I don't own House of Anubis
I am fully aware that this really doesn't constitute a full chapter, especially considering how long I've made you honorable people wait for it, But this is the first bit of writing I've done for any of my stories in months, so fans of this story, feel 'honored'.
Fabian's Pov: Eddie's back. How the heck is he back? Why isn't Nina back? Eddie died... WHAT THE FUDGE NUGGETS, IS EDDIE HERE IN PATRICIA'S BEDROOM ALIVE! How can he be here without Nina? How can he be here? Is he here? Is this Eddie's ghost come to annoy me in death with his music?... Can Nina come back? Why Eddie and not Nina? Will I run out of questions essentially asking the same thing? Holy crap! Eddie is back from the bloody dead! Bloody dead... pun not intended. How can I be making jokes at a time like this? What is wrong with me? And Eddie is back?! What the *insert favorite expletive here [1]* is going on?!
...How much of this have I said aloud?
"Trust me mate," Mick says as he clasps his hand on my shoulder, "you'd die of embarrassment if you knew the answer to that."
Shi...shish-kabobs, I said that much aloud?
"The author is going to change the rating of the piece to 'T', dude." Mick breaks the fourth wall, "You can curse now."
In that case, Fuck, Shit, Hell, Damn, Bloody Hell, and the middle finger.
"Dude," Mick reprimands, "You give the middle finger, not say the words."
I've got to learn how to keep my thoughts private.
"Yes, yes you do." Mick agrees.
"Fuck it!"
[1] Until tonight, this was rated K+ and cursing, just isn't done in K+ stories