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~Nina~

I hurried frantically to where Amanda was. She'd fallen off of her bicycle. She was only five, so it still had training wheels.

She'd scraped her knee, so I cradled her and brought her inside to put a bandage on the cut.

"What happened?" I heard my husband say.

"She fell off of her bicycle and scraped her knee."

"Are you alright?" he asked Amanda.

"Yeah. Mommy made it feel all better," she said, patting her knee, flinching a little.

I smiled.

"Now, you need to go wake your sister up from her nap. Can you do that for me?" I asked Amanda.

She nodded her head. "Uh-huh."

Jamie had fallen asleep as soon as I picked her up from softball practice. Jamie is ten years old and her whole life is sports.

I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"I love you," my husband whispered into my ear.

"I love you, too," I said.

Then, he picked me up and spun me around, kissing me gently on the lips. My eyes had been closed the whole time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the face of my husband. It was Fabian? What?


I woke with a start. I'd been having the same dream for days, and it was scaring me. I was… in my bed? I fell asleep on the couch last night, though…

Fabian must've carried me to my bed when I fell asleep.

I got up, and stretched. I took a shower and got dressed in a tan ruffled flare shirt, some jeans, leaving my hair down.

I decided to pay a visit to Fabian.

When I made it to his apartment, I let myself in.

There were two blondes on his couch. I wasn't exactly sure where Fabian was.

"Um… Am I in the wrong apartment? Because I did that before…"

The two people on the couch turned I heard Fabian walk into the living room.

"Hey," he said. Then he gestured to the two blondes. "That's Mick and that's Amber. Mick, Amber, that's Nina."

Mick wriggled his eyebrows at Fabian.

"So, this is the girl you never shut up about?" Mick asked.

Fabian blushed a deep scarlet, but nodded. I felt a tiny blush creep to my cheeks, but I don't usually blush.

"Well, I came here because I wanted food, and was too lazy to cook, and was too lazy to go to a restaurant, so what's on the menu?" I asked, plopping onto the recliner and grabbing the remote, changing the channel.

Fabian frowned at me and I smirked.

"Well, I know what I'm going to cook since you and Mick are so hungry," Fabian said, smirking.

"Ooh, what?" Mick and I asked in unison, excited.

"I'm going to cook you a big pot of nothing!" Fabian cheered.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, paying attention to the TV.

Then I heard Fabian sigh in defeat and go to the kitchen. I heard rustling, and then my personal waiter came to me, handing me a ham and cheese sandwich, the same with Mick.

I started eating, and forgot to breathe until all there was left of the sandwich was crumbs.

"Dude, you eat like a guy!" exclaimed Mick.

I burped in response, causing Amber and Fabian to scowl at me, and Mick to laugh.

"That's disgusting! You need help on acting lady-like," Amber remarked.

"Nah, I like myself as piggy as am, thank you very much."

She sighed and shook her head.

"Well, thank ya for the brunch, Fabes, but I'm going to go for a run. Nice meeting you guys," I called out to everyone.

Amber and Mick nodded.

"You just got here!" Fabian yelled.

"I told you I came here for food. Ta-ta." I said, before walking out to go change into a jogging suit.


~Fabian~

"Wow," Amber said, as Nina walked out. "I am so going to get you two together! You are perfect for each other!"

I sighed.

"She doesn't like me back, Amber," I said.

"So you admit it?" she squealed.

I sighed and face palmed my forehead.

"How does that girl stay so skinny? She's so lazy and eats like a pig!" Amber exclaimed.

I decided to explain my theory that I've come to.

"I'm guessing its genetics. Certain people are naturally small. And plus, she runs a lot and she teaches dance and gymnastics classes, dancing on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and gymnastics on Wednesday. It's her extra jobs. She said the only reason she does them is because she enjoys them. But if I'm not mistaken, she teaches cheer-leading on…Mondays? And, she did lots of sports when she was growing up. Softball, basketball, football (surprisingly), baseball, gymnastics, dancing, gymnastics, cheer, must I go on? She took singing lesson since she was four, but she won't sing for me. And I think that's pretty much Nina's activities."

"Wow," Amber breathed. "I have to go on diets, work out, and eat strictly salads to stay this size."

Mick rolled his eyes and took the remote from where Nina left it.


~Nina~

I got back just in time to barely sit on my couch, when my phone rang.

I sighed and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Nina!" Allison's voice rang through my phone.

"Allison! How are you?"

"I'm decent I guess. But, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What's that?"

"Well, I broke up with my boyfriend, and I was living with him, and I don't have a place to stay; can I stay at your place?"

"Sure. But what about Nana's? Why'd you leave her?" I asked.

"Long story."

I gave her the address and hung up. I wondered how she was. I wondered if she had a little boy or a little girl. I wondered if she'd matured, or stayed the same. I was curious.

To prepare for Allison coming, I went into the guest bedroom, and prepared it for her, washing the sheets ( :O ) and putting towels in the bathroom connecting to it. It was a good thing the guest room had a queen sized bed, like mine, because if she was going to sleep in a twin size bed, I don't know how her little critter would be able to fit in there with her.

I crawled back on the couch and fell into a dreamless sleep.


Knock, knock, knock!

That's what I woke up to. I checked the time. 3:43. I was sleeping for about 4 hours. Wow.

I opened the door. There in front of me, was my sister and a few duffel bags, a sleeping little girl in her arms.

She smiled widely when she saw me.

She still had the same light brown, loose curly hair. She still had the same light blue eyes. Her little girl had wavy dirty blonde hair, and some freckles over the bridge of her nose.

I smiled, and let Allison and her child in, helping her with the duffel bags.

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