Okay, here I am again! I am going to write this story while I write the sort of sequel to 'Something's Must Be Kept a Secret'.

This story is dedicated to Sibuna-Club-Fabina-Forever4569! She is my best fanfiction friend! She has been so supportive of me since the beginning! Check out her stories, they are really good!

Nina's POV

"Who doesn't love mystery?" I asked, my friend Amber as we finished correcting my latest story.

"Who knows?" Amber sighed.

I worked at a magazine for women called Donne. Its means women in Italian. Every issue I have a story that gets published. This month a mystery was being put in. She would have to come up with a new idea for her next story tomorrow.

Amber does make-up, hair, and fashion tips. My friend Patricia writes about music, Mara writes about smarts, and Joy writes about relationship problems.

"So, what do you have in mind for next week?" Joy asked, taking a bite of her apple.

"Is that your lunch you twig?" I asked. Joy was CONSTANTLY referring to herself as fat, and we all assure her that she's not.

"I gained two pounds!" she argued.

"Oh, so you weigh two pounds now?" Patricia questioned wearing her infamous smirk.

"Add 110 to that and you have my weight." She said with a frown.

"Joy," I put a hand on her shoulder, "You are the skinniest girl I know. And you know that Eddie thinks so too."

"And you're gorgeous." Amber added.

"And smart." Mara said.

"Don't forget sweet." Patricia smiled.

Joy cracked a smile, "Thanks guys. Now, let's go down to the buffet and get some cupcakes."

"Hell yeah!" Patricia put her fist in the air.

The conference room had a buffet every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for people who stayed that late. It was something the girls and I set up. Donne's popularity had increased at a rapid pace last June and our boss, Trudy Rehman, wanted to give us a present type thing for our hard work. We came up with the buffet idea and voila! Instant popularity on our part.

Now, let's face it. There were guys that had to work at Donne even though it's a women's magazine. They did things like calling places like Tampax and Got Milk? to put ads in our magazine. They placed everything in the right places, put the final copy together, and of course did any heavy lifting we needed. For example they had to be here at 5 am every day to set up the buffet.

There were a total of 5 guys who worked at Donne. They were Joy's husband Eddie Mason*, Mara's crush Jerome Clarke, Patricia's boyfriend Alfie Lewis, Amber's LONG TIME (and when I say long time, I mean college long time) boyfriend and my step brother Mick Campbell, and the every so lovely Fabian Rutter.

When I say 'ever so lovely' I mean it in the most sarcastic way possible.

So if you didn't get my hint…

… I HATE FABIAN RUTTER!

He is without a doubt the most, awful, deceitful, sick, stupid, ass whole that has every walked the face of the earth! Ever since I began working here five years ago he has just despised me. And I've despised him. It wasn't anything either of us said or did it was just the fact that he was pissed when he found out it was MY idea to put in the buffet that HE had to set up.

I personally think that wasn't the issue. It really was that fact that it was between our idea and the guys idea for the 'present' Trudy was going to give us. They wanted a room with a flat screen to 'chill' in. But, the women workers knew that they would hog the TV and put on whatever sports program was on at the time. So our idea won. He was pissed. But, five freaking years later he still can't get over it.

So we hate each other. And it really sucks because he's Mick's best mate.

Now that we've covered the basics about our relationship, I think I should tell you a little about myself before we go any further.

I was 4 when my parents died. They were in a car driving when it somehow just… flipped. I was 5 when my Gran took full custody. At that age, I had no idea what Cancer was and how it affected people. Little did I know, my Gran was among the affected. I didn't understand the cause of her death when it happened 6 months after she took custody. I didn't understand was England was either, so you can understand my reaction when I found out it was to be my home. When I was 6, Mick's parents adopted me. They were everything I could ever ask for. Mick was the older brother I always wanted and our dog, Rex, who died a few years ago took up all the hyper in my life. So, I did enjoy my life even if I had a rough three years.

Mick and I were always close. The saddest two years of my life were when he went to college. Then, two years later, I got into the same college and met Amber Millington. She is truly my best friend forever. Mick met Amber that same year and they became an item.

Mick, Amber, and I began to work at Donne right out of college. Fabian, was the first person we met. Mick took an immediate liking to him after they bonded over football (ENGLISH FOOTBALL) and favorite teams.

I on the other hand, took and immediate disliking to him. Just the way he completely ignored Amber and I and just began to talk to Mick about how excited he was to have another guy working there with him. I tried to talk to him, even told him my name, but he said it wrong. Who the hell screws up Nina?

"Nice to meet you Mia." he had said and then resumed talking to Mick.

"No, no," I had interrupted, "It's Nina."

"Isn't that what I said?" he has asked.

"No."

"Oh, then nice to meet you Nia." He corrected.

Nia? I didn't think anyone could be so stupid. All he cared about was talking to Mick. Amber didn't seem to notice.

Anyway, he had gotten her name right.

"Nines, are you gonna eat?" Amber asked, "You've just been kind of, staring into space."

"Yeah." I said spooning some of my chicken soup into my mouth.

"What were you think about?" Joy asked, taking a bite of her salad.

"Just about-" I started.

"Look who it is," Fabian's voice interrupted me, "Our favorite girls."

"Oh look who is," I mumbled, "The person at the top of my shit list."

"Love you too Nia." Fabian smirked.

"For the billionth time, it's Nina." I told him.

"I know, I just like to irritate you," he said, smirk still present, "And I seriously doubt you can count that high."

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked, "There are plenty of other tables."

"I set this damn thing up every day thanks to you," he rolled his eyes, "So I get to sit wherever I want."

"I can rephrase that, why do you want to sit here?" I asked.

"Because, Eddie, Mick, Jerome, and Alfie are sitting here." He pointed out.

"Fine. I'm leaving." I said, standing up.

"No Nines!" Amber shouted, "Stay!"

"Yeah, Nines." Fabian fake pouted, "Stay."

"I really hate you." I mumbled.

I know one day I'm am going to put Fabian Rutter in his place. And he'll sure as hell be sorry.

Okay, here it is! Do you like it? Hate it? Want give me pancakes? I doubt that last one but whatever! No matter which of the three choices REVIEW!