Fabian POV
After another amazing kiss, I told her everything the Sibuna gang went through last year, from Robert Frobisher Smyth to the Touchstone of Ra. She knew a lot of it from Eddie anyway.
"Your turn again. How was your 'senior year' " I asked her, trying out my American accent.
She laughed that beautiful laugh of hers.
Mission accomplished.
"I think you need more practise Fabian!" she said between laughs.
"Maybe."
"Little bit. But anyway, hmm... senior year huh? Ok. First of all, I never really told you that much about my life before I came to the UK. I had a cool group of friends and we hung out when I came back home for England for vacation, but going to high school with them was totally different from the last time we were in school together, during freshman year.
"Everyone had changed so much and I realised that I physically couldn't spend 6 hours a day with them at school. They felt the same way about me though, so it was ok. All they did was gossip and I didn't feel right about it so I left the group. I'm still friends with those guys, we'll just never get back what we used to have."
God, I feel awful.
She deserves all the friends in the world.
Except for best friends. That position has already been filled.
"Oh Nina, I'm so sorry.. Sometimes people just change."
"What? What do you have to be sorry for? And that's exactly what happened. We just all changed. We outgrew each other. Honestly it was fine. And I was such a buzzkill to be around, all I did was pine over you and trying the figure out how to teleport myself over to Anubis House instantly."
"Trust me, I was trying to find a way to teleport my way over to you too."
I can't believe she's as much of a stalker as I am.
Surely that's a sign that we're meant to be.
"Anyway" she continued, " I made a couple of friends but we were never close, not like the way I was with you guys or even with my old friends. It was like we were just friends because we had nobody else. They were really nice, and it was fine. But then, Gran got really sick.
"Everyone at school knew about it and their pity was worse than being ignored by everyone. The worst part was, I didn't have anyone to really talk to, to be myself around. I didn't have anyone to help me get through it."
I feel awful.
Why did she have to go through all that?
"I wish I could have been there and made you feel like you weren't alone."
Wishing I was there won't change anything, but hopefully she'll realise that she's not alone anymore.
"Promise me you won't feel bad for not being there. It was my own fault. I was the one who cut all ties between us. But anyway, that doesn't matter now. Because I did it. I got through high school. And now I'm at my dream school, with you. So maybe it all happened for a reason."
"Maybe.."
We lean in for another kiss.
I think I fall even more in love with her every second.
