A/N: Hello! Here's the fourth installment, with some bromance and some Fabina, I guess...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis.

After the girls had ate, chat, and finally left, Alfie and Jerome stuck around at Fabian and Eddie's place to 'discuss', which basically meant gossip, even if they wouldn't admit it.

"So, does our wittle Eddie have a wittle crush?" Jerome hid his laugh as he folded his hands and hunched over to rest his head on them. His eyes glinted with a cross of amusement and curiosity.

Eddie scoffed, sinking into the couch, "It's not a date. It's a friendly gesture."

"Well then, you haven't made a 'friendly gesture' for years," Jerome smirked, knowing he had won when Eddie sighed, defeated. Fabian's mouth twitched into a smile- whenever Jerome and Eddie talked, he realized, it was bound to be funny.

"Whatever," Eddie rolled his eyes. He wasn't comfortable with this conversation, not at all, so he did what he did best: he changed it, turning the table on Alfie. Faking seriousness, he spoke, "So, Alfie, when are you proposing to Piper?"

Alfie's eyes widened in alarm as he gasped for words, sputtering, "Propose? As in, marry? You think we're going to marry each other?" He paused for a minute before beginning to dry-heave. "OH MY GOD, WHAT IF SHE THINKS WE'RE GOING TO MARRY EACH OTHER?" He mumbled on, feeling dizzy from the expectation. When he wanted a serious relationship, he didn't mean this much of a commitment. Piper was amazing and great, and yes, maybe, one day, marriage could be a potential factor, but now?

Oh, Eddie scared him when he talked about this.

"Guys," Fabian reprimanded Eddie and Jerome, who were laughing at Alfie's benefit. It was a joke, of course, everyone knew that but Alfie, who was now running berserk around the small apartment, bumping into things as he held his head in his hands worriedly. "Stop it."

"It's funny," Eddie protested, and Fabian shook his head angrily.

"It's not funny," Fabian stood up, eyes blazing, and Jerome and Eddie eyed him warily, their laughter ceasing as Alfie finally ran out of the apartment. "You guys are sick, you know that? This is the first girl Alfie has properly liked since Amber broke up with him years ago. Why are you trying to mess it up?"

"Fabian-"

"No, Jerome! Stop it," Fabian said, inching towards the door, backing away from the two. Grabbing his coat, he shook his head, more disappointed than anything else. "Just stop, will you?"

And he left them to their thoughts.

Fabian shivered, tugging on his sleeves for warmth. For a so-called genius, he should've checked the weather forecast before going outside. It was cold, and night was close to coming. He should turn back right now, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't go back to his stupid apartment to room with the guy he called his best friend.

Were his friends always such jerks, and he never realized it? Was it the prospect of not having girlfriends themselves that led them to jealousy-fueled bashing? Fabian didn't have a girlfriend either, and he was perfectly fine.

Whatever it was, Fabian was tired of it. And he-

"Oh, I'm so sorry," a voice called, and he snapped out of his thoughts to see a girl knocked to the ground. He paled- had he been so immersed in his thoughts he had bumped into her and knocked her down? His cheeks flushed as he extended a hand.

"It's my fault," Fabian confessed, though he wasn't exactly sure of it. In the fading light, the girl was admittedly beautiful, long wavy dirty-blonde hair past her shoulders, and hazel eyes glinting with excitement. She was American, judging by her accent. She was blushing as well as she got up, grasping onto Fabian's hand for support.

"I'm sorry, again," she said, looking down. "I was rushing, and I don't know-"

"No, it's okay, really," Fabian assured, chuckling. "I wasn't paying attention. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"You don't have to-"

"But I want to," he said gently, briefly wondering where all this was coming from. Was this considered flirting?

"Okay then," she said, smiling up at him. "All I want is one thing."

"Such as?"

"Your name."

Fabian was surprised, to say the least. Out of everything, all she wanted was his name? "Fabian, Fabian Rutter."

"Nina Martin," she said, and he awkwardly held out his hand to shake. She obliged, laughing.

"I guess I'll see you around?" Fabian asked shyly.

"Yeah, definitely," Nina said, backing away. "I live right around here," she said. Why she was spilling so much information, she had no clue. She had learned the effects of doing that sort of thing, when her last boyfriend, Mick, had cheated on her. She had put all her trust in him, and he had just…ditched her.

But something about him, this Fabian, who was heartbreakingly nice and sweet, it made her happy.

"Same," he said, pointing in the direction of his apartment building. He turned to leave as the conversation came to an awkward pause. "Bye?"

"Bye," she called, before tearing off into a run. Fabian stuffed his hands in his pockets, letting his breath come out in little wisps of air.

Nina Martin.

He'd have to remember that name.