Ha, half of you probably hate me right now, and I'm sorry if you think Fabian's a jerk.
I don't own House of Anubis.
Every song on the radio was a love song. After flipping through five differant stations, I groaned and turned it off completely.
Where to go... where to go... a small hotel? Deciding on that, I parked in the lot, got out of the car, and opened the glass door to the building. I felt miserable.
The next two hours passed by in a blurry haze. It seemed like a matter of minutes before I was on my bed and lookig at the ceiling. I'd finally stopped crying, letting me think a little. The day's events replayed in my mind over and over.
Don't torture yourself, Nina, I thought, and reached over to grab my phone.
Patricia... she would kind of almost understand. Plus, she was brutually honest, but had a sort of softer side. My thumb pressed the call button.
"Hello?" said a strong British accent.
"Patricia! I was with Fabian 'cause I got hurt and he somehow roped me in and now I love him and I know that I'm with Jason and everything but still and now we broke up!" I said before stopping for a breath.
"Woah, woah," Patricia replied. "Nina? You like Fabian again, right? And you broke up?"
"Yeah," I said, a bit sheepishly since she had put my breathless, rambly sentance into two short statements.
"Well, that's... new."
"Stop grinning," I sighed.
"Sorry." She obviously wasn't, and still had that sly, ironic smile on her face. "Anyway, what did who do?"
"I don't know. I guess he was mad when I didn't break up with Jason, and asked me why not and everything snowballed out of control. So, does the wise, all-knowing Patricia Williamson have any advice or not?" That somehow came out normal and calmly.
"Of course. Fabian's still shy?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then you need to apologize and he'll say sorry back and you can break up with Jason and everything will be fine."
"Are you sure?" I asked hesitistantly.
"Absolutely. I'll even introduce Jason to one of my female co-workers. Call me when it works out," Patricia said before hanging up.
The ride to the apartment the next day was awful. It was cold and humid, and the only thing I had was my clothes from yesterday, some pajamas and a thin jacket, both from the hotel's tiny gift shop. Then there was the future matter to worry about, the apology.
I was never the most daring girl. I usually ran from love and hid from crushes.
So how was I going to do this? It was impossible. Attempting to drown out my own thoughts, I turned up the radio.
Just in case you were wondering, it didn't work.
Taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.
After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal Fabian, looking just like he had only hours ago, except his hair was a little messier.
"Nina?" He sounded as if he hadn't seen me in days.
"Fabian," I breathed, and felt the awkwardness slip away slowly. One problem: I still didn't know what to say, exactly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked- not like there was anything wrong with me being at his door, but more like he was surprised and confused and everything.
"I wanted to tell you... I'm sorry," I said, looking down at the frosty ground, breaking eye contact. "You know, the fight... I'm sorry. I should've told Jason it was over." I waited for a second to hear his return apology. Wind whispered, a crow somewhere cawwed. I glanced up.
"Come inside. It's freezing out there." Fabian's hand enclosed around my wrist and he tugged me inside.
"Um, thanks. But really, I'm sorry."
"Me too." His eyes met mine. "I mean, getting jealous is what broke us up before. And Nina, I can't lose you again."
That pulled on my heartstrings and brought a soft smile to my face.
"Yeah," I said, blushing a little before grabbing his hand. "Wait- I still have to do something."
I pulled out my phone and called somebody.
"Hello?" said Jason.
"Um, hi," I said. I felt nervouse, but a little happy that all of this drama could end.
"Nina! How are you?"
"Um, good," My courage was fading. I needed to do this fast. "But there's something I need to tell you... um... I kind of met someone while I was here. And we fell in love. I'm really, really sorry, but you're more of a brother to me. I'm really sorry- again- but this guy makes me happy."
It was silent for a second.
Then Jason finally said, "It's okay, Nina. I'm starting to feel the same way, like you're my sister. And... I'll get over it. Tell me one thing- does your boyfriend have a pretty cousin or something?"
"Um... yeah, actually! Her name is Isabella. She's pretty and nice- I can set you up."
"Thanks, Nines!" he replied cheerfully before hanging up.
That was one of the good things about Jason- he didn't dwell on the past or things he couldn't change. So, remembering my promise to Patricia and bent it a little, I quickly fired her a short text, letting her know everything was okay.
And, looking at Fabian's beaming, speechless face, I realised it was.
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