"I don't want a lot for Christmas; there is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own. More than you can ever know. Make my wish come true. All I want for Christmas is you."

-Mariah Carey, All I Want for Christmas Is You

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis
Dedication: For my protégé, who will remain nameless. She's always in my heart, I love her to death! She is perfect in every way! Even though you don't know her name now, you will in a few years when you find her name on the New York Times Bestseller List :)

"Amber," I say as the she, Patricia, and I walk through the streets of London on Christmas day, "How long did it take before Mick told you that he loved you?"

"A day."

"What?"

"Yeah." Amber smiled, "I know. You see, we'd dated when we were freshman for about a year. But, we were freshman, it wasn't very real. It ended terribly after some stupid fight and we both went home from our boarding school for holiday. Then, when we got back we were ignoring each other… then something weird happened."

"What?" Patricia asked a moment later, since Amber had stopped talking to take a sip of her hot cocoa we'd just picked up from a small coffee shop.

"Oh sorry!" Amber smiled, "Well, a song came on the radio around Christmas. You guys ever hear the song Last Christmas? By Wham?"

"Yeah, of course." I said, as Patricia shrugged and answered with "Maybe."

"Well, it came on and with both realized something. We didn't want to give our hearts to anyone else and we both just started groveling. At the end of the night, he told me he loved me."

"Wow." I muttered.

"Why do you ask?" Amber wondered out loud, looking toward me.

"Well…" I sighed.

"You love him don't you?" Patricia smiled, catching on faster than Amber could.

"Yes!" I groaned, "I completely, utterly, head over heels, heels over head, thinking of our future together in love!"

"Aww, Neens!" Amber cooed as I tightened my jacket around me, "Why don't you tell him?"

"Because," I sighed, turning a corner and taking a sip from my coffee, "You know how he is. The day I met him, he told me he'd never fall in love. If I tell him I love him, and he doesn't love me back, our entire relationship is screwed. Besides, we've only been dating for a month or so. It'd just be going too fast."

"Nina," Patricia said, "I may not be a relationship guru like Princess Pink over here, but I am your best friend. I know you, even if we haven't known each other for long. Fabian's it for you."

"I'm her best friend too!" Amber argued.

"Amber, you're her best friend." Patricia stated, "I'm like her sister. Now shut up."

"Okay. I can do that."

"Patricia." I muttered, "I know you're right. It's just all I want for Christmas, is for him to say I love you. But he won't."

"I live with the idiot too, remember?" Patricia smiled, "I know how he is. He's just shy, he'll come around."

Nina gave a small smile.

"Wait." Amber said, "Patricia, there's something else wrong here."

"Yeah." Patricia agreed, "Nina, what aren't you telling us? Is there something else wrong with your relationship?"

"There's nothing wrong in particular. At least he doesn't know there is… Unless he does and he's just waiting for the right moment to break up with me." I panicked.

"I'm confused." Patricia said. "What's going on?"

I sighed. I knew I would eventually tell them. "I think Fabian's too good for me."

Patricia opened her mouth to reply, but Amber held up a hand. "Patricia, don't say anything." Amber face was completely expressionless as she stared straight in front of her. "I'll handle this."

Amber walked up to me, smiled and whacked me upside the head with her purse.

"Ouch!" I shouted holding the back of my head.

"Nina Martin if I ever hear that from your mouth again I will have to hit you harder." Amber said. Her face was hard as stone and her voice was serious as a heart attack.

"Ouch!" I said again, "What the hell was in there?"

"Nina, what do you keep in your purse?" Amber asked. "I probably have the same stuff."

"I do not keep bricks in my purse!"

"There are no bricks in here!" Amber argued, she opened her purse and began listing off the items, "See? Wallet, make-up, tampons-"

"Okay, Amber!" Patricia cut her off, "I think we've heard enough."

"That really hurt!" I said, still holding the back of my head.

"What happened, Neens?" Fabian's voice interrupted the conversation. *** see bottom of page for details.

"I was walking out of the café and the door was closing too fast. It hit me in the back of the head." I covered.

"Bloody hell, you've got a huge bump." Fabian said, his hand on my head. "I was just coming to collect you so we can go to my parents. Oh Patricia, Eddie wants you to come now as well."

"Have fun guys!" Amber smiled, "Merry Christmas!"

"You okay?" Fabian asked me as he knocked on his parent's door. The house was grand. Extravagant. Completely over the top and fancy. So much larger than the house and a million times the size of the one story house I grew up in. "You seem a little tense."

"Nervous I guess." I said shakily.

"Don't worry about it." He said, his hand on my arm. "They'll love you."

If only you loved me.

"Fabian!" A tall, slender woman said in the doorway. "It's been months! How's school? You're always so vague on the telephone!"

"Schools great mum." Fabian laughs.

"Just as vague in person I see." She smiles, "And you must be Nina." I don't have time to say yes before she pulls me into a hug. "You are the only topic Fabian isn't so vague about! He could go on about you for hours-"

"Mum!" Fabian stops her, "Why don't we go inside?"

"Oh yes of course, sorry dear." His mum said, pulling away. "I'm Maria by the way."

"Nina." I say, then blush and laugh nervously, "But you already knew that."

Maria just smiles, "Why don't you meet everyone else?"

"Yes, mum, let's go." Fabian sighs as his mother begins to lead us out of the foyer. "Sorry about that." He whispers.

"She's great." I smile and peck his cheek quickly. He just smiles and slips his hand into mine.

We reach the sitting room, where Maria begins the introductions. "Nina, this is Fabian's older brother, Blaine and his wife Ana."

"Mate," Blaine says to Fabian when he shakes my hand, "She's as pretty as you described. How'd you get her, you dork?"

"Blaine!" Maria scolded.

"Calm down, mum, it was a joke." Blaine mutters as I laugh.

"Sorry about him, I'm Ana." His wife smiles pleasantly at me. I can tell her accent isn't British, it's Australian.

"Nina, nice to meet you." I say.

"What a lovely ring!" she exclaims. "Where on Earth did you get it?"

I see Fabian beaming out of the corner of my eye. "It was a gift."

"And this," Maria says pointing to a girl about eleven years old, seated on the couch. She's in a festive dress, her lips natural and her cheeks very red, which I get the feeling are natural too. "Is Rosie, Fabian's sister."

"It's a pleasure." She smiles.

"John, stand up and greet the girl." I hear Maria saying behind me as I brightly smile at Rosie.

I hear a grunt and I turn around, I see a man who could only be Fabian's father. His face is unreadable and I smile, sticking out my hand. "Hi, I'm Nina Martin."

"John Rutter." He says, his hands never leaving his sides. I drop my hand and back up a bit.

"So Nina." Blaine says as we all sit in the sitting room, the women holding glasses of wine, the man with beers, and Rosie with a soda. "What are you studying for?"

"Journalism. Or teaching." I say with a laugh, "I love writing and I think I want to teach it to kids."

"And you haven't decided?" John asks.

"No not yet." I say, "I'm leaning toward teaching though."

He grunts again. "What are your parents like? What do they do?"

I bow my head and Fabian's hand tightens its grip on mine.

"They, umm… they died when I was young." I muttered and Fabian began to rub my back.

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry." Maria sympathized.

"It's okay," I sighed, "It's was a long time ago."

"So you're an orphan?"

"Dad!" Fabian shouted. "You say it like it's a bad thing!"

"Well it's not a good thing." John said, setting down his beer bottle. "There's no inheritance in it for you. And judging by your… personality you don't have much money do you?"

I bow my head again.

"Dad what the fuck are you getting at?" Fabian shouted standing up.

"I'm getting back at the fact that my sons don't choose good women for themselves!" John shouted standing up as well. "Americans and Australians that don't have much money. Ana came from working at a bar! Who knows where you're new slut came from? A farm maybe?"

"John!" Maria screamed, "Sit down and shut up! I'm sorry Ana, Nina. Maybe it's best if you guys leave. Blaine, Fabian, can one of you take Rosie for the night."

"There's room in our place." I spoke, tears still flowing from my eyes, "Blaine and Ana, why don't you come? We can still do something."

"Ana, Nina, why don't you help Rosie pack a bag?" Blaine said.

"Okay." We answered together.

"He did that when he first met me." Ana said when we were in Rosie's room. She was choking back tears, "He yelled and screamed. But, Maria wasn't there to stop it that day. We thought he was over it."

"I remember." Rosie muttered, pulling out a small luggage with the cast of the Twilight Saga on it, "I told mum and he told her he was drunk."

Ana just shook her head and muttered something incoherent.

"How many days do I need to-"

"You have no right to say that about my girlfriend!"

"And Ana is my wife! Now and forever! There's nothing you and your screwed up head can do about it!"

"Boys, maybe it's best if you take you're partners and Rosie and leave. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that Nina." Rosie said. "You too Ana."

"It's okay." Ana sighed.

"Fabian, that girl is just the worst you can possibly do! You do realize that don't you?"

"Why don't you just stop?"

"Fabian, she's not even pretty!"

"STOP!"

"I knew I wasn't good enough for him." I muttered to myself.

"Okay, guys, make yourselves at home." Fabian said, "Rosie, I'll bring your stuff to your room."

"I'll come." I said.

Fabian and I walked to the guest room, and I shut the door. "Fabian?"

"Yeah, Neens?"

"He's right."

"Nina, no!" Fabian shouted, "Don't you dare listen to him!"

"But, I've been thinking it for a few days." I sighed. "I'm nothing, compared to you. You need someone with money and looks-"

"Nina, stop it right now!" he shouted, his hands on my arms, "Stop! I don't want to hear this bullshit! You are perfect."

"No." I cried, tears streaming from my eyes, "I'm nothing."

Fabian said nothing, but grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. He looked at me, his face soft and he whispered, "Can you feel that?"

"Your heartbeat?"

"Yes," he sighed, "It's beating for you. Don't think that you're not good enough. You're kind, good-hearted, and beautiful."

I let a few more tears slide down my face, before I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shoulder for a good ten minutes.

"Merry Christmas, Fabian."

"Merry Christmas, Nina."

Okay, the stars are for my contest. Whoever can tell me what other story I used to have Fabian pop up in Nina, Patricia, and Amber's conversations, you get the next dedication!

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