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A Second Chance To make It Last

It's Not A Date

Nina PoV:

"Nope...Too short...No sleeves. Urgh, this is hopeless! Fabian I have nothing to wear!" I complain loudly so he can hear me through the loud music and closed bedroom door.

"Nina, you'll look good in anything." He shouts back.

Thanks Fabian, very helpful.

I plop back down in front of the suitcase and continue pulling the contents from it, then tossing the items aside because I don't like them.

"Urgh."

I'm about to give up completely, and tell Fabian to forget about it, when I pull a black, one sleeved dress from the pile.

I hold it up to my body and hobble over to the full length mirror on the wardrobe door.

Hum...not bad...not to short, it should almost cover the bandage on my leg...and the sleeve will cover the bandage on my arm...

Deciding to wear that, I toss it onto the bed and rummage around the duffle bag for my royal blue ballet flats.

I slip them on and before I walk five steps my leg starts shaking painfully.

I collapse onto the bed and rip the shoes from my feet, lobbing them across the room in frustration.

I hate Zack! I completely, utterly hate him!

Just as I am applying a final coat of lip-gloss my mobile begins blasting out my ringtone.

Checking the caller I.D. I sigh and click 'answer', turning my iPod speaker down at the same time.

(Nina-Bold : Amber-Italics)

"Hey Ambs"

"Why haven't you called me? You said you'd call me every day!"

"Sorry, I've been busy; it just completely slipped my mind. Plus it's only been two days!"

"Nice to know you forgot your best friend *Huff*!"

"I could never forget you Amber! I've just had a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Like What? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." I hate lying to her but if I tell her the truth she'd be on the first plane home (as Mick's truck wouldn't be fast enough). "Anyway...How's Santa Cruz?"

"Omg! It's amazing! I found this gorgeous little boutique! We have to go shopping there for the wedding!..." after a while it just sounded like noise but I let her babble about how hot Mick looks in his football kit and many pairs of shoes she bought on their first day there.

"Look Ambs, I don't mean to be rude but I really have to go." I say, cutting her off in the middle of some big story where a guy had asked for her number and Mick and broke his jaw bone. "Fabian's taking me out for dinner tonight."

Realizing my mistake too late, I hear massive squeal from the other end of the line.

"OMG HE ASKED YOU OUT ON A DATE? AWH! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? WHERE'S HE TAKING YOU? I BET IT'S SOMEWHERE ROMANTIC!"

"AMBER! It's not a date! We're just going as friends. I'm wearing that black, one-sleeve dress you got me last year and as for where he is taking me, I have no idea."

"That dress looks so good on you! Look, call me as soon as you wake up tomorrow! I want details! If I haven't heard from you by 11am I'll be knocking on your door first thing the following morning."

I let out a small laugh, "Yes Mom!"

"Don't use that attitude with my young lady!" she scolds, trying to sound stern but failing; resulting in both of us breaking out into fits of laughter.

As soon as I control myself enough to speak a few coherent words I say, "I love you Ambs, I'll call you tomorrow."

"You'd better! Have fun tonight babe, you deserve it."

"Bye."

I hit the 'End Call' button, a grin plastered across my face.

Fabian's PoV:

"Nina, are you ready?" I shout, rapping on the door with my knuckles.

"Yeah" she calls back but not opening the door.

"Shall we go then?"

"No" My brow furrows in confusion. I thought she wanted to go out tonight.

"What? Why not?"

"You'll laugh at me"

"Now why would I do that?"

"Because I look stupid!"

"I won't laugh, I bet you look lovely" What is she wearing that's making her so self-conscious?

"Promise?"

"Promise"

She opened the door and stared at me, daring me to laugh.

My eyes slide down her body, she looks amazing!

She has started to put some weight back on so the dress isn't hanging off her body and her cheeks have become less hollow. You can barely see the stitches above her eyebrow because she has styled her fringe in a particular way. Her tights mask the tiny sliver of bandage that is peeking out from under her dress; you'd only see it if you knew it was there. Altogether she looks healthier, more natural. She looks more like my Nina.

My eyes travel to her feet and I see and old pair of beat-up, blue Converse laced tightly upon them.

I bite my lip, the corner of my mouth pulling up, as she continues to glare at me.

"You look gorgeous, Converse and all." I compliment, slipping my arm around her waist and steering her out of the apartment door, flicking the lights off as we go.

Nina PoV:

"Fabian this is amazing!" I whisper as a waiter leads us to a table, for two, against the wall.

He pulls my chair out for me and I sit down.

"Look at you being all sweet! Guilty Conscience?" I question, grinning up at him.

He gives me a small smile but sits down, in the seat opposite me, without replying. I think I hit a nerve...Oops...

"Can I get you some drinks?" a young, dark-haired, olive-skinned, female waitress asks chirpily in her thick Italian accent, her pen poised about a small notepad.

I grab the drinks menu from the centre of the table and try to make sense of the Italian words that crowd the page.

From the corner of my eye I see the waitress checking out Fabian and batting her eyelashes at him flirtatiously.

Urgh! She is such a slut! I think to myself, taking an instant dislike to her.

"I'll have a beer, please." He tells her, smiling at her.

"Una birra." She says with her stupid Italian accent, smiling back and jotting it down on the notepad.

I slam the menu on the table and they both turn to look at me.

"A mineral water." I say through gritted teeth.

"Un acqua minerale" she says, showing off with her Italian words. She picks my menu up from the table and takes Fabian's from his hands, brushing his hand with hers as she does.

Jealousy pangs at my heart. Stop it! I tell my brain! You have no right to be jealous, you're not dating him and this isn't a date! He's a free agent and can flirt with whoever he wants. Remember what he did to you! You don't even like him that way! You swore off men after Zack!

She sashayed off to the kitchen, swinging her hips as she went

"What's wrong with you?" he hisses across the table.

"She was totally into you and you were totally flirting back!" I hiss right back at him, unable to retain my 'rational' thoughts.

"I was not!" he defended, "Why?" he added with a smirk, "You jealous?" he winked at me.

"No!" I lied, my cheeks flushing red. God, I hope he didn't notice! "It's just that you are supposed to be making me feel better! Not hooking up with our waitress!"

"Yeah you're right." He replied sincerely, though flashing me another smirk and waggling his eyebrows; leaving me thoroughly confused.

The rest of our night turned out pretty well, he didn't flirt with the waitress, I didn't stop smiling and I have to admit the food was delicious.

The now disgruntled waitress, from the lack of Fabian's attention, placed our coffees down in front of us and gave us the fakest smile I have ever seen. Well guess who wasn't getting a tip? She stalked away without a backwards glance.

"You really do look gorgeous tonight Nina." He says in a quiet voice, gazing at me from under his thick, dark lashes.

I smile shyly and he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear.

I blush furiously and look over his shoulder, immediately noticing a gathering in the entrance.

"Fabian," I whisper, looking back at him, "there are two police officers by the door and they keep looking over here."

"Relax Nina," he breathes, taking my face in his hands, "there are loads of people over here. It has nothing to do with us."

I nod, getting lost in his deep blue eyes.

He starts leaning towards me.

Oh god! He's going to kiss me!

I should push him away, tell him I can't do this but I am transfixed by his eyes.

What am I doing! This shouldn't be happening!

Our lips are an inch apart and I can feel his warm breath caressing my face.

My heart smashes against my ribcage as I eagerly await the pressure of his lips on mine.

Just one more centimetre-

"Fabian Rutter?" a deep voice asks from beside us.

I hear him sigh and he pulls away, dropping his hands from my face.

I should be relieved but all I can feel is the bitter taste of disappointment deep in the pit of my stomach.

I turn to see who rudely interrupted out moment to see it is one of the officers I saw by the door two minutes ago.

"Yes?" Fabian answers him, a puzzled look clear upon his face.

The officer hauls Fabian from his seat and in one swift movement has his hands behind his back and locked in handcuffs.

"I am arresting you on suspicion of attempted murder."

Author's Note: aha sorry for the cliffy but I've got to keep you interested ;) Please tell me what you thought of this chapter; Were you surprised? Did you like the phone call with Amber? Personally this was my favourite chapter to write so far! So you know, I have nothing against Italians or their accents, I just thought it worked in this case. Nina's outfit is on my profile. 4-7 reviews until I upload – (new chapter SHOULD be up before Saturday but no promises, I think I'm going to be quite busy this week). Sibuna!

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