"Grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window."

-Kelly Clarkson, Breakaway

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis
Dedication: To my protégé who will be very mad at me when she finds out that I lied to her about what's gonna happen in this story so she stops asking for the ending! :P

Rain poured down in New York the day we were supposed to return to England. Eddie and I sat in the boarding area for hours after the plane was supposed to take off. The lady at the desk kept saying that we would be leaving as soon as the rain stopped. She said that once every hour for six hours. Eddie and I took turns sleeping on each other. Every time I fell asleep, I dreamed of Fabian and what it would have been like if he'd seen the letter I wrote him. Would he believe it?

In one dream he believed me and we kissed, with the entire airport applauding around us. Then they announced it over the loudspeaker. That was probably the most far-fetched. Another had him throwing it back in my face. Another, he thanked me and prompted threw up in it.

Yeah. Let's just say, some weren't enjoyable.

Eddie woke me and hour later and told me that they announced that the flight had been rescheduled to tomorrow at one in the afternoon. I nodded and he went to call Patricia. I decided to call Fabian.

Hey it's me, you know what to do.

I heard the beep and began to speak, "Hey it's me. But you probably know that from the caller ID. My… I mean, Eddie and me… our flight was cancelled from the rain and we're coming back tomorrow. So, uh- fuck this. I miss you Fabian. I hate that fact that we didn't call or write or anything after you left this summer. I get that we split and whatever but, I miss you. And I've been stupid. But if you're going to sit back and torture me then fine. But tell me how you feel, damn it! Guys don't do that! Do you hate me or do you-" I was cut off by another beep, letting me know that I didn't have any more time to record a message.

Eddie and I left for the airport the next day, and boarded the plane with ease. But, we had to circle around for two hours because there was rain in England now and we couldn't land. Soon enough we did, at around eight at night (America time). By the time our luggage got to us, it was eight forty-five (thank you, British Airlines for putting our luggage on last!) and we were both pretty exhausted. We got to the apartment at around nine thirty (again, American time). The world was quiet, since it was about two in the morning here.

Everyone was quietly asleep, so Eddie and I left our suitcases on the floor in the living room and headed to our rooms. And we slept until two in the afternoon.

Eddie was the first to wake up, since when I enter the kitchen the next day he was already there as was Patricia and Fabian.

"Wow Nina, jetlag is a good look for you," Fabian said, stifling a small laugh. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, seeing my hair completely messed up and black make-up smeared under my eyes. I flip Fabian the finger and put bread in the toaster.

"Moody much?" he asked.

"Jerky much?" I retort.

Fabian puts his hands up in surrender and moves to the couch.

"So," Patricia said trying to break the tension, "Ready for our second year of college?"

The next day, I have Mr. Winkler again, and Fabian in my class. This time, he's teaching chemistry 2 and again pairs us up.

"Fabian Rutter and Amber Millington here." He says, pointing to the first desk. Then at the next, "Nina Martin and Giles Winner-Freston." (if I remember correctly, that's his last name, but correct me if I'm wrong!) I sigh and move over to that table.

The guy (Giles) looks surprisingly like Fabian. Same dark shaggy hair, but there's something missing.

"Hi, I'm Giles. I'm new. Do you think you can show me around sometime?" he asked with a cocky smile.

Well that was straightforward.

"I'm Nina," I say, looking with my eyes at the table next to me, where Fabian is watching intently. I pretend not to notice and smile, "And I think I can. Anytime."

Fabian wants to play the jerk, I can play the flirt.

Later that day, Giles and I walk along the edges of the campus, our hands close. I showed him around most of campus and he was just walking along with me, when he grabs me and kisses me.

That's when I spot Fabian walking away.

"Fabian, wait!" I shout, breaking away and leaving Giles confused behind me.

"Wait for what?" Fabian yells, still walking. He starts running in the direction of the house and I run after him, but he's fast. He makes it before me and I open the door after he shuts it in my face and race to his room, where he's throwing his stuff in a suitcase.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Playing tennis, what does it look like I'm doing?" he shouts, throwing more stuff (dedication to you if you tell me who said that!) "I'm out of here. I'm not going to sit here and take this. You know, after that voicemail you left me, decided to talk to Eddie before I do anything. And he gave me this." He holds up the barf bag and sighs, "So, I say to myself who the hell am I kidding? I love this girl. Then, I go to look for you and you're kissing another guy."

"Where the hell are you gonna go?" I ask.

"I don't know yet." He sighed, "Maybe I'll get a dorm. I've got the money saved. Then I'll look for an apartment of my own."

I feel tears sliding down my cheeks, "Please."

"I'm doing this for more than just that I saw you with another guy," Fabian sighs, "I'm doing this because I think we both need a little space from each other."

"Fine." I say crossing my arms, tears still spilling, "But don't expect me to come after you." I wipe my tears and walk out, where Eddie and Patricia are sitting wrapped up in each other.

"Hey!" Eddie shouts with a smile, "Is Fabian back together?"

"He's moving out," I say with a sniff, "And I'm going home."

"You are home." Eddie said, questionable.

"No." I tell him, "Home in America."

Oooh! Cliffy! It was short, but this was the little bit of story that inspired me to write the first experience. We are nearing the end of this story, probably the three or four more chapters :( it was awesome to write this one. I'd also like to remind everyone that there are flamers still out there and if they ever have a problem with one, PM ME! I know how to handle them. OK? Good.