Okay, so I'm back! I bet you missed me and my awesome stories. (Haha, jk =D.) So, you guys sadly didn't leave any song requests, so I am forced to come up with a song, and as you've probably guessed by now, I am no doubt a fan of Glee. And, I love Darren Criss, so the song that Fabian sings here is 'Somewhere only we know'. It would be like Darren Criss singing it.
Fabian
After my fight with Nina, we quickly settled into a satisfying schedule. Saturday and Sunday were the days the whole house toured London or just hung out together. Mondays and Wednesdays were for choreography for the upcoming concert, Thursdays and Fridays Nina and Harris got together and either vocally trained or brainstormed for new songs. Tuesdays Nina went out with her Gran to a café or to some other attraction, and enjoyed each other's company until she came back at six, when we went out for a date.
The third Tuesday of the cycle, just four days shy of the kickoff concert, started off as usual. Nina got up at six, and studied until 10'clock; she met her Gran at eleven o'clock. At ten she woke me, and we dined together.
But at ten thirty, she got a call from her stylist. She sighed, and answered the call. "Yes? What, you need me? But I'm about to meet my gran! Why? Because she's old, and her days are numbered! Can't this wait? Ugh, fine. I'll be there. Why can't I? FINE! You are so annoying!" She hung up, and slammed the phone down angrily on the clear glass table. "What's up?" I asked, scooping up some corn flakes with my spoon. Milk seeped out of the spoonful, down into the bright red bowl.
"My stupid stylist," she muttered, pushing away her plate filled with pancakes and eggs and bacon. "I mean, I should enjoy my day off, right?" She asked me. I nodded, drinking from my cup of orange juice. After I swallowed, I asked, "What does she want?" She stabbed her eggs hard with her fork, causing a loud CLINK to sound.
"She accidentally pushed over a tub of concealer onto my dress, which she was 'admiring'. But, she hated that dress as soon as I picked it!" She explained. "Oh, and then she doesn't want me to bring my iPhone, because it'll 'distract' me from picking a stupid dress!" She jerked her fork into her mouth, and chewed furiously although eggs are fairly easy to swallow.
She swallowed, and tossed her phone to me. "Call my gran and tell her that I won't be able to meet her at Josie's Café after all. If you explain the situation, she'll understand. I've got to go." She stood up and grabbed her purse, and stormed out.
I shrugged, and hit the icon that said 'Contacts'. I scrolled through the names until I found her grandmother's cell phone, and hit 'Dial'. I waited, but it went straight to voicemail. I left a message, assuming that her gran was unavailable for some reason.
Amber flitted into the room. She had sunk into the shadows recently, but I just thought that she didn't want to interfere with the preparations for the first concert. She touched a muffin, considered whether or not to eat it, and quickly took a bit of it. She washed it down with water, and sprinted upstairs to the bathroom.
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Nina
"What about this one?" The stylist's perfectly manicured fingernails rubbed the cloth for a second, and smiled. "It's quality fabric, too." she said. "And designed my Gucci!" "It's nice," I muttered.
It really was too dressy, though. It was a deep blue, and floor length. It had a halter top, and was sparkly around the bust, and the sparkles loosely trailed down the dress, until puttered out around the knees, and the rest was just midnight blue cloth.
The stylist, named Tracy, put her hand on her hip. "Sweetie, you've said that about the other twelve dresses. Which one do you like?" I didn't pay attention to her words, just the enormous wad of gum she was smacking. "Sweetie?" She snapped her fingers, and I blinked.
"To tell you the truth, they are all way too dressy," I confessed. She sighed, and blew a bubble. "Well, what do you want to wear?" I looked around, and then found the perfect one. It was a white sundress that was tight around the chest but flowed out afterwards to the knees. It had gray buttons that led down the fitted bodice.
"That one!" I pointed to it. Tracy snorted. "Hun, that dress will never do. It is probably made of cotton, and no one knows the designer!" I crossed my arms across my chest defiantly, and said, "You made me come. It's that or my sweats and favorite Disney World T-shirt." She sighed, and picked it up from the rack, and held it in front of her with her thumb and index finger, as if she was afraid it would give her rabies. "Let's go pay for this before I get caught holding it." She said in disgust. I smiled, and took my own sweet time getting to the cash register.
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Fabian
It was thirty minutes before Nina was due to come home, and her gran still hadn't called me back. I tried to shrug it off, but something just didn't seem right. The back of my mind just wouldn't let it go, and kept pushing it. Finally, I sighed, and plopped down Quantum Theory book down on my and Nina's bed. I had been trying to read a page of it for fifteen minutes, but I just couldn't get into it before trying her gran again.
I plucked up Nina's phone, and tried her cell phone again. No answer. I decided to try her gran's home. Nina's grandmother had given her the home phone, but had warned Nina that she was hardly ever home, so she probably shouldn't call that often. As I suspected, it was the farthest down on her 'recently called' list.
Nevertheless, I confidently dialed the number. So I was taken aback when a man with a deep booming voice answered. "Hello, you have called the Hospice Care Center. How may I help you today?" Hospice? I wondered. Nina's gran or even Nina ever mentioned that her gran lived in a hospice. "Um, it must be a wrong number. I was trying to reach Nina Martin's grandmother," I explained.
"You say Nina Martin? Is her grandmother named Marie Elise Martin?" The deep voiced man asked. Nina's gran DID mention that her first name was Marie Elise! I thought. Now a really bad feeling crept upon me. "Well, yes. Why?" I asked nervously. "Because," said the man, "She died in her sleep today."
The end! No, I'm not that mean. Anyways, LINE BREAK!
~Line Break~
"If I could, maybe I'd give you my world," sang Nina as she walked down the hallway. I bit my lip, and tapped my foot nervously. I was sitting on the most comfortable couch, the news, only thirty minutes old, fresh in my mind.
"How can I, if you won't take it from me?" She continued her voice louder and clearer as she neared the door. "You can go your own way!" She said while searching for her keys. "You can call it another lonely day!" She unlocked the front door, and came in, shopping bags obscuring her legs. "Hey, Fabian," she said, a natural smile gracing her lips.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep a poker face. "Fabian?" She asked, vaguely concerned, unloading her bags and sitting down on the couch with me. I took a deep breath, and tried to harden my eyes. How was I supposed to tell her that the last person of her immediate family was dead? I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. It was a sick world, and she was finally having her moment, and I would be the messenger to ruin her sunshine.
But when I finally turned to face her and tell her that everything was fine (a complete lie), I instantaneously melted as I stared into her beautiful sea-green eyes. She deserved to know. I had to tell her.
"Nina…" I put my hands gently on her shoulders, and sadness clouded my vision. I swiped at the tears angrily, wanting to be the shoulder she cried on, and not her sobbing companion. I barely knew her gran; she was Nina's last blood-related family member.
"Nina, your gran's dead." A flurry of emotions passed over her face. Disbelief, Shock, Despair, and finally defiance. "NO SHE'S NOT!" She finally screamed, slapping away my hands and punching me in the stomach. She stood up, and I stood up too. "NO SHE ISN'T!" She yelled, tears pouring down her face as she injured me. Somewhere between the protests and blows, I was able to grasp onto her shoulders, and I hugged her. She just stood there, her hands clenched into fists, tears running down her shattered face.
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Nina
I was just numb. I was the last Martin standing…I shook my head. No. Gran's alive. She's not dead. No. She wouldn't leave me. Would she? The way she comforted me, give me a cookie when I was younger and tell me that it was alright, my parents would stop fighting. I needed her like I needed water. Gran had to be okay. Without her, I'm broken. I sustained through abuse, my parent's death and my brother's, bullying, cheating, and loving and not being loved. But this was the last straw. I'm truly broken.
I pushed away from Fabian, and ran upstairs to the bathroom. I kicked Amber out, not even noticing what she had been doing. I just lay down on the tile floor and sobbed my brains out senselessly.
Fabian
I knocked on the bathroom door after an hour. "Nina…" I started, but trailed off. I heard sniffling. "What?" She asked in a small voice. Amber put a small hand on my shoulder. "Let me handle it," she said, and called to Nina, "I can't imagine the pain you're going through right now, and you need time right now, I get that. But could you come out so we can talk it out? Please?" Her voice was unusually raspy. "Amber, are you okay?" "Fine," she said curtly.
"Amber…I'm broken." Those simple words sent me shell shocked. She was a strong spirit, and she could, or at least I thought she could, withstand anything life threw at her. I immediately took out my songbook on reflex, and started working on a song.
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Nina
At about seven o'clock at night, I finally got up and looked myself at the mirror. I splashed water on my face, trying to wake myself up from the terrible dream. I knew that I'm going to live with my losses every day for the rest of my life, if I chose to live it. I glanced at my razor for shaving my legs. Three quick swipes and it could all be over. I crept towards it, memories flooding back from when I first tried to kill myself. No one could stop me now. No one…
But as I was about to drag it across my skin, I remembered my vow. I was supposed to never try to kill myself on purpose, never to go into my rut that I had worked so hard to get out of. But if I came out of the ditch to a chasm, what was the point?
As I contemplated this, an acoustic guitar was starting to play softly. Eventually Fabian's voice started singing, cutting off my train of thought.
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the Earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're going to let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin!
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're going to let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin!
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know?
So why don't we go?
So why don't we go?
And if you have a minute why don't we go? (Oooh oh)
Talk about it somewhere only we know? (Oooh oh oh)
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go, somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know
Somewhere only we know
Towards the end of the song, a ton of people started singing it. I quietly set down the razor, and tiptoed to the door. I quickly opened it, and was shocked to find not only the whole Anubis House, but Harris and Tracy and Trudy and, the most shocking, my two best friends from America.
I promptly started bawling. How could I think to leave them, even for a second? They were the best people I've ever known, and I was willing to leave them. I accepted Fabian's hug now, and just stood gasping for breath in his embrace. "Nina, it's going to be okay," He whispered. And for once, I believed him.
I hope that, as sad as this chapter was, you enjoyed it, and that you cried at the pure awesomeness of my writing skills. (JK! ={D) I swear, Nina is never going to be depressed again. I just thought things were too perfect for her, and besides, this is a book.
~ChocoAwesomeness~
