Chapter two- Find Out
FABIAN'S POV
As soon as I heard the door slam, I put the book on the couch.
"Nina?" I asked, aloud, "Nina!"
I got up and walked to the phone, no Nina.
"Nina?" I called up the stairs, no reply. 'Maybe she's in the attic.' I thought and climbed up the stairs.
I walked past her and Amber's room and heard crying.
What?
I walked into the dark room and turned on the lights. Nina was sitting on her bed, in a small ball, oblivious to the light, and crying. I sat on the bed, "Nina?"
She looked up, her eyes swollen and red. She threw herself into my arms and buried her face into my shirt, crying.
"Shh," I said, soothingly, rubbing her back. Not like I could do any better, think Fabian.
W.W.A.M.D.? (What Would Amber Millington Do?)
"Fabian," She sobbed, "She's gone!"
"Who is?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her, she moved closer to me, calming down a bit.
"Gran."
Than I could feel Nina's pain, the person who took care of her was gone, dead.
"Nina, I'm so sorry." I said.
She nodded, taking deep breaths, tying to calm herself down.
Deciding not to ask Nina anymore questions, I put my head on Nina's shoulders, she smelled like cherries.
We sat there like that for awhile, Nina and I.
I, was praying the others would stay far, far away.
NINA'S POV
I sat in the dark bedroom, crying. I could hear Fabian calling my name.
I didn't reply, I just sat there, crying harder. Soon I heard the door open, but I kept myself in my ball and cried. Someone sat on my bed and said, "Nina?"
Fabian.
I looked up, the lights were on now, I threw myself into Fabian's arms, and I needed him.
He would understand.
Amber might get it, but she'd turn to herself after a few. Patricia and Mara were out of the question.
The boys?
Well, I would never go to Jerome for comfort.
I buried my face into his shirt, crying.
"Shh," He said, quietly, rubbing my back, trying hard to help me.
I knew this was new, a girl threw herself into his arms, crying.
"Fabian," I cried, hot tears rolling down my face, "She's gone!"
"Who is?" Fabian asked, wrapping his arms around me, I moved closer.
It was comforting.
I calmed down just the slightest bit and said, "Gran." Than I knew Fabian understood why I was crying.
"Nina, I'm so sorry," He said, gently., I nodded.
I, tried hard to pull myself together. I took deep breaths, Fabian smelled good. He had a earthy scent to him that reminded me of camping when I was smaller, I calmed down, breathing him in.
He laid his head on my shoulders, and I liked it. We sat there for awhile, Fabian holding me. After awhile I said, "Fabian?"
"Yeah?" He asked, lifting his head off my shoulders, I instantly regretted asking him.
"Can we go downstairs?" I asked.
"Sure, Nina. Whatever you want."
He got up and held me up, putting an arm around me, he lead me down the stairs and into the living room. I sat down on the couch and he threw a blanket over me.
"Nina, would you like something to drink?" He asked me, standing up. "Tea, water, hot chocolate?"
"Hot chocolate." I answered, almost imminently. Gran and I used to make hot chocolate on rainy days in America, today is sort of like a rainy day.
He smiled at me, "Sure."
A few minutes later he came back with 2 mugs of hot chocolate. He handed mine to me, took a gulp of his, set it down, and sat beside me. I pulled his arm over my shoulder, and I rested my head against his chest.
He took my mug gently from my hands and set it on the table. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart.
AMBER'S POV
We sat in the van talking about the movie, (Horror, Patricia pick and let's just say I had my hands over my eyes for most of it.)
"What do you think Nina and Fabian are doing?" I asked, Patricia and Mare, (who were to my left and right.)
"Amber, knock it off!" Patricia snapped.
I looked at her like, What's your problem?
"Amber, you need to stop." Mara said, gently.
" Why?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
"They can do whatever they want to do and besides it's the only thing you've talked about!" Patricia said, angry.
"Well," I said, searching for an excuse, "They were meant to be!"
"Well, I agree with you fully, but they have to do it on their own!" Patricia said, I pouted till the car pulled into the driveway. We all piled out and ran to the car, Jerome tried the door, locked.
"Maybe the two lovebirds went for a stroll?" I suggest, which made Alfie and Jerome burst into giggles.
I rolled my eyes, as Trudy grabbed the mail, gave me a look like the mail was your job, and unlocked the door. I ran in, looked at the scene on the couch and squealed in glee.
Nina and Fabian on the couch! I ran over and saw them closer.
They were both very sad looking and Nina's eyes were puffy and red. We all ran into the living room.
When Jerome saw this he almost fell over with laughter, as did Alfie.
"Nina is Fabian that bad of a kisser?" Jerome asked, through giggles.
Nina and Fabian looked at Jerome and he fell silent at their look. I mean, who won't. Probably scare Victor.
"Nina dear," Trudy said, focused on the mail. "Letter for you, from your Gran."
That did it, Nina burst into tears and buried her face into Fabian's shirt. Fabian put a arm around her, trying to sooth her.
"What's wrong?" Trudy asked, looking up. Nina shook her head and cried harder.
Patricia, Mara, and I moved towards Nina. I sat on the couch, asking quietly what was the matter. Mara and Patricia were on their knees in front of her.
"Nina, what's wrong?"
Fabian answered for us, "Her grandmother is dead."
He looked sicken by the words and we all gasped.
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