Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis

"And the seventh thing I hate the most that do… you made me love you."

-Miley Cyrus "7 Things"

*12 years later*

"Mick!" Nina Martin shouts to her older step brother as he practically throws a box on the ground, "If you break anything I swear I'll-"

"Nina smile for the video!" one of her best friends, Mara Jaffray shouted, "People are going to see this someday!"

"Hi people of the future," Nina smiled, "Now please excuse me while I yell at Mick."

Nina walked away accusing her poor brother while simultaneously unpacking her new apartment. Her and Mick had recently moved out of Liverpool and to London. Although, Mick was sharing an apartment with his girlfriend, Amber Millington. Who he met many years ago on their trip to Florida. But, they only reunited last year.

"Hey Ambs!" Nina shouted to her other best friend, "Can you help me with this?"

"Sure," Amber shrugged, leaving her boyfriend's side to help her American friend.

The four of them continued to unpack all the boxes, smiling and laughing together. Life was pretty damn awesome for all of them. They all were doing what they wanted.

Mick was in marketing. He always wanted to do a beer ad or commercial and was just signed on to Winkler and Clarke Advertising. He was the art director for his three man marketing team and would be meeting his co-workers later.

Amber was a fashion designer. Not much yet, just her small dress store. She mainly focused on wedding gowns, but she wasn't afraid to do more.

Mara actually found that she loved photography during college. She always thought she would be a scientist or a doctor, but photography was her passion no matter how many A's she received in science.

Nina was a writer. She just got a job at the magazine Flawless and had a column where she could write whatever she wanted. It was small for the time being, but it was a start.

"Mara, give me the camera." Mick demanded, grabbing her video camera and pointing at her, "Look its Mara!"

Mara put her hand over the lens, "Mick there's a reason I'm behind the camera!" She took her camera back, rolling her eyes.

"So, by promoting the taste and originality rather than the design on the bottle, we can increase buyers by at least 5.86%." Fabian Rutter concluded, wrapping up the presentation he was making for Winkler and Clarke Advertising. But, really the reason he was avoiding promoting the design was because he was short an art director right now.

"So tell me Fabian," Jason Winkler, co-founder of the company, "How do you come to these results?"

"I'm glad you asked Jason," Fabian smiled, grabbing his briefcase and whipping out some neatly stapled papers, "These are copies of the poll I took, just walking around the city." He began to pass the papers to the wordsy guy of his team, Eddie Mason (real last name unknown), Joy Mercer a girl on another marketing team, Patricia Williamson, her partner, Alfie Lewis the Vice President of Winkler and Clarke, and of course Jason Winkler and Jerome Clarke, "The question as you can see, was whether people care more about the taste of beer rather than the bottle's design. Almost 100% of people questioned preferred taste."

Fabian watched as Jason and Jerome exchanged a glance, "Very satisfying, Fabian." Jerome smiled, "By the way, Eddie listen up."

Eddie jumped at the sound of someone else and Fabian noticed he had been playing Angry Birds in his lap. Fabian rolled his eyes at his American best friend as he began to mumble his response, putting his phone in his pocket in the process.

"Your new art director will be here in one hour," Jason responded, "Be ready. His name is Nick Campbell."

Nick Campbell? The name sounded vaguely familiar to Fabian, but he let it slide.

Eddie and Fabian settled in their office, ready to discuss Nick Campbell.

"So Nick Campbell huh?" Fabian sighed, ready to think of his next pitch to Nerf and what kind of art the new guy would come up with.

"It's Nick? I heard Prick." Eddie smirked.

Fabian laughed, "Well maybe if you were listening instead of playing Angry Birds you would know."

"I wasn't playing Angry Birds!" Eddie defended, "I was playing Line Runner."

Fabian rolled his eyes in a very 'like-it-makes-a-difference' way.

Great, one hour.

Mick walked into Winker and Clarke, looking for one of his new bosses. He spotted the tall Jason Winkler and went right over to him.

"Hi there," he started shaking the man's hand, "I'm Mick Campbell."

"Oh right! Jerome told me your name was Nick… maybe I misheard him. He tends to talk fast." Jason laughed.

"Yeah, people sometimes get Nick first." He laughed, "I was just wondering where my office was."

"Oh right down the hall. First door on your right." Jason smiled, pointing him in the right direction.

"Thanks, Mr. Winkler." He said.

"Oh please, call me Jason."

"Okay then, thanks Jason!" he smiled, swinging his backpack over one shoulder, careful not to whack anyone.

He stopped in front of the door unsure if he should knock or just walk in. Hearing voices on the other side and realizing this was his office now too, he walked straight in.

He saw the back of a guy with brown hair's head and the face of a guy with blonde hair that was going in a hundred different directions.

"Look its Prick," he heard the guy mumble. Great, that's exactly how he wanted his first impression to go. He chose to ignore the rude comment, and just responded with a simple 'hey.'

"Don't be mean to Nick," the other guy said as Mick turned around, placing his backpack on a chair and looking through it.

"My name is Mick, not Nick." Mick responded.

"Mick?"

Fabian smiled and laughed quietly at Eddie's comment and gave him a simple, "Don't be mean to Nick."

"My name is Mick, not Nick." The new guy responded.

Mick. Mick Campbell. He knew Mick Campbell.

"Mick?" Fabian asked.

Mick turned around, to face him, his eyes becoming footballs, "Fabiams?" he began to laugh, Fabian joining him.

"You know Prick?" Eddie asked Fabian, joining there conversation.

"Yeah and he is a Prick." Fabian smiled and Mick knew he was only joking.

"We were best friends for a while." Mick continued, "Then we drifted after he moved."

"It wasn't after I moved it was after… Florida probably." Fabian mumbled.

"Oh yeah, Florida. Right." Mick said, almost inaudible.

Eddie noticing the awkward tension growing in the room, interrupted with a simple, "Hey why do we go get some lunch?"

"Can't."

Mick stared at the other, obviously not wanting to share his reasoning of why he didn't want to get lunch with them.

"Ummm, why?" Eddie interrupted.

"I, uh, was going to go out." He said.

"By yourself?" Fabian injected, "We can go with you, if you want."

"Well, see I already had plans with some friends and uh, my sis *cough* ter."

"Huh?" Fabian and Eddie asked.

Mick sighed, "With my sister. She wants to come by here and check out the place."

"Oh." Fabian said, trying to gather his stuff.

"What's your sister's name?" Eddie asked, his voice floating with curiosity.

"Nina."

"What does she look like?" Eddie asked with a smile.

"Well, why don't we just-" Fabian began before he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Shit." Mick mumbled under his breath.

"Who is it?" Eddie called.

"It's Nina Martin, I'm looking for Mick Campbell."

"Come in."

Fabian considered hiding under his deck, but then he realized that it was too small. Maybe he could turn around and she would never even see his face! No, Mick would know. Great, he was screwed.

Fabian watched as the door opened, revealing a small girl with long, dirty blonde hair and ducked behind his desk. She closed the door behind her and Eddie stood up in interest.

"Hi, I'm Eddie Mason. You look stunning." Eddie smiled, shaking her hand.

Nina let out a laugh, "Well, thank you and nice to meet you Eddie." Nina looked toward her brother and smiled, "You ready?"

"Oh, yeah. Is Amber coming?" Mick asked.

"You have another sister!" Eddie interrupted with a smile.

"Like one isn't bad enough." Mick and Eddie heard Fabian mumble, while hiding behind his desk.

Mick, fuming, turned stalking toward him. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"You heard me." He said, emerging from his hiding place.

"You're still pissed about what happened 12 years ago?" Mick asked, with a scoff.

"Mick, who is it?" Nina said, coming from behind him.

"Nina," Mick said through gritted teeth, "You remember Fabian right?"

Nina locked eye with the man she hadn't seen in over 12 years. He looked the same on the outside, but on the inside he changed. She could see it in his eyes. Something that was once so kind and warm seemed very icy and cold.

"Yeah," Nina replied after a moment of silence, "I do."

Fabian gave a small wave and Nina offered a smile then turned to Mick, "We have lunch to get to, Mara and Amber are waiting in the car. I'll meet to out there."

She grabbed her purse and headed out of the room.

When she was out of earshot, Mick pounced, "Listen up Fabian. If you ever insult my sister again, or do so much as insult her fucking choice in gum, I swear you will wish you were never fucking born."

Mick then walked from the room ready for his well-earned lunch.

And maybe some dessert too.

"That was very awkward." Eddie commented.

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying," Eddie commented holding his hands up in surrender, "What's the deal with you and Nina?"

Fabian groaned, "Nothing. Just a whole lot of crap."

"I can't believe you just saw him!" Nina exclaimed when they were out of the building, "And he's your co-worker now too!"

"Yeah, he turned into a fucker." Mick commented still very pissed off at him for his comment about Nina.

"Why is he a bad person?" Nina put emphasis on the 'bad person' because she was trying to get Mick to stop cursing so much, but failing miserably.

"He's a fucker because he liked you when we were young and you turned him down." Mick laughed.

"He thought we weren't gonna work out I heard him say it."

"Yeah but he also said that he enjoyed hanging with you for the time you had. He wanted it to work, but it wouldn't because of long distance crap." Mick explained.

"Oh."

"Hey!" Amber yelled from the car, "What took you guys so long?"

"Just a run in with a fucker!" Mick called back nonchalantly.

Nina rolled her eyes and figured Mara would too. But she spotted a man walking from the building. Mara blinked her eyes as if what she saw was an illusion. The man was tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Mick?" she mumbled, "Who's that?"

"One of my bosses, Jerome Clarke."

Mara thought he looked like heaven.

If only she actually knew him.

Jerome walked from the building ready to get lunch. Yeah, 12:30 seemed like a good time.

He was just about leave the Starbucks table he was currently occupying, when a tall girl with dark brown hair appeared in front of him.

"Hey there," she said with a seductive smile.

"Hi."

"I love the tie you have there, it's makes you look sophisticated. But maybe you can take it off…" she said, grabbing the spoon in his coffee and spinning it.

"I'd like to leave it on thanks."

The girl scoffed, unbuttoning her coat and showing a very revealing shirt. Jerome just raised his eyebrows and stood with a scoff of his own.

"It's cold outside, why don't you put on your jacket?" Jerome stood and left the coffee shop walking back to the office.

He got there and Fabian Rutter stood in his office, tapping his foot.

"What do you want Rutter?" Jerome asked, placing his coat on a hook.

"How could you give the Frobisher-Smyth account to Joy! Those diamonds were my idea!" Fabian yelled.

Jerome scoffed again, "Because, you and your group sell beer and sneakers. Joy and Patricia sell diamonds."

"But it was my idea!" Fabian pleaded, "You know I can handle this account!"

"No you can't. Diamonds, are love, and you haven't had a girlfriend since you began working here." Jerome told him.

Jerome was right. He hadn't had a girlfriend. But, what does it matter? He could still sell damn diamonds! He didn't believe in love, it's just his nature. Wait, a second…

"I can make a girl fall in love with me."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," Fabian continued, "If I can make a girl fall in love with me by the company Christmas Ball then you give me the account."

"Are you offering me a bet?" Jerome asked, with a smile. Fabian nodded.

"I accept." Jerome smirked, "Now, who's the lucky girl?"

"Oh I have someone perfect in mind." Fabian said with a devious smile. Revenge was sweet.

"So, Nina how was Mick's office?" Amber asked at lunch.

"Fine." Next to Nina, Mick was scarfing down a triple scoop sundae.

"Mick, what happened to splitting the ice cream?" Amber asked with a laugh.

As soon as someone else showed interest in his oh-so-precious ice cream, he wrapped his muscular arms around the bowl and mumbled like a three year old, "Mine."

Nina would have laughed with the rest of them. If she wasn't too busy thinking about Fabian. He looked the same on the outside, but on the inside he seemed like…

…weird.

"Did you see Fabian?" Nina blurted.

"I'm sorry?" Mick asked, "Yeah, I saw the little twit."

"Did he seem different to you?"

"Yeah, he's a jackass."

Nina didn't believe that was it. She knew that something more was different about him.

If only she knew what.

"YES!" Fabian burst into his office screaming.

"You go the account?" Eddie asked, ready to celebrate.

"Not exactly," Fabian pointed out, "All I have to do is make Nina fall in love with my by the Christmas Ball. But, don't tell Mick."

"Okay, so she has to fall in love with you…" Eddie said, "Have fun with that."

"Oh I will." Fabian had a devious smile on his face. Something that Eddie rarely saw.

Fabian knew that if he made Nina fall in love with him for a bet, he'd get to break her heart afterward, just like she broke his. Then he would feel whole again…

…he thinks.

Nina walked through the park near her apartment the next day, wondering why some trees grew taller than others.

But that wasn't good enough for that months article. She needed something good.

She sat on a bench her notebook in hand. She looked at some people passing by and saw one jogging, no. Listening to music, no. One just sitting… yes.

She picked up her notebook again and began to write.

Have you ever really just sat down and thought about something? I mean really thought? Not think of the things that are stressing you out, the way you look, or how many Weight Watchers points you've used today. To just think. About the life around you. The birds, the bees, the people. To just think what it's like to be them. I-

"Hey."

The voice made Nina jump, her notebook falling from her lap. Some pictures and writing cut outs that she had stuck in there fell out, landing on the ground.

"Crap." She sighed, leaning down to pick up her papers.

"Sorry I scared you," said the man who she hadn't even looked at yet. She finally looked up at him, noticing it was Fabian.

"Oh, hi." She replied, grabbing more papers as he helped her.

"What's all this anyway?" he asked.

"I'm a writer so I take a lot of notes. I also take pictures but only with a Polaroid camera. I think they are the best." She explained, expecting him to laugh at the fact that she only used such an old camera, "You're not laughing."

"Was that a joke?" he asked.

"No, but everyone laughs at me. They think I'm crazy." She told him.

"It's understandable actually." He said.

She smiled at him and looked at her stuff.

Fabian picked up a crumbled piece of paper, with the title He Will… at the top. There was a list underneath and he asked, "What's this?"

Her eyes grew wide as she grabbed the paper from him shoving it back in her notebook, "It's nothing!"

The paper was a list of her qualities of a boyfriend. It was be kind, be sweet, make me happy when I'm sad, have sparkling eyes, be smart but not a genius, make me smile, support me, believe in me, believe in us, and finally believe in love.

Nina looked him in the eyes, which happened to be sparkling. She mentally checked that off her list.

"I uh, no it's a bit sudden but, would you like to go get a drink sometime?" he asked her with a smile.

"I'd like that." She said, smiling. Check number two.

"You said what?" Mick asked, dropping the take out in his hands, "Shit!"

"Oy, Mick," Nina sighed, "I'm not doing anything wrong-"

"He's a dick."

"Mick!" Nina shouted, "Listen, he was your friend once. Maybe he was just having a rough day or something!"

"Rough day my ass."

"Mick!" Nina continued, "Don't you want me to be happy? I mean, my last boyfriend cheated on me! All I want is a normal relationship!"

"Come on Nina that was a month ago! Don't you need time to get over it or something?" Mick didn't want Nina dating Fabian. Last time that happened, Nina was in tears and Fabian was in shock.

"Mick, I'm over it."

"Fine Nina. But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart again."

Nina eyed her step brother, knowing if she needed a shoulder to cry on, he was that shoulder.

"Alright," Mick sighed knowing that he would be that shoulder as well, "But don't say I didn't tell you so."