A/N: Hi again! Thanks for all the reviews and favorites and followers and all that! Here's chapter two, hope you like it...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis

"They're not here yet!" Alfie peered through the hole in the door of Fabian and Eddie's apartment before checking his watch and frowning. "It's already 7:00!"

"Alfie, it's okay if they're a few minutes late," Fabian chuckled at his friend's worry, giving the table one last swipe. It was already dust free, and everyone knew it, but Fabian needed something to do.

"But Pipes is never late!" Alfie protested, not turning from the door. Eddie rolled his eyes and exchanged a look with Jerome before glancing at the pizza boxes on the table. He was hungry. "You don't think something happened, right?" Alfie's eyes widened as he whipped out his mobile.

"Alfie, if you call her, it'll look needy," Jerome warned him, but Alfie had already dialed his girlfriend's number. The other three remained quiet as their friend's face broke out in a smile. Whatever he had just heard from Piper was obviously good news. Shutting his mobile phone, Alfie jumped up.

"Don't worry, she's in the elevator," Alfie sighed in relief, playfully wiping his brow, and even Fabian let out an eye roll at that. Alfie furrowed his brows, "You guys won't tell her I was waiting by the door, right?"

Eddie's smirk should've betrayed him, and Jerome's wicked smile should've given Alfie a hint as well. Fabian knew, Fabian knew very well that those two were going to tell Piper Alfie had been anxiously waiting, peering out their door for ten minutes straight, looking like a stalker. Fabian also knew Alfie was all too naïve to realize that, but Eddie and Jerome would kill him if he told his friend their plan.

So he kept his mouth shut in anticipation as a knock came on the door. Alfie let out a girlish squeal before straightening up and opening the door.

"Please tell me you're not Piper," Alfie shook his head at the woman in front of him, dressed in a leather jacket, a black faded t-shirt, and dark purple skinny jeans. Her makeup was done dark, and she was scary, to be honest.

The woman laughed, "I'm Patricia. Piper's outside looking in her compact mirror." Patricia smirked, leaning closer to whisper to Alfie, "She's been doing her hair for an hour now. Don't tell her I told you though." Alfie nodded, slightly touched Piper cared so much for him as to be so concerned with her looks. Patricia continued, slightly raising her eyebrow, "And did I just hear a strangled cat in here?" She was obviously referring to Alfie's squeal, and Eddie bit back a laugh while Jerome let his flow openly.

"Patricia, what are you saying about me?" Piper came up behind her sister, placing her hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow. She tapped her foot impatiently, and the four boys stood quietly, afraid to interrupt. Piper's face contorted into terror, "Oh, god. You weren't telling Alfie about…" she trailed off, knowing Patricia knew she meant her preparation.

"About what?" Patricia acted innocently, and Jerome was impressed. She was a good liar, he had to admit. If he didn't just hear her tell Alfie, he would've been fooled as well, and Jerome Clarke was not an easy person to fool.

"Nothing," Piper shook her head, sighing, before pecking Alfie on the cheek. The man pouted slightly, "Just on the cheek? You come five minutes late and you expect me to just accept a kiss on the cheek?"

Piper giggled slightly and moved to give Alfie a long kiss on the lips. Patricia turned away, disgusted, going over to sit on the couch between Jerome and Eddie, the only seat available since Fabian occupied the armchair. The other boys were all shielding their eyes as well.

When the-ahem- noises ceased and the kiss came to an end, Alfie and Piper pulled up chairs from the dining table, dragging them next to Fabian's armchair. An awkward pause in conversation resulted, some still scarred by the couple's PDA, some just plain bored.

Jerome smirked, "Piper, your dear boyfriend was watching outside the door for you for ten minutes straight."

Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe it was the comment itself, or maybe it was Alfie's reaction- burying his head in his hands out of embarrassment. Either way, a hearty chorus of laughter filled the room.

Piper giggled, patting Alfie's back comfortingly, "That's so sweet!"

"That's so creepy!" Patricia corrected, and Jerome gave a light chuckle as Piper glared at her sister. Alfie wasn't coming up for air anytime soon, cheeks still flushed, and Patricia was not helping. "Sorry," Patricia looked down, biting her lip to fight back another oncoming laugh.

Fabian was the only one remaining calm and collected in the situation, even though he himself had joined in on the laughter earlier. But that was just who Fabian was: he was easygoing and a good friend if you got to know him, but otherwise, he was the equivalent to a socially awkward snail. He was also considered the peacemaker of his little group; it was only when he felt strongly passionate about something would he fight for it. "Guys, quit it," he said, and just like that, laughter ceased as Piper sent him a grateful look. Fabian nodded his welcome as Alfie cautiously lifted his head from his hands.

He glared at Jerome, before crossing his arms. "You promised you wouldn't tell!"

"It's okay," Piper's laugh filled his ears. "It was sort of cute."

"How is having a potential stalker cute?"

"Patricia!"

"Sorry, sorry."