As I've said before, I don't own HoA. I wish I did.
As soon as I entered the house, I was assaulted with hugs and squealing by - you guessed it - Amber.
"Ams!" I exclaimed, trying to get a word in between her babbling on about the new term, shopping, her somewhat-relationship with Alfie, and how I'd apparently be modeling for her when she shops next. "Ams… Ams! How are you?"
"I'm fabulous, Nina!" she squealed. "You? How was your Christmas?"
"I'm glad you're fabulous! I'm good - tired though. My holidays were great! I enjoyed spending time with my Gran. How about yours?"
By now, we had hauled my luggage up the staircase and into our room.
"My holiday was lush! We went to Austria for a ski trip. I got more shopping done than skiing, though."
Of course. This is Amber, after all. I thought.
"So," she started off. "You and Fabian…" she plopped down onto my newly-made bed.
Oh God. Not now. "I don't know, Amber," I told her, defeated. I sank down next to her. She gave me puppy-dog eyes.
"But you're so cute together!" she cooed. "Like me and Mick! Except… better. Anyways, you need to go out with him! Fabian, not Mick."
"Yeah, I guessed. I'll talk to him when he gets here."
Just then, as if on cue, the front door shut and we heard Trudy's excited voice.
"Fabian! Sweetie, how were your holidays?"
I slapped my hand to my forehead as Amber flounced up and started prancing around our room, singing "Nina loves Fabian, Fabian loves Nina!"
"Amber, shh! He'll hear you!" I put my hand over her mouth. She stopped instantly, crossing her arms and looking defeated.
"Wait a bit, and then I want you to go privately talk to him," she told me as soon as I moved my hand. "Got it?"
"Ugh. Fine. But let's go downstairs now and maybe get a snack. I'm starving!"
We walked arm-in-arm down to the kitchen, laughing all the way. Oh, I was so glad to be back.