i made a fanmix for one of my otps and now i have major feels and here's a really bad drabble

pre-s1 era

i don't own house of anubis

"Why not?" Joy inquired of Fabian, as her request for him to accompany her into town during their free hour had been turned down.

"I have...stuff," Fabian managed, wringing the jacket in his hands. How was he supposed to tell anyone? He could barely process the situation himself.

"Oh," Joy frowned. "Maybe...maybe Monday?" her voice was hopeful, but at the returned look on Fabian's face, one of a tightened lip set and wrinkled nose as if to say "no, not really", she gave up. "Okay then, have fun with your...stuff..."

"Thanks," he mumbled, hurrying off to French class. Only two hours left, and then it was time. He knew he was being pathetic, all hyped up the entire week over a mere hour of his Friday afternoon, but he couldn't hold back the excitement. It was finally happening; he'd waited for years to even get the courage to make it happen, so now, it had to be perfect.

Throughout French, he tapped his pen on the desk, occasionally sneaking glances across the room to the apple of his eye. The class couldn't seem to go any slower; how much was there really to be said on irregular verbs that use avoir? What did it matter where the noun went? When was he ever going to use this in an Egyptian history major?

Some thirty verbs later, the bell rang. One hour left. Drama was meaningless to him, the usually fascinating Shakespearean terms setting his teeth on the edge. He could swear the clock was ticking slower than usual, as if it knew Fabian was anxious for the free hour.

After various sonnets, it was finally free hour. Fabian bolted out of the drama room, needed to reach the destination first for prep. He'd been sure to gather the goods this morning with the help of Trudy, who was waiting at the door of Anubis House to hand it off to him.

"Still not going to tell me what this is about?" she teased in her loving voice. He shook his head, his cheeks matching his blazer. She gave him a smile as she shook her head, giving him what he needed.

He nearly flew through the moor, woods, and into the clearing under a large oak tree.

"Perfect," he muttered as he set up. "Everything has to be perfect."

A minute later, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. A carefully spread out red and white checkered cloth, displaying peanut butter and jelly sandwich squares and water bottles, dotted with Trudy's ever-so-famous pastries. He smiled, quite pleased with the job well done.

"Fabian?" a voice asked.

"Hey," he turned around, beaming. A quick mental slap toned the grin down to a small smile.

"This is perfect," Amber giggled, unable to hold back the excitement.

"I'm glad you like it," he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down.

"I love it, Fabian," she corrected him, pausing for a moment. "I love it."

A/N: wow that sucked okay bye