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"Hey, Nina, have you seen Patricia? I need to return her scarf. I used it in a magic trick and she started yelling at me because it got a grape juice stain and then the monkey almost ate it. It was bad." Alfie shook his head.

"No, Alfie, I haven't seen her." Nina denied, looking down at her hands with a frown. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She was hurting. She wanted to be alone.

"Are you okay—?" he asked hesitantly.

"Alfie, please, just leave me alone." she snapped suddenly.

He jumped, stepping back with his hands level with his shoulders in surrender. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and scurried out of the room.

"Alfie, wait, I'm—" she swallowed and looked back at her hands. She hadn't meant to do that, and now he was hurt, and she was hurt, and he was bound to tell someone.

"Nina's really upset, and I don't know why." Alfie said somberly.

Patricia halted next to him, tugging the scarf out of his grip.

"What do you mean, what's wrong with her?" Fabian asked worriedly, looking away from his locker.

"Yeah, something is wrong with Nina. My Osirian senses are tingling." Eddie stated, leaning against the lockers beside Fabian's.

"That sounds disgusting." Patricia scoffed at her boyfriend.

"Well, it's true. I would try to talk to her, but something tells me she doesn't want to talk to Me." he shrugged.

"What should we do?" Amber asked, biting her bottom lip; gray eyes landing on her best friend huddled up in the corner of the lounge at the end of the hall.

"I said I don't think she'd want to talk to me. Now, maybe a certain dork with a thirst for Egyptian knowledge can talk to her."

Fabian looked up again. "I don't know. Do you really think she'll talk to me?" he asked.

"Dude, you're her boyfriend. She's your girlfriend. You're supposed to take care of these sort of things."

"Alright, I'll try."

"There you go." Eddie grinned and wrapped an arm around Patricia's shoulders, leading her down the hallway.

Alfie and Amber also skipped off and Fabian took a deep breath, walking up to Nina warily. She didn't look up; she kept her head down, fingers twiddling in her lap, light brown hair falling around her face like a veil.

"Nina?" Fabian spoke up, scratching the back of his neck.

"Not now, Fabian…" she murmured.

"No, Nina, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"…today is the anniversary of when my parents died…" she whispered after a minute of silence.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Nina, I didn't know." he said awkwardly, sitting next to her slowly. "I know the pain never goes away, and I can't help it, but I'm glad you're not hurting physically. The others were really worried. Oh, and I-I was, too." he stuttered.

"I know you were, Fabian. I'm sorry I've been distant."

"You don't need to be sorry; it's completely acceptable to be upset." He told her.

"You know, my mom was pregnant." She said softly, wiping a tear off her cheek.

Fabian's eyes grew wide. "Really," he ground out.

"Yeah it was a girl. You know, I guess that's why I'm so fond of Beth; I've always wanted to be a big sister. And I've always wanted a little sister."

"You can be Beth's big sister all you'd like; she's always wanted one, and I've never been able to fulfill that role."

"Aw, no, really?" she said teasingly.

"So, do you look more like your mum, or your dad?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"Why do you want to know?" she chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Well, I get my looks from my dad. Joy looks like her mum. Patricia looks like her mum. Alfie's looks are crossed between his parents. Jerome doesn't look a lot like his dad, and I've never met his mother. I mean, I'm just curious. Are you your mother's look-a-like or a daddy's girl?" he teased.

"A mix, I guess. I have my dad's thick hair, while I have my mom's eyes and hair color." she shrugged.

"Your mum has beautiful eyes. I mean, because you have the same eyes, so you have beautiful eyes—" Fabian stuttered, blush pooling on his pale cheeks.

"It's alright, I know what you meant." She giggled, her cheeks darkening as well.

He smiled. And then he did something completely un-Fabian-like. He kissed her. He pushed all his fears and insecurities aside and pressed his lips onto hers in a short sweet kiss.

Nina smiled as he pulled away. "Thank you, Fabian." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He hugged her back. "Anytime at all, Nina."

There ya go! A Fabina! I hope y'all are happy with it! Review? I'm gonna update again today! I'm trying to fill in all my unfilled prompts!

"Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord." For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends. -2 Corinthians 10:17-18

-Rachel