Here's my new House of Anubis story. After watching the newest episode (the one showed on the 11th) I decided to write this. I came up with the idea today and had a lot of fun thinking of how this would end up. And holy snap-monkeys! As I sit here typing this the song Brad Kavanagh (aka Fabian) sings on the Camp Rock: Around the World album is playing. This is totally untentional! If you've never heard the song he sings go look it up ASAP! It quadruples his already off the charts hotness! * insert fangirl squeal* OK enough rambling...I don't own House of Anubis or it's characters. If I did Fabian would have asked out Nina already. Enjoy the story :)

Chapter 1

The inside of a Pepto-Bismol bottle. That's what Nina thought the inside of her room looked like. Ever since Patricia and Amber switched rooms a few weeks into the term the amount of pink had been growing. At first it had only been Amber's clothing but as the weeks passed it soon spread to her bed, artwork and even some of her school supplies.

Even though Amber had things of other colors, pink seemed to be her favorite. After several months Nina would have guessed she would get used to it. She was dead wrong. Every time Nina stepped into her room she was surprised by all the pink. On this particular day Nina walked in to see Amber sitting on her pink bed, writing in a pink journal wearing a pink dress. "Oh hi Nina," Amber said happily as she shut the door behind her. "Is it time for supper yet?"

"Not yet. Trudy said it won't be for ten minutes," Nina responded as she flopped down on her pink-free bed. Picking up a textbook on the floor Nina spent a few minutes flipping through its contents. After a while she heard Amber get up off her bed and go over to the desk the two shared. She put her journal in a drawer and locked it. She then picked something up off of the top of the desk and looked at it.

"Nina is this yours?" she asked. Nina glanced up to see Amber holding a small purple and gold book in her hand. It was Nina's photo album.

"Yeah. It's a photo album," she said as she looked back down at her book. Amber skipped over to Nina's bed and sat down next to her.

"Can I look at it?" Nina nodded and flipped a page in the book. Amber opened the photo album and started examining the pictures inside. "Is this your Gran?" Realizing that she wouldn't get much reading done Nina shut the book with a snap and set it behind her.

As Nina glanced down at the book in Amber's lap she saw the smiling face of her Gran looking back up at her. "Yeah that's her." It was a picture Nina had taken on her last birthday; her Gran was wearing her favorite green and yellow sundress and sweetly smiled at Nina. Her eyes seemed to glow with happiness and her sweet smile made Nina's heart melt with joy.

"She's adorable," Amber chimed. She flipped the pages and asked who every person in the album was. There were pictures of Nina, her Gran, her friends in America, neighbors, her house and her school. Every picture they looked at made Nina all the more excited to go home and see them at after the term was over. Amber finally reached the last page and paused a moment.

Nina turned her head away slightly from the picture. She didn't like looking at that one very much but her Gran insisted that she keep it there so she wouldn't forget that moment. "Those are my parents," Nina said softly. Amber looked up from the picture and stared at Nina for a second before looking back down.

"You look like your mum. You have the same eyes and the same smile," Amber said kindly. Nina scoffed and took the photo album from Amber and placed it back on the desk.

"No I don't think so. My mom was way prettier." Nina paused for a moment. She shook her head a lightly and said, "Come on. We better get down to supper." She pulled Amber off of her bed and dragged her out of the room.

By the time they got downstairs everyone else was sitting at the table. Amber sat down next to Mick and the two of them immediately started talking about a concert or something like that. Nina sat down next to Fabian and gave him a small smile. "Who's hungry?" Trudy asked. She set down a large platter of chicken in the middle of the table and Alfie and Jerome practically dove headfirst into it. They started shoveling food into their mouths like they didn't know when their last meal would be.

"You two are going to choke one of these days," Mara scolded from across the table. Jerome and Alfie glanced at each other, rolled their eyes and continued to ea rapidly. Everyone else filled their plates with Trudy's delicious cooking. Only Nina sat there with her plate empty. She didn't feel very hungry for some reason so she just sat there and watched everyone else eat.

"Nina, sweetie, is something wrong?" Trudy asked. Nina looked up and shook her heard.

"No I'm fine. I'm just not very hungry. I, I had a big lunch," she responded quickly. Fabian shot her a puzzled look. Nina was lying; in fact she didn't even eat lunch that day. The two of them had gone to see Fabian's uncle and they didn't have time to eat. The truth was Nina was thinking about other things besides food. Her only thoughts were about getting to go home and seeing her Gran and all her friends over the break.

"If Nina isn't going to eat can I have her helping?" Jerome asked with his mouth half full of food. Everyone at the table groaned and Alfie threw his napkin at Jerome's face. Nina chuckled and gestured towards the bowls of food in front of her. She then pushed her chair out and stood up from the table.

"I think I'm just going to head upstairs. I'll see you guys later." As Nina left the dining room everyone looked at each other silently. That was very un-Nina. The rest of the house finished eating and Mick and Fabian started doing the evening chores. Amber decided to go talk to Nina and she headed up to their room.

Amber found Nina lying on her back staring up at the ceiling. "Are you ok?" Amber asked. She sat down at the edge of Nina's bed and began fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind right now. Don't worry about it." Nina gave Amber a small smile and the blond shrugged and got off of the edge of the bed.

"All right, if you say so. Anyways, are you excited about next weekend?"

"What's next weekend? Amber stared at Nina in shock. Nina in response gave her a puzzled look.

"The end of term dance silly. At the end of both terms the school puts on a dance for all of us. It's so much fun! I can't believe you didn't know about it. I've been looking at dresses for weeks," Amber rattled off. Nina scoffed and shook her head. Dances weren't her thing, never had been and never will be. "What? Don't you want to go?"

Nina gave Amber a 'no duh' look and got up off of her bed. "I'll give you three reasons as to why I won't go to the dance. Number one, I can't actually dance. Number two, even if I could dance and wanted to go I wouldn't have anything to wear. Lastly number three, even if I did want to go and was able to get a dress I have more important things to do than to go to a dance." Nina then began opening drawers, searching for clothes to take back to America with her while school was out. Amber then grabbed hold of her wrist and looked her in the eyes. "You have to go to this dance. Half of the people who go to dances don't know how to dance so you won't be alone. Look at Mick; he can't dance to save his life. Don't tell him I said that by the way. And as for having nothing to wear, well I'm going shopping this Saturday. You can just come with me and we'll find you something amazing to wear."

"That still leaves me having other stuff to do," Nina argued. "The day after the dance I'm getting on a plane to go back home. I will have a lot of packing to do. I don't have time to think about a dance." Amber frowned and let go of Nina's wrist.

"Will you at least come shopping with me on Saturday? You haven't gotten the chance to go shopping since you came here. Please?" Amber gave Nina her best puppy dog eyes and no matter how hard Nina tried to fight it she couldn't resist.

"Fine. I'll go with you," she said regrettably. Knowing Amber, she would have a long, tiring day of shopping in store for her. This Saturday was going to be awful.