Chapter 9 is for: AChance, TodayTommorowYesterday and LaLa and Arey

Song: Waiting For The Next Drug by The 88

~*~9: House of Dialogue~*~

Twenty-two year old Edison Sweet-or as he liked to call himself: Eddie Miller-stared at his phone with distaste. He was taking another one of his 'Five Minutes Naps' before he had to return to campus to hand in his thesis-which he needed to do so he could graduate. Eddie lived in a apartment with a roommate that went to the same community college as he did. He was lying on his rock hard single bed when his iPhone started going off blaring his ringtone which was one of his favourite songs by Arcade Fire.

He struggled to grab his cell phone from beside his bed-he was still half asleep. "Eh?" He finally got to the phone and when he opened his mouth his breath stunk of Doritos and a Monster-which he had snacked on before he fell asleep. "Hey uh, it's Fabian. I know we haven't talked like since last year but I'm going to be in New York tomorrow and I was wondering if you know I could crash at your place? Come on Eddie pick up and help an old friend out?"

Fabian's voice shocked Eddie; the two old roommates hadn't talked since last year when all the Anubis Residents (except for Nina) got together for Trudy's birthday, that was before Eddie decided that University didn't have the right courses and that he wanted a break from his Dad who lived a town away from where Eddie went to school. "Uh, Fabian...I did pick up the phone! Your such a genius..." Eddie muttered the last part.

"Ha ha," Fabian started dryly. "Anyways...could I you know stay with you 'cause I'll be in New York and I know you live there." Fabian stopped talking thinking that Eddie wasn't paying attention.

"What! Why? Seriously man, I am in the middle of working on my thesis for school and I would appreciate if you could respect that." Eddie lied knowing that Fabian would feel bad for interrupting Eddie's study time. Eddie knew he was right when Fabian fell silent. "...BUT, then again maybe for a little money-and I mean American money-I could ask for a day extension as my 'poor great uncle has fallen sick'." Eddie smiled as he set the bait for his old roommate to take like the naïve character he was.

"OK. Three hundred dollars-American money, it's all I have now."

Eddie laughed internally, he didn't expect to Fabian to give that much. He was expecting one-hundrend-fifty so he could have money for gas and some food from the convenience store. "Three Hundred it is!" Eddie agreed greedily. "Wait-why are you coming to New York?"

Fabian was silent before answering. "Nina is getting married-and I wouldn't want to miss it for the world."

Amber Millington walked over to her sleek white laptop. The blond pulled her hair into a tight ponytail is she watched the computer screen load. She smiled once it was loaded and the background of her holding up her favourite hot red pumps from her Academy Graduation revealed itself. Staring at herself all dressed up for Graduation made Amber proud of herself, she had come a long way from being just 'The Millington' in High School.

Amber had become a Fashion Blogger with over three million subscribers around the world and started a fashion line called; "Millington World". Her clothing items had been big in North America-featured in clothing franchises like Gucci, YSL and Louis Vuitton. With her money plus her Father's money she could support herself, a million dollar penthouse and a magical wardrobe (that would put the one from Narnia to shame) filled with her luxurious clothes and accessories.

Amber checked her emails; her inbox filled with over 937 unread messages.

"Boring."

"Eww, he had the gross skin."

"Boring."

"Boring."

After a few more 'boring' emails she found one from him. "Oh, what's this?" She leaned in as she clicked it; the email address was not identified and the subject title read: WE ARE MORE HAPPY TOGETHER THEN WHEN WE WEREN'T TOGETHER AND STILL HAPPY!

To: THEHEARTBREAKERMILLINGTON (a) millingtonworld . co . uk

From: Random

"Hey Amber,

I've thought about you a lot lately. I keep trying not to-believe me but it's getting too hard-but every time I 'm with another my conscience pretends it's you. It's the only way I can get through the day without hating myself, hating myself for not fighting for you back at Anubis House. I should have but I didn't and I'm so sorry for that. My fingers are shaking now and I want some way to express my feelings to you but I'm conflicted. If this email doesn't convince you to finally respond to my attempted confrontations then maybe I could convince you at Nina's wedding.

I want you Amber, and I know that you want me.

Amber's blood ran cold and she slammed the laptop closed throwing her head into her manicured hands.

Nina Martin stared at the twenty-two year old once Mara Jaffray-now Mara Campbell-in shock. Mara had arrived in New York two weeks earlier and she was staying with Nina and Ryan until Mick arrived next week. Mick was training for a huge marathon and couldn't delay training until next week and Mara had graduated from University a year early and was thinking about in rolling at an American University to get another degree.

Mara sat on Nina and Ryan's couch with a coffee in her hand while Nina sat on the floor, crossed legged with Mara's wedding dress in her lap. "So you just are going to let me wear this dress?" Nina asked slowly, cautiously running her hands against the soft fabric. Mara's dress was a winter wonderland white, it was strap-less, the top part was skin-tight and layered with a see-through fabric while the skirt was puffy and looked like feathers of an Arctic Bird. "Mara it's so beautiful." Nina felt like crying, and then she felt ashamed for wanting to cry.

"I know." Mara said wistfully taking a drink from her mug. Mrs. Campbell herself felt like crying just thinking about her wedding day with Mick, it was right after she graduated early and Mick came number one in a race in Australia. The time just felt so right, and it was. After everything they had gone through they had made it.

Mara and Mick got married.

"Yeah, it was for my special day but I want it to be for yours." Mara smiled and Nina did too. When Mara found out that Nina's dress had been stolen she had packed hers up and brought it with her. Nina wouldn't accept Mrs. Moss-Ryan's mother-attempts at trying to buy her another dress. Mrs. Moss had already bought a 10.000.000 dollar dress for herself-Nina didn't want to impose.

"You girls." Ryan groaned sarcastically from the kitchen of his and Nina's large apartment. Ryan had been listening to Nina and her friend Mara fuss over a new wedding dress for the last five minutes as he prepared a coffee for him and his fiancé. He grabbed the two new mugs and walked into the living room where Nina and Mara were. "NO, NO, NO!" Mara and Nina crowed at the same time. "YOU CAN'T SEE THE DRESS RYAN-IT'S BAD LUCK!" Mara stated and Nina laughed as her adorable boyfriend backed slowly into the kitchen.

"I'll come get my coffee honey," Nina said and stood up, she stared at Mara after handing her back her dress. "Thanks Mrs. Campbell." The two exploded into laughter.

"So let me get this straight you are going to crash her wedding." Eddie laughed as he drove. Fabian looked out on the road from the passenger seat. It was 1:00 in the morning and Fabian's flight had just landed about half hour ago. The flashy commercial lights of New York flashed brightly against the midnight black sky. Rain drizzled down Eddie's car windows and the traffic was horrid. Fabian already had a headache from flying but this was worse-plus Eddie's car consisted of empty Starbucks cups, unused University Campus Maps, and weird rock band CD cases that had cover photos of guys in leather choking each other with their tongues out.

"I'm arriving at the wedding without invitation." Fabian corrected closing his eyes and leaned his head against his window. He began listening to the drops of water slap the glass. Eddie laughed not believing Fabian. Is 'Arriving Without Invitation' Brit code for 'Wedding Crashing'? Eddie thought to himself. The American composed himself. "Of course you're not." He said sarcastically but fell silent. Eddie was Fabian's roommate for three years and that was enough time to learn how to read Fabian inside and out.

Eddie turned off the road to a side alley that lead to a Church. He turned his car off, the sound of the rain got louder. "Uh, Eddie it's 1: 00 in the morning, I'm tired can't we just go to your place and sleep! Dude what are you doing?" Fabian asked looking out his window confused. "Dude," Eddie started. "I know a guy that's twenty-four hours open." Fabian scrunched his eyebrows worried. Was Eddie talking about a dealer? "What kind of guy?"

"A guy that makes...epic suits! If you are going to crash-excuse me-arrive without invitation to Nina's wedding then your going to have to do it right!"