Okay, sorry I've kept you guys waiting but my computer was kinda sorta… missing. Lol, I forgot it when we went on a mini trip within our trip and then it was dead… so yeah. Anyway just be happy it's here now!

I don't own house of Anubis or letters to Juliet! Kk?

Fabian's POV

I hate Nina Martin.

She brings us to this place that isn't even a restaurant. It's the people who write the letter's place and one of their mums makes food. Seriously, we wanted restaurant food!

Well, I guess the food was just as good, but that's not the point.

I still don't like her.

"So," My gran explained, "I ran from him as you probably know from my letter. His name was Ade Bartolini (Again picture him as uncle ade except older) he wanted us to run away together and start our own vineyard but I was scared. So I ran away from the only man I ever truly loved."

I got up and left the table. She was in love with my grandfather! Wasn't she?

His name was Victor Rutter. (work with me! Picture victor!) He wasn't the nicest guy but he was my grandfather! Without him I wouldn't be here! My mum wouldn't have been born and I wouldn't have been born!

Then before I knew it I heard my Gran say, "So it's settled Nina, you'll come with us to find Ade. I hope your story does well."

I started choking!

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Nina asked.

"Shouldn't you stay with your fiancé?" I questioned her.

"Well, he's away actually. So I'm free." She told me.

So that very next day I was loading not 2, but 3 trunks into the back of the rental car.

As we drove along the roads of Siena I started to notice how beautiful it actually was. The trees, the wide open area. Everything was just so picturesque. I looked through the rear view mirror and saw Nina. On her phone.

She was yet another beautiful sight. God, what am I saying? I don't like this girl!

We finally arrived in hell, otherwise known as the Bartolini residence, and I knocked on the door about 300 times.

When a man came to the door my Gran pounced.

Nina's POV

I was trying to remember every second on this for my story.

"Si?" Ade said as he answered the door.

"Hello," Trudy said, "I'm Trudy Rehman, we met in the summer of 1950. Do you remember?"

"Excuse me?" he said, "I'm not interested in women."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm… uh how do say it?... Gay." He answered, "I knew that by 1950."

"OH….." all three of us answered as we backed away.

Once we were safely in the car, I said, "He can't be the only Ade Bartolini in Siena."

We found a nice area in town and sat there as we looked up the Ade Bartolini's in Siena.

"95? Seriously, are you mad!" Fabian, the little killjoy, wined.

"Fabian, would you go away?" Trudy said, "You little killjoy!"

I giggled at Trudy's choice of words. I couldn't have said it better myself. I could tell that they had a very close relationship though.

"Gran," Fabian said, "I am not a killjoy. Nina, please keep you big mouth shut."

"Oh my god!" I said with faux happiness, "He said please, he does know manners!"

"Ugh!" Fabian yelled.

He walked away from us mumbling, "Stupid girl," followed by curses.

"He's… charming." I said.

"He gets it from my husband. He is also someone who believes that love is only a myth." She told me, "He died about 5 years ago. But enough about me! Tell me about your fiancé."

I smiled on the outside, but frowned on the inside, "Jerome, he is a baker. And he is opening a bakery and is at a butter auction, right now."

"Wow, do your parents like him?" she pressed.

I felt like crying, "Well, my mom does, my dad left us for another women when I was 13."

Trudy's hand flew to her mouth, "I'm so sorry, Nina."

"Well, why don't we find Fabian and get going, lot's of Ade's." I said.

"Yes," Trudy nodded.

I got up and started to walk. As I stepped, I fell over.

"OW!" I yelled. I looked down at my trainers, which had the laces tied together.

Fabian walked over, saw me, and laughed.

"Fabian James Rutter!" Trudy said. She wasn't yelling but his face went so pale, "How could you be so immature?"

"It was just a harmless prank, Gran." Fabian said.

"Harmless? I think you broke my ankle!" I yelled.

"No, oh sorry," Fabian was saying kneeling next to me, sounding genuinely worried, "Let me help you."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Got you."

Trudy and I laughed, and even Fabian smiled as he rolled his eyes couldn't help but laugh too.

We checked into a nice hotel that night and went to dinner. After a while, Trudy went to bed and it was just me and him.

"So Fabian, what do you do for a living?" I asked him.

"I am a doctor." He told me taking a sip from his wine, "I should have been able to tell that, that wasn't a broken ankle."

"What can I say, I am a great actress." I smiled.

"What about you, Nina." Fabian said.

"I'm a fact checker, for the New Yorker."

"Oh, Ms. Perfect's not a writer yet." Fabian mocked me.

So, I did only what the normal person would do.

I threw a grape at him.

But, he dodged it.

And by dodged, I mean he caught it in his mouth.

"Ha." He said.

"I'm not Ms. Perfect." I told him.

"In what way?"

"Well, I've been called goody- two shoes, chicken, and stupid." I said.

"Stupid? By who?" he asked.

"You." I said, "I heard you mumbling."

He blushed, "I don't think you're stupid."

It was my turn to blush now. I looked up at him.

"I'm going to head off to bed." I said.

"I'll walk you to your room." Fabian told me.

I smiled. He was really cute. God, what am I saying? I have a fiancé. Yeah, a fiancé who ditched you for butter, in the city of love. I wonder what my mom would say if she knew I was falling for a guy who wasn't my fiancé. Who am I kidding know what she would say! She would tell me to follow my heart.

"So, still completely against the idea of finding your Grandmother's true love?" I asked Fabian.

"It's not that I'm against the idea, but I just don't want her to get hurt." Fabian told me.

I smiled, "That's really sweet."

I reached my door and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning and we set off right away. Every time we stopped somewhere I would take out my notebook and jot down some notes.

As we drove down another road, just as beautiful as the last, I realized that this was the longest time we spent in the car yet.

God, I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

"Fabian stop the car." I said.

"Nina dear, why are we stopping?" Gran asked.

"Just give me a minute." I said putting a hand on my forehead.

God, we were sitting in there for like 10 minutes and I wasn't feeling any better.

I got out of the car and threw up everything I ate in my entire life.

I laid down in the grass and felt like falling asleep. Damn carsickness.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone say. I was half asleep and couldn't tell if it was Trudy or Fabian.

"Sorry." I said sitting up. I saw Fabian.

"What are you apologizing for?" Fabian said, "It's not like it's your fault. Carsickness, I'm guessing?"

I nodded and ran back to the bush and threw up again.

Then I laid down on the grass. Again, I felt like crap. Carsickness, sucked. The truth was that wasn't my only flaw. I also couldn't swim.

Fabian lifted me back into the car, and sat me in the back seat.

"Just tell me if we need to pull over, okay?" he said. His blue eyes where filled with trust, love, care.

I nodded.

I made it to the next hotel without getting sick. Whoopee. I went straight to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I felt fine, but hungry. Makes sense, I probably puked out everything I ever ate. I looked over to the clock to see it was 9:30. Damn! I raced to get ready and when I got down to breakfast Trudy and Fabian were still there.

"Hey." I greeted. Fabian laughed like a maniac.

"What?" I asked.

"You're wearing your bra as a belt!" he said through laughs.

I quickly ripped the bra from my waist, made sure I had a bra on, and shoved the extra one in my bag.

After that we finished breakfast, and I got a seriously long lecture about not eating too much from Fabian.

I guess he does care about me.

Maybe we could be friends.