Dear You, Love

by Daughter of Hades 14

And we laughed until the regret washed over his face. "What?" I ask. "Oh, nothing. Just, afraid of past ghosts, and this house of full of them." Hey! So, this is Dear Yor, for all my Dear Fabian readers. I know i already published the sequel, but quite frankly, I despise the way I wrote it. So here's the do-over. Read and Review!

Hello my darlings! Remember me?! Yes, it is me. I now I have been a pretty wishy-washy writer in the last few months. My stories HAVE been off my game; they HAVE been merely updated, and let's face it. My vocabulary was eluding me through my entire schedule. BUT! These are minor and temporary issues. I refuse to make a schedule for whatever story this entrance goes to. Honestly, I kind of just want to say hi and get on with it. So, onto the disclaimer. (I HAVE missed typing that.)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the characters, backgrounds, or storyboards of House of Anubis. All plot is my own.

This is the redo of Dear You. I recommend you read Dear Fabian beforehand, (although it is very sketchy, no matter my reviews). Love ya!

Word count: 466

"Fabian! Reunion Day! Aren't you excited? Oh, I'm excited. Fabian!" I called. My boyfriend of two years appeared at the door to his flat. A navy toothbrush stuck out of his mouth and he sighed, his plaid pajama pants brushing the tile.

"Nina. Go home. We have four hours. And we agreed that I was to pick you up."

"But, Fabes! Come on!"

"You're kidding me right?"

"Nope! Not a single joke has slipped past my lips."

"Whatever." And he backed up, opening the door for me to enter.

I smiled and walked in, the smell of British rain and Fabian wafting towards me. Fabian closed the door, bolted the lock, and ran back up the wooden stairs. I began to follow him, but decided against it and settled into the couch. The television was running a game and the dull beep of the microwave rang out in the background. I had began to unlace my heels, when Fabian returned. He had finished his teeth and changed, leaving us prepared to go.

"So, while we waste four hours of my life, where to, Sweetheart?"

"Waste?" I scoffed.

"Nevermind."

"To Anubis we go!" And I stood to leave, locking arms with my beau.

The morning was dull and crows were lined along the gates of the driveway. We joined the gate back and hopped into my car, Fabian driving.

"Wait. Oh my, listen to this one! Okay, so, 'Dear Fabian, I am so excited for the dinner we are having tonight.' I'm so cheesy, oh my gosh! What was wrong with me?" I giggled. We were in the car, the air conditioning blaring, and taking turns reading from our matching notebooks. While both were written during a terrible time, and nearly had equally disturbing endings, we found a way to make fun of each other for them.

"Oh, wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow. Sweet?" Fabian laughed.

"Excuse me? Would you like me to take a peek into yours?"

"No, no. That's not needed."

"Oh! But it is!" I smiled, flipping the cover of his book. "Dear Niiiiiiiiiiiiiinaaaaa. How your hair flows beautifuuuuuuuly down your shoulders."

His face reddened as he laughed, flashing white teeth and smiles. I laughed even harder. We locked eyes and he began to laugh quieter, our giggles fading into comfortable silence. He smiled and pulled the gear shift out of park, putting the car into reverse. The Volvo eased out of the space and onto the road behind us, a steady stream of fast-moving traffic morphing around us.