This is just basicaly them getting to Malibu.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Nina's POV

"Nina!" Amber cried and spun around to face me, even though I was only a few steps away.

"Yeah?" I turned around to look at her.

"My suitcase won't close!" She said, waving her hands over the hot pink luggage. To prove her point, she tried to zip it up, struggling to barely make any progress at all. "What should I do?" Her glossed lips settled into a pout.

I looked at the overstuffed bag, having a feeling that Amber had had this conversation before. Many times, in fact. "I think you might need to pack less stuff."

"What?" Amber shrieked, as if I'd suggested something horrifying. "That's impossible! I need every single thing in here!"

"Maybe not," I answered.

"I love airports," Mara said te next day as we made our way through the crowd at the- you guessed it- airport.

"I don't," Patricia grumbled, as someone brushed past her. "Watch it!" She called back to him.

We had to wait a long time before we got on the plane.

Everyone was assigned a "plane partner", as Trudy called them, and of course Mick and Mara were one couple, and so were Amber and Alphie. Joy was sick, but would be coming tommorow. I would have partnered up with Patricia, but her and Jerome were really the only ones that could handle each other. And I kind of wanted to be Fabian's partner- we were probably the only ones who wouldn't suffer from "plane fever."

Plane Fever is when people are excited at first, but slowly the excitement fades, and is soon replaced by annoyance and impatience.

Again, we had to wait. The Anubis couples were scattered through out middle class.

"I don't want too be close to those two when we get off," I told Fabian, glancing back at Patricia and Jerome.

"That won't be a very pretty sight," He agreed. They were currently slumped in their seats, Patricia listening to music and Jerome looking at something on his hand. A note he wrote himself on what prank he was going to pull on his partner.

The next few hours passed by with me reading, looking out the window, and pacing so that my leg didn't fall asleep.

I had been just sitting there, looking out the window when I saw it.

"Look, Fabian," I whispered. "That's California."

"I love being in anywhere besides England," I heard Patricia whisper to herself as we rode in a bright red convertible down the gray road.

Everyone's family made some donations so that we could rent a car for the week that we were here. I'd just donated thirty dollars of my own money- I didn't want to put that on my grandmother. Amber sold one of her designer shirts that she hadn't worn in a year on eBay- and that, combined with our donations, was enough for us to get this gorgeous car.

We looked like something out of a movie, I'm sure, with the radio turned up and all of us laughing and singing along to whatever song was on.

Finally, Jerome (who won the contest to be the driver) parked up in front of a huge hotel.

"Woe," I whispered to myself as I looked up at the tall structure.

The hotel wasn't as beautiful on the inside as it looked. It probably had three-and-half stars.

Trudy had come with us and was in the room that drew the line between the boys rooms and the girls'. She kind of just kept in her room, though- we had money and a car and ride, so why would she need to be bothered with us?

I was outside, on the balcony, looking out on the beach. The sun was just starting to set, and the sun was really big and red, and the sky was cloudless. The sun was a half-circle over the ocean, which was sparkling and blue-green.

Yeah, the hotel was close to the beach. Not beachside, but close.

I felt that little flutter in my stomache- pure happiness.

"C'mon, Nina!" Amber demanded. "Why are you looking at the view? That's why people post pictures on the Internet! Haven't you heard of Google? Anyway, we're going to go buy bathing suits! We're going to make you hot!"

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And in the next chapter, they're on the beach.

~RosePedal51