I can imagine this chapter in my mind. This is long, sorry.

I still don't own House of Anubis.

"Would this count as a 'wild party?'" Fabian asked me jokingly that night. It was six o'clock, already dark outside, and it was also snowing- just light flurries making a thin layer over the earth. While I made hot chocolate, he had built a fire in the fireplace, which lit up the room so that we'd turned off all the lights.

"Yes, let me call your cousin!" I said with out missing a beat. I set his mug down on the table in front of his seat on the couch and held mine.

"If you can find her number," Was he kidding? I wasn't so sure, so I just sipped my hot chocolate again. The sleave of my grey sweater was long enough so that it covered my palm and knuckles, but I liked it that way. It made me feel like the charactor in the old Disney movie- Ice Princess.

Anyway, it was quite for a second before Fabian said, "Remember that one Winter when there was a blizzard?"

"Oh, yeah!" I laughed. "And Trudy made us hot chocolate and everything?"

"And we all slept in the common room?"

"And when the power went out, we had to use candles?"

"And how Amber put up mistletoe to try and get us together?"

We both froze. My heart beat faster. Finally, I decided that it was now or never. C'mon, Nina.

"So you... remember that?" I asked carefully, cautiously. I carefully moved only my arm to set the hot chocolate down a fewinches away, on the table.

"Yeah. I do," Fabian wouldn't meet my gaze. I knew that as soon as our eyes met, I would look away, but I still wanted him to look. Maybe this was a nightmare? One of those ones that start of great, but then suddenly take a horrible turn for the worst?

But no. Sadly, this was reality.

"You remember everything?" It was my turn to look at the floor.

"I think. Our break-up?"

"Yeah." My voice was soft, hurt.

Our break-up wasn't simple. Anything but.

Fabian looked at me, the same look as always. I had no idea that today was our last together.

Joy was there, and unlike a lot of people think, we were actually pretty good friends. I was a lot closer to Amber, and now that I think about it Patricia, but yeah. We were friends.

Anyway, me and Fabian were going in a coffee shop, just stopping there before we were supposed to go to the park. It was empty, except for the bartender at the opposite end of the room. His back was to us as he silently cleaned up his station.

"Never thought I'd see a coffee house empty at ten in the morning."

"Yeah. That's what Joy said, too," He said, a little distracted over something.

"Yeah. Um... what?" Fabian never really mentioned Joy. I was cool with it, it just made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Joy," He turned to me. "Didn't I tell you we dated a little? I'm sure I did..." His voice trailed off, and he was looking at me for an answer.

"No, actually."

Right at that second, something felt wrong. I didn't know what, didn't even really pay attention to it. But it was there, gently telling my brain to run.

"You went here with her?" I asked casually, still uncomfortable while the feeling in my stomache remained, noticable now.

"Yes. It was fun," Fabian tried to smooth things over, but that only made things worse to me.

Why did he take me to the place that he had a great time with his ex-girlfriend? I wondered. And then the sentance that ruined everything popped out: "Fabian, do you wish I was Joy?" Wow. Even I was surprised at myself. I had never played the "needy, jealous girlfriend" role. EVER.

Fabian looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" His shock wore off slowly, "Nina, what are you saying? Are you... jealous?"

"No!" My voice was differant- slightly angry, slightly desperate. But one thing was for sure- I wasn't jealous. I'd felt envy a few rare times before, and this wasn't the same. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you asked me whether I preferred you or Joy," We were argueing in low voices, so that the bartender, who was now in the kitchen and still not noticing us, wouldn't hear.

"I'm not jealous of Joy!"

"Nina, just stop."

"Stop what?"

"Being such a drama queen!" He said. Well, that was like putting gas and wood in a burning fire.

"I'm not!" I protested.

"Yes, you are. Please... stop or I'm leaving."

"Too late," I said, tears building up as I turned around, opened the door, and ran. Where was I running? I had no idea. Tears flooded my eyes, a few spilled over onto my cheeks, and I continued to run. Finally, I stopped at a fimiliar park bench. Our park bench.

Instead of going to another one, I simply sat down and silently cried to myself.

I hadn't cried since I called my Gran the first time, but this was worse. My heart was shattered, as I thought of all of the good times we'd had. Gone.

"I wasn't jealous, you know," I said softly (again).

"Yeah, I know," Fabian's voice was sad, too, "And I'm sorry. But I was kind of- what do Americans say?- out-of-wack or something, because of what I was about to tell you. My father was dead. My mom wanted to meet you before the funeral. So I was kind of... nervouse."

"Oh. I'm... sorry."

My heart broke all over again. There was something about your first love that was special. I guess you never got completely over them.

"No, I'm sorry for even mentioning Joy," He smiled at me, though his eyes were still somber.

For a second, it was quite. Then I said, "Fabian, what would have happened if we hadn't broken up?"

"Well..." His voice was thoughtful, "I think we had a pretty decent chance of making it. We were in love, right? And I was over Joy. You were hopefully over your last boyfriend. Yeah, maybe we could've been engaged, and I would probably have proposed either now or after we both finished college."

Everything was already out there, so we were being honest with each other.

I looked down. The fire was somehow still going strong. Other than the slight crackle of fire, nothing made any noise.

"I would've liked that," I whispered, and realised just how close we were.

Looking into each others eyes, we leaned forward and met in the middle. We kissed. Gently, sweetly, not caring about yesterday or tomorrow or anything.

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Awww! That was so sweet. I've discovered that writing while listening to Taylor Swift's Love Story makes my sad, sappy writing better!

~RosePedal51