"When you look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me everything's all right. When you're right here by my side. When I hold you in my arms. I know that it's forever. I just gotta let you know. I never wanna let you go."

-Jonas Brothers, When You Look Me in the Eyes

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.
Dedication: Awesome-England for guessing correctly that the story where Fabian always pops in on Amber, Nina, and Patricia's conversations was Something Must Be Kept a Secret.

Dear Amber,

Do you know that author pieface98? Well, someone keeps reviewing her story The First Experience in a very… flamish way. Pieface98 excepts constructive criticism, but not flames. The guest reviewer is always getting angry and typing in all caps that the story updates too slowly and isn't worth the wait. Pieface98 has a life! She works and is trying to update as best as she can! If she updated every day, the story wouldn't be as good.

Well, the least her other readers can do is review right? I've spoken to pieface98 recently and she says that she loves all her readers, even if they don't review. She believes that if they read it, that's enough for her, but she likes to see reviews. She says it's a little extra love sent her way.

Hope all is well, Amber. I'll be back from my trip soon. Love you to pieces!

-Mick

Onto the real story!

January came and went. But, I guess that's what happens sometimes. Maria filed for divorce, which is pretty good for her I guess. When I see her now, she's happy. Either way, Fabian hasn't told me that he loves me and I haven't told him. Why? I have no idea.

"Nina." Mr. Winkler says from his desk as Fabian and I are packing up our stuff in Chemistry.

"Yes?"

"Can I see you please?"

"You go," I tell Fabian, "I'll meet to back later."

He gives me a small smile, then a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

I smile and walk towards my Professor's desk. "Yes sir?"

"Have you started to read The First Experience yet?" he asks.

"Sorry sir, but I haven't." I admit, "I've been meaning too, really! But, the work has just been a lot and I-"

"I was wrong." He began to mutter. "It wasn't the right time."

"Sorry?"

"She just wasn't ready. I should have waited."

"Professor?"

"She needed time to get to know him. I should have waited."

"JASON!" I shout.

"Sorry Nina." Jason said, finally snapped out of his babbling. "You'll have to go. I'm sorry. I'll explain everything soon enough."

For the strangest reason, something inside me begged me to believe him. So I did. I gave him one last look before walking out.

"Guys!" Eddie shouted, running toward Fabian, Patricia, and I on the couch, "I got it!"

"What?"

"That position for the Marketing team at Frobisher and Smyth's! They want to hire me as a junior executive for now, just to see how I do!" Eddie shouted excitedly, "I start next week, doing night shifts."

"Eddie that's amazing!" Patricia smiled, rapping her arms around Eddie.

"Thanks." He smiles, "There's a big gala for some account next month. You guys interested? To make sure the account does well and to get business, I get, like, a dozen tickets to give out. I'll need a beautiful," he turns to Patricia, "Smart, sort-of-friendly woman on my arm. No anybody?"

"I might."

"Amber," I say, "You know we can always buy dresses right?"

"I know, but they won't be as good as the ones I design."

"And, you know it's a month away don't you?" I ask.

"It will takes me a day to design a dress. I takes me a week to make it. I have to design one for you, Mara, and Patricia."

"What about you?" I press.

"I have one set aside."

"What do you mean?"

Amber sighs and sets down her sketchbook, "I have this dress design. It's a soft green, made of silk that falls to the floor. It's a sweetheart neckline, that's embroidered with some gems. There's a lot of sparkles at the top, as you go down the dress the sparkles lessen until you reach the bottom and there's barely any. I designed it a few months ago. I've been waiting for a chance to wear it."

"Where is it?"

"It's at my parent's house." She says, "My mum loved it. She said that a dress like that was worth… so much. So much more than anything she had. She said that… it was so special because I put my heart into it. She wanted to keep it safe for me."

"Wow, Amber." I smile.

She gives me a thousand watt smile and picks up her sketchbook again, "I incorporate you're personalities into a dress. I make it you. You'll never find a dress that matches your personality in a store Nina. And with… that… said… I'm done." She hands me her sketchbook. In huge bubble letters at the top, my name is written. Beneath it, is a dress. It looks like it's already come to life on the page. In a light purple color, the dress falls in a light way. It has a halter top, decorated with a few gems. The top was sparkling, while the skirt fell silkily to the floor. Amber had drawn a pair of gloves (also sparkling) with an arrow and suggested written in her neat cursive.

"Amber." I muttered, "It's amazing."

"Told you so."

"So," I say to Fabian as we sit down together to watch a movie. It didn't take long for us to get in our normal positions. Him sitting upright, his feet on the coffee table. Me with my head on his chest or stomach, legs over his. Today I went for the chest, his arm wrapped around me and pulling me closer. "You had fun this New Years?"

"You mean helping Rosie move her stuff to my mum's new place? Or yeah," he said sarcastically, "Loads."

"Good." I say snuggling closer. "What do you wanna do next New Years?"

"Well," he sighs, "When I was in Liverpool with my family, we used to always go to this thing they do by the river. Everyone got this firework thing, to pull at midnight. It was amazing, all the lights going off at once. But, there was a spot. A spot above it all, a bridge. I always wanted to go up there, to see how it looked at midnight. When all the lights went off and reflected in the river. My friends and I were the only ones who knew about it. I was never allowed to go up there though. My father banned me from going. Probably because it made me smile, and the only things that were allowed were ones that made me cry. Someday I'm gonna take you. I imagine it's extremely romantic. Just you and me, next New Years."

"Sounds like a plan." I say, and snuggle closer to him.

Okay, shorter than usual! But, cut me a little slack! Next chapter, you guys are going to figure out how the First Experience and Mr. Winkler fit into this! I want to hear your guesses guys! Also, when is Fabina going to say I love you? PREVIEW TIME!

"So… you mean… if I don't… he won't?"

"BLANK… history tends to repeat itself. And you know it's true."

"How did you know?"

"I told you, history tends to repeat itself."

GUESS GUYS!