"I need a man to take a chance on a love that burns hot enough to last. And when the night falls, my lonely heart calls…!"

-Whitney Houston, I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever, own House of Anubis
Dedication: For my annoying sister, who is downstairs right now giving me peace and quiet :)

"To," Mick smiled, holding his beer bottle in the air, "I guess surviving our first year of college."

"And," Amber continued, holding her glass of wine and playing with a necklace on her neck, "To us sticking together until the end."

"Preach!" Alfie smiled, clinking his bottle against everyone's at once.

"Alfie, you should really meet my twin." Patricia told him, "She loves a weird jokester, you know?"

"Hey!"

"Anyway," Amber shouted, breaking up the fight about to happen, "Mick and I have something else to say."

"What?"

"We're engaged." Mick said, a broad smile on his face.

"Holy fuck, Amber are you preggo?" Patricia asked, her eyes wide.

"NO!"

"Amber, Mick…" I said, not sure of why I started talking, "Congratulations!"

I can't think of any reason why it's a bad thing…

"We aren't going to get married until we graduate," I'm sure I heard the entire table sigh in relief when Amber said this, "But, we know we love each other and why not get engaged?"

"Well, congrats guys." Fabian smiled, "Have fun being tied down Mick."

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I wanna dance." Eddie said getting up, "Any takers?"

"Patricia is the only one who's single and not a guy or your cousin." Amber said, why don't you dance with her?"

"What do you say yacker?"

Patricia looked at his extended hand warily for a second, before smiling and excepting his hand, "Sure Eddie. I'd like it."

Amber smiled as she watched them walk away, satisfied at her matchmaking skills. "Nina, Fabian. You're the only ones –besides Alfie, but I think he's see's Piper across the room- who are unattached. Go dance! I love this song!"

Fabian smiled and looked toward me, "Would you care to dance?"

I look at my lap and blush. Is he really asking me to dance? God, I sound like a teenager.

"You're blushing." He laughs.

"It's my…" I start trying to think of an excuse, "Yes. I am. It's just it's been awhile since someone asked me to dance and I'm not really sure what to say."

"So…" Fabian sighs and grabs my hand, "Say yes."

I smile at him, "Yes, Fabian, I'd love to dance."

No offence, but his dancing is atrocious. I thought I was bad. I found myself trying to contain my laughter. He notices.

"I know, I'm a hideous dancer aren't I?" he said, laughing with me.

"It's cute though." I tell him, still laughing, "It makes you… real."

"Real?" Fabian smiles as the upbeat song turns to a slow one.

It's the things you do for me. It's the way you make me feel. It's everything you are. You're my shining star. No matter where you are.

Fabian doesn't ask before he pulls me close to him, his arms around my waist. "You mind?" He asks, "If I hold you like this?"

"I-I," I begin to stutter. Just the feeling of his hands on my waist is reducing me to mush. "I can't dance slow like this."

He lifts me onto his feet, much like Edward in Twilight. It's brings us closer.

"Better?"

I nod because now I can barely speak.

And now you're in my life.

"You know," Fabian says, "You have really pretty eyes."

"Why are you so confident?" I ask as I lower my head to his shoulder, "We barely know each other. And I thought you were afraid of love."

"I said heartbreak."

"Fine. I thought you were afraid of heartbreak." I sigh.

"I didn't say afraid either. I said not worth dealing with." Fabian explained.

I feel the strength inside.

"Then why are you doing this?" I question, lifting my head up, "Or am I seeing this completely the wrong way?"

"You're not." He said, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "But, I'm confident that you're not the type to break my heart."

"I hope I'm not."

"I may not know you that well but, don't you believe in fate?" he asks.

"No." I mutter, "I'm terrified of fate.

No mountain seems so high, no river seems too wide.

"Why?" he presses his eye brows in.

"Fate killed my parents. I can't trust it." I shake my head.

"Then how about… destiny?" he asks.

I smile, "And what do you think of destiny Fabian?"

"I think," he said, pulling me closer if that's possible, "Destiny threw you into me at the airport. Then destiny brought you back to me at UCL. It was meant to be Nina. How can I deny that, no matter how afraid or whatever I am of heartbreak?"

And now you're by my side.

I didn't know how to respond to that. But I didn't have to, he spoke for me.

"Nina." He said, "If you're okay with it, I'm going to kiss you now."

All I can do was nod as we fell into each other. I couldn't keep in the emotion I felt as he lifted me completely off the ground, taking control of the kiss.

You're the best thing in my life.

He slowly put my feet back on the ground. I craved more and more of him. But his eyes were staring at me, so caringly and basically saying that he was about to tell me something else.

"You and I…" he says quietly as the song ends and a new one comes on. I'm still too under his spell to know what it is, "It's like a dream isn't it?"

"If this was a dream I think I'd cry when I woke up." I muttered.

"Then never wake up Nina."

The rest of the night went fast. Fabian danced badly a lot, not really caring about what anyone said. We were dating, even if we never got a date. Unless you counted this. The next morning everyone was seated at the breakfast table, as usual.

"Nina, can you get the OJ?" Eddie asked.

"That's always Fabian's job, where is he?" Patricia comments, seeing that there was only the three of us there and the paper that was delivered through the mail slot every morning still sat on the doormat. Fabian was the only one who ever read it.

"He's asleep." Eddie replied, "When we got home last night he couldn't stop coughing the whole night. I could hear it all the way from my room. Kept him up all night."

"Poor Fabian." I sympathized. I grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and placed it on the table, pouring a glass for Fabian and placing it on his night stand.

Saturdays were our lazy days. Friday was always busy. We had classes, than we went to the gym, and mostly likely go out. Sundays were reserved for studying and doing any homework or projects. Sometimes just the four of us went to dinner or lunch at a local diner if we're in the mood.

"So, you had a lovely night last night. Didn't you Neens?" Eddie smirked.

"Yes, I did." I shrugged, "Did you? You and Patricia danced all night."

"We had a great time." Eddie smiled, "And we're going out tonight so you and Mr. Wonderful have to fend for yourselves."

"Where you going?"

"We haven't figured that out yet…" Patricia said slowly.

"Sounds awesome." I smiled, "We'll be okay on our own."

"Oh we know you will."

Fabian chose that moment to walk in, fully awake.

"You look better man." Eddie commented.

"I feel better." Fabian shrugged, "Someone left a glass of orange juice on my night stand." He sat at his usual seat, next to me.

"You're welcome." I smiled.

"I should have figured it was you." He said with a grin.

"Eddie and Patricia are going out tonight." I told him, "What do you want to do?"

"I may have something planned…"

"Of course you do."

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