"I gotta watch you walk in the room baby, I gotta watch you walk out. I like the animal way you move and when you talk I just watch your mouth. See I remember the way that we touch I wish I didn't like it so much. I get so emotional baby, every time I think of you. I get so emotional baby, ain't it shocking what love can do?"

-Whitney Houston, So Emotional

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis.
Dedication: To the families of the people who lost their lives in the massacre at the dark knight showing.

"Hey Neens?"

I turn toward Fabian, who's staring at me expectantly. "Yeah?"

He jumps off his chair and gets down on one knee, "I love you."

I jump, sitting up in my beach chair.

"Are you alright Nina?" I hear Fabian say from behind me, still firmly seated in his beach chair.

Okay. Just a dream. Shit.

"Yeah, just a bit of an overwhelming and completely unrealistic dream." I say, shaking my head

and laying back down on my chair.

I haven't done a lot of thinking about this. About the possibility that Amber and Patricia are right. That Fabian is -dare I say it- my soulmate? That one day he will be crawling back to me. Is it even possible? After all the things I said to him that day at the gala... Could he ever love me? Did he ever love me? Or are we both meant to be with someone else? I try to think that, but it's weird. I can't even see myself any other way buy with him.

"Fabian?"

"Yeah, Nina?"

I take a breath, "If you could do anything right now, and I mean anything, what would you do?"

Fabian sits up, taking in another breath. "If I told you then I'd have to kill you."

I glare at my friend, "Come on!" I plead, "Tell me!"

He gives me a sideways smirk them opens his mouth to speak again, "You wanna go get some ice cream?"

I cross my hands over my chest, "If I go, you have to tell me."

"Why don't you tell me first?" Fabian asks when we're on the line for ice cream.

"Because I asked first!"

"I asked second." he says with a smirk only Eddie or Patricia could possibly pull off. But he managed to.

I narrow my eyes, "I'd go surfing again."

"Again?"

"Mint chocolate chip for me and cookie dough for my friend." I tell the man behind the counter.

"You remember my order?" Fabian questions.

"How many times did you take me for ice cream during the five months we were together?" I say slyly.

"Well how do you know I didn't want to switch it up?" he smirks.

I lift and eyebrow, "Did you?"

His gaze drops to the floor, "No."

I nod in satisfaction and take the ice creams from guy. Fabian paid for both despite my protests, then we began to walk through the garden. It was full of real flowers and the ground was actually real dirt and grass.

"You never answered my question," Fabian tells me.

"Did you ever answer mine?" I laugh.

"Come on, finish your answer!"

"I used to surf when Eddie and I went to my uncles beach house in California. He actually owns the house we live in. He got Eddie and I surf instructors and stuff, but we never competed or anything. Then I fell off the board and snapped my ankle on a rock. I've been scared to get on a board ever since." I sighed, "I've tried to get back on when Eddie does, but I chicken out."

"Well I hope you do someday." Fabian smiles.

"Thanks." I say, "Your turn."

Fabian sighs, "Come on." he takes my hand and we finish of our ice cream as he pulls me to a secluded area of the garden.

"Nina," he says, "You wanna know what I'd do if I could do anything?"

I nod, almost seeing what was coming. He leans in and we meet in the middle. It's slow, like a

teenagers first kiss, but then breaks into a starving kiss. Both of us working to make up for the kisses we missed out on over the past months. I see flashbacks in my head of our relationship.

Almost like a movie.

"I'll never fall in love," Fabian shrugs, "The risk of heartbreak is too high."

"So," Fabian breaks the silence, "We were all gonna do something tonight. You know, dinner maybe go dancing. Because Jerome here wanted to ask someone something."

"You're not," he says pushing a strand of hair behind me ear, "But, I'm confident your not the type to break my heart."

"Forever?"

"And always."

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

"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."

"I have to tell Fabian how I feel. Or I'll lose him, won't I?" I told him.

"You don't know?" I laugh bitterly as tears form in my eyes, "No, I don't know Fabian! I don't know what you thought this would be. If you can't say I love you, then we have no future together. But, the worst part is the only person I can see myself with is you! And you don't even love me!"

I remember that night at the gala and my eyes snap open. I lose all feeling in my body except for the places where Fabian's lips had been. I grow strong and push him off me, "Fabian stop!"

"Nina," his voice is pleading and his hand rests on my cheek. I recoil away from his touch, but he's persistent. He moves his hand to my knee and moves my gaze to meet his. "I was wrong and stupid at the gala," at his mention of that night, I avert my eyes from his again. He gives up on looking me in the eyes and continues, "I want to be with you."

"Do you think I want to be with someone who doesn't love me?" I shout, bringing my gaze to his again, "I am not putting myself through that again! You were afraid of having your heart broken, Fabian? Well you broke mine first."

"Nina, you won't have to be with someone who doesn't love you." he says, "What would you say if I told you I love you?"

"I'd say you're a liar."

"But what if I'm not? What then?" he's gripping my hand tight, but lose enough for me to let go and run.

"I'd say you have to prove it." I tell him.

"Nina." he says, "I love you."

"Prove it." I whisper, then run off leaving him stunned.

"Nina!" he calls after me, "I love you!"

"I want you to prove it. I'm not giving you my heart again until you do."

I know I'm the liar there. Because he still has my heart. But he doesn't have to know that.

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