Trying for 65 this time! Yay! I own nothing (only downside to this…)
A/N: One side of my family likes a country singer called George Strait, and one song made me think of the whole Fabina drama I have going on. Hope you like it later. (It wasn't used in the movie.)
Nina's POV
I stared at Fabian as he strummed his guitar. My heart was still beating fast from when we practiced; we only ended four minutes ago. He looked up. "Nina, want to hear a song I was writing over the summer? I kind of added to it while you were mad at me." I nodded. "Just remember it was when we were away from each other and not written right now." I raised an eyebrow, impatience and curiosity growing by the second. He laughed. "Okay, okay."
"Everyday's a lifetime without you
Hard to get through
Since you've gone
So I do the only thing I know how to
To get by
I'm living for the night
I've drawn all the curtains in this old house
To keep the sun out
And off of my face
Friends stop by to check in 'cause I checked out
I tell 'em I'm fine
I'm just living for the night
Daylight can't hide the tears I cry
The pain that came with your goodbye
The memories that keep me out of sight
Every night I venture out into those neon arms that hold me tight
I'm just living for the night
…Everyday's a lifetime without you."
I sensed it had more meaning behind it, as though he had been thinking about what my family was like without my parents in it when mostly everybody had theirs. He was wondering what I would be doing while in America, away from him and all my BBFs. Yep, I could tell all that from the song. I smiled once I processed all those thoughts.
He smiled back. "My dad's hosting a contest for someone to join me in a music video. You should enter."
"Definitely," I responded. "Don't you have homework to finish?"
"I've got the rest of the weekend, and I need to decide on one of the songs I wrote to give to Dad."
"Really?" I joked. "You should do that one. It's beautiful." I paused, gazing into his dark green eyes.
"I should probably call him to let him know," Fabian said, his gaze still boring into mine. He turned away and headed upstairs.
I giggled slightly. No matter what, he was still shy around me. He could hide it for a day or two before it showed through once more. I grinned and took out my own songs and guitar.
About an hour later, a knock came on my door. I opened it, seeing a single rose with a note attached. Nina, sorry for my haste earlier. Meet me in my room later. Fabian. My eyes grazed over the neat calligraphy. He never stopped with his surprises for me.
Another three hours passed. I headed up to his room, happiness flooding through me. It was quickly extinguished. Joy was with him – go figure. I did not cry (I refused to do that) as I speed-walked back to my basement. I had dropped the flower outside his door. Roses don't only mean love, I reminded myself. In some cultures they mean treachery. I looked at the duet again. It started as a fast song and died down into a "real" duet. Once more I felt it was perfect for our so-called friendship and dating status. Every time I turned around I was being hurt one way or the next, and I was sick of it.
Jess came down several minutes later. I realized I forgot to lock the door. "What do you want?" I asked, glaring at her.
"I heard from Joy about her and Fabian," she sympathized. "Nina, if he's going to break one heart after another, you don't need to put yourself through that. He can't see what girls can do."
"And why are you comforting me?" I pressed, suspicious.
"Just thought I'd try," she answered. "Oh, and Manhattan called. They had my cell as a backup in case they couldn't reach you. You won't need that audition."
My spirits fell even more. "They rejected me, didn't they?" She nodded slowly and left on that note. I threw my songbook on the floor, frustrated. Just when I thought my life was getting better, it took a turn for the worst again. "Damn it," I cursed under my breath.
Tomorrow; Fabian's POV
Why is Nina mad at me? I wondered silently. "Hey, Nina, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked, motioning toward the hall. She gave me a cold look. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Was the only reason you went out with me because you felt sorry for me?" she inquired, a frown tugging at her lips but not getting very far.
"Nina–"
"No, Fabian. We're done. I'm done with you, I'm done with dancing, and I'm done with pretending for everybody else." She walked into the cellar, slamming the door before I could anything about it.
I saw Amber at the top of the stairs. "Amber, wait," I pleaded. She swiftly turned away and headed for her room. I followed her quickly. "Amber, why is Nina acting like this?" I asked, standing in the doorframe to stop it from closing in my face.
Amber gave me the same hard look Nina had. "How could you do that, Fabian?" she snapped. I gazed at her curiously. "You finally get the girl of your dreams to forgive you, and you blow her off for Joy! That's BS!" I was startled by her outburst. "And on top of Manhattan rejecting her, too."
I realized what she meant. "Joy came into my room last night without warning. I was waiting for Nina to come so I could give her something." I shoved my hands into my pockets protectively. "Now, if you would help me, you need to get her to the competition next week. I have a plan."
Now you know what "rejects" and "breakups" meant in the last chapter. What will Fabian's plan be, I wonder? I'll update soon, but I don't know when. 65 reviews please, okay?
