magazines are her life, and homework is mine.
Jerome walked into the common room where we were all seated and claimed the seat next to mine as his. "Nina, why homework, It's a Saturday!" he protested. I groaned and set my books and papers that cluttered my lap on the coffee table.
"Yes Jerome, if I want to get into a good college, I need to have my grades up." I explained.
"Of course you're thinking about college already." Jerome mumbled.
"We mailed our applications this morning!" Amber piped up. She had set her Magazine down and was paying close attention to the conversation. "And guess who she ran into!" I blushed and pleaded to her with my eyes for her not to say anything, but she ignored me. "Fabian! And he spoke to her! Well he really only said sorry for running into her but that works too!" Everyone had tuned her out after that from her endless rambling. Patricia turned to me.
"Fabian? What was he doing?" she asked.
"Mailing his college applications as well." I stated. I slipped my hand into my pocket and slipped Fabians letter farther in. "I bumped into him, and all our letters flew everywhere." Everyone nodded their heads silently, alerting me that they were in fact listening.
Just then Alek walked into the room and sat himself down on the other side of me. Now let me describe him. He is really tall, like 6 foot 9 or something. He has like the most insane muscles EVER, but he is so hot. He has a British accent, and he looks like an amber clone. Blonde hair that is medium boy length and swept to the side, and a pointyish face. (looks like Ben Stone, look him up) He is cocky, but he does have a nice side. He is always hitting on every girl he sees. There, now you know Alek.
Now Brian, he is another story. Brian is more goth, like Patricia. Black hair, grey eyes, sort of a Mohawk thing going on, but its flat to one side, and one ear pierced that has one of those ring things in it. Always wears black, in the exception of his uniform. I think he wears eye liner which I like, it just makes his eyes so… great. I don't like him more than a friend though. He barely talks at all, and he spends most of his time in his room.
Anyways, Alek settled himself next to me. The house just isn't the same without Fabian. I let a small sigh escape. I reached into my pocket and felt the letter again. Curiosity is eating me. What is in the letter! I stood up and slowly made my way up to my room. Eyes followed me up the stairs, but I paid them no mind.
Sitting at my desk, I laid the letter down on the table. I grabbed my lamp and turned it on so the light was pointing at the letter. Dried mud coated it. I flipped it over and lifted the flap that sealed the letter with my finger. Inch by inch, I slowly and carefully slid my finger across. Then I slowly removed the letter from its muddy package. Some water damage, but not bad. For my luck, he wrote it in pencil, so none of the words really washed away. I opened it.
Dear Brother,
I wish you good luck in your college applications. I just submitted mine as I mail this. I know I haven't written in a while, but some stuff has been going on here. I switched houses because Nina….
I couldn't read any farther. I let out a frustrated sigh as I caressed my head in my hands. I folded up the letter again and slipped it into the envelope. Then I stuffed it under my mattress. I made a set point in my mind that I'm not going to find out why Fabian broke… excuse me… ignored me after prom from HIM rather than from a letter. I laid on my bed, and looked at the ceiling for the longest time before Amber walked in.
"Nina, why did you come up here?" she asked. "Is this about that letter?"
"yes Amber, I looked at it." I stated slowly.
"aaannnnddd?" she encouraged.
"I couldn't do it. He wrote why he ignored me in there to his brother but I would rather hear it from his face rather than from a stupid letter I'm not supposed to have." I explained. I short silence filled the room.
"Well I guess that's okay, but I don't know if you're ever going to get it from him." She comforted. I lay the back of my hand over my eyes and sighed.
"I know, I just feel as if I need to hear it from him. Do you know if he has talked to any of the house since he left?" I asked.
"Mick once or twice, but not recently, why?" she answered.
"No reason. Just wondering if it is just me he is avoiding." I stated.
Oh what am I to do.
Okay so if I get good feedback ill write more.