This is called White Roses. (Yes, roses are my favorite flowers.) This is a little short. Sorry. Hope you enjoy!

I don't own House of Anubis.

I remember him. Oh, I remember him far too well.

He was so sweet, the only person that was nice to me at first. And when he saw me cry, he comforted me, with that kind smile of his.

Not my first crush. That was Peter Hopkinz, from fourth grade. But he was something much more special, much more precious. My first love. First kiss. Who knew one person could be so many "my first's?" It made him special, and, since I didn't know the dangers of heartbreak, I gave it my all.

That was my biggest mistake of high school.

And everytime I walk by white roses, every bloody time, I can't help but remember.

"Nina," He said. "I have something for you."

We had just celebrated our six month anniversary two weeks ago, him giving me a necklace, so I had no idea what this was about.

"Not out here." He looked around the empty common room. "come with me."

I fallowed him, out the door and into the front lawn. The sun was starting to set, turning the sky into something out of a portrait- something only you could imagine. The grass was a lucious green, while the house even looked pretty. A willow tree's branches billowed in the wind.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Nina. Your beautiful, smart, caring, generous, nice- basically perfect. I love you with all of my heart." And he opened his hand- a single, thornless white rose.

I looked at him quizically while I took it delicately.

"It's one white rose. One because you're one of a kind. White because it's the purest, most beautiful color. A rose because it's hope for the future. Our future. Thornless because you could get hurt otherwise, and I would never want that." He looked into my eyes.

"That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," I replied, unable to rip my eyes away from his blue ones.

He didn't answer, simply stared for a while more, before he kissed me. And for the first time ever, I felt tottally and completely in love.

I looked again. Maybe it was a mistake. But no. He was there, the same person that broke my heart years ago, looking at a paper in his hand.

Fabian Rutter.

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Cliffhanger! Should I do something in Fabian's POV? Or stick to Nina's? PLEASE tell me in a review!

~RosePedal51