Set farther in season three than we are now, but no spoilers (well maybe but I think everyone knows unless they live under a rock?).
I don't own House of Anubis.
"I'm gonna go to bed," Fabian lied to the group, letting himself out of the living room before anyone could object to his early turning in. He could barely keep his pace to a walk as he slipped from the hall into his and Eddie's bedroom, locking to door promptly behind him.
This had become somewhat routine for Fabian: once a week, he'd make some excuse as to why he needed to go to bed early, and he wouldn't be seen from 7PM and on by anyone other than Eddie around 10PM.
Fabian flopped onto his bed, taking a moment to stare at his ceiling. He loved his new weekly tradition; this was the best part of his entire week. Sometimes, however, he needed mental prep. It was hard, because there was no set time. It just happened once a week, never the same day, always within a three hour range.
What if there's no answer this time? Fabian found himself thinking. Of course, this was his thought every week, but he'd been proven wrong each time.
Slowly, he sat up. He held it in his hand-the thing that connected him to what he loved most. With a cautious thumb, he punched in the number he knew so well. Tentatively, he held the phone to his ear.
Ring.
Okay, it's just one.
Ring.
Nobody picks up at two.
Ring.
Three's acceptable, right?
Ring.
Maybe I should call back...
Ring.
I should definitely call back.
Ri-
"Fabian?" her voice rang soft and sweet in his ears.
"Nina," he let out a relieved breath, butterflies flitting in his stomach. It's amazing really, the effect she still had on him. "Hey."
A/N: that was stupid okay bye.
