No Author Note? This Is Odd. =/ I Don't Like It. So I'll Ramble On About How I Sit In The Drivers Ed Car In The Backseat With Stephen. And Our Hands Rub Together By Accident And Our Legs Touch From The Hips To The Feet. 3 Stupid Boy. Even Eighty Year Old Mister Al, Knows I Like You. ARE YOU THAT BLIND?

Now To The Story (Since I'm Sure My Love Life Is The Last Reason You Clicked On This Story. =D)

Fabian's Point Of View.

As Soon As We Stepped Into The Hotel Lobby, Nina Came To A Stop. Turning To Her, I Put A Look Of Confusion Onto My Face. Seeing It, She Quickly Said, 'It's Just… So Pretty!'

Just Like You. Curse You Brain. If I'm Going To Be Spending The Next Week Stuck In A Hotel Room With Her-All Alone-Every Night, Then These Thoughts Need To Stop. 'Yeah. It Is Really Beautiful In Here. It's So Big Too.'

There Was Something In Her Eye. A Tear? Dust? It Almost Looked Like Her Eyes Were Sparkling More Than Normal. Letting Go Of Her Hand, I Worked Up To Courage And Stood Behind Her, Putting My Hands On Her Hips. She Let Out A Small Gasp At My Unexpected Hands, Then Leaned Back A Little-So That Her Body Was Resting On Mine, And Her Head Laying Against My Shoulder. 'Fabes? Are You Sure We Can Only Stay Here For A Week?'

'Well… If You're A Good Girl, Santa Might Bring You Here Again For Christmas. That Is If You Still Believe In Him.'

'Hmmm… Or My Awesome Husband Can Bring Me Here For Our One Year Anniversary? You Know, Since I'm Such A Good Wife.' My Laughs Shook My Body, As Well As Hers. The Joke Still Teases Me. All The Nights I Spent Dreaming Of Nina And I Living Together, And Getting Married. Maybe Even Having Kids. I Often Still Worry About Her Not Liking Me, But If She Didn't Like Me, Then Why Would We Be Standing This Close? In A Pose Only Couples Pull. She Must Like Me, Probably Not As Much As I Like Her, But At Least Enough That She's Letting Me Touch Her, And In A Way A Boy Touches His Girlfriend. Oh Just How Much I Wish I Could Touch Her More. No, Not In The Perverted Way, But As In How I Wish I Knew What Her Lips Tasted Like… How They'd Feel Against Mine… How Her Small, Delicate Hands Would Feel-One Curled In My Hair, One On My Neck-Pulling Me Closer To Her As We Kiss… Hmmm… Opps, Getting Distracted, I Squeezed Her Hips A Little Tighter Than I Was Already Doing. She Let Out A Small 'Eeeppp!' And Turned To Me.

'Trying To Squish Me To Death?'

I Tried To Laugh, But The Thoughts Still Haunted My Mind-Telling Me That Nina Was Off Limits, At Least Till The Mystery Was Over. Any Romantic Things She Did Right Now, She Wasn't In Control Of Them. She Was Grieving. Gosh Fabian. You're Supposed To Be There For Her, As A FRIEND! Friend, Not A Boyfriend, But A Friend! She's Emotionally Unstable Right Now. She Just Lost Sarah. Don't Screw Things Up, So She Has To Lose You-As A Friend-Too. Pull Away, And Check In. Don't Do Anything Stupid. For The Love Of Pete, If You Screw This Up, You'll Regret It!

'Nina? Let's Go Check In.' Reluctantly Removing My Hands From Her Waist, I Tried To Ignore The Look Of Sadness Spreading Across Her Face. I Walked Towards The Black And Red Counter, And She Followed, A Good Five Feet Behind. I Rang The Bell, And A Small, Petite Girl Turned To Us.

'Hello? How Can I Help You?' Her Voice Was Like Angels Screaming In Pain. Her Dark Blue Eyes Shined As Her Gaze Traveled Over My Body. And I Must Admit, Mine Did The Same To Her. Boy, She Was A Horrible Sight. Wearing A Too-Tight-Too-Short Skirt And the same Goes For The Tube Top. Apparently Dress Codes Didn't Matter Around Here. Her Face Was So Made Up, She Looked Faker Than Barbie. Some Nasty Words Came To My Head-That My Mother Wouldn't Approve Of-That Could Be Used To Describe Her. Her Blonde, Wavy Hair Was Pulled Back Into A Ponytail. Her Smile Reminded Me So Much Of Someone… Who's Name I Could Not Recall.

'Hello. We're Here To Check In,' Nina Spoke From Behind Me. Pushing Me Out Of The Way So That She Could Talk To The Girl Directly, Without Me Blocking Her. 'The Name Is Rutter. Nina And Fabian Rutter.'

The Service Girl Looked At Her, Than Me. 'You Two Siblings? You Look Nothing Alike.'

Nina Shook Her Head, And Laughed. 'Nope. We Are Not Siblings. Nor Are We Cousins. We're Not Related By Blood At All. It's By Marriage.' A Smile Spreading To Her Lips Before She Continued, 'Can We Please Have Our Room Number, Now?'

The Service Girl Smiled, 'Of Corse, Ma'am. Here You Go, Room Two Hundred And Eighty Three. Here's Your Key. Just Go To The Elevators And The Bell Boy Will Attend You From There.' Turning To Me, She Added, 'My Name's Jessica. If You Need Any Help, Be Sure To Give Me A Call. Here's My Number. Okay?' Slipping Me A Sheet Of Paper Before She Turned To Help Another Customer.

Nina Grabbed My Hand And Yanked Me To The Elevator. 'You Can Put Your Eyeballs Back Into Your Head. And Close Your Mouth While You're At It. She Wasn't That Pretty.' Apparently The Elevator Wasn't Coming Fast Enough, Nina Started Tapping Her Foot Impatiently, And Muttering Under Her Breath. 'Stupid-Arrogant-Jerk-No Good-He Doesn't-Not Like Her.' Only Catching Pieces Of It, I Could Still Understand What Was Going On. Nina Was Jealous. Nina Was Jealous Of Jessica. Nina Thought I Liked Jessica-Who In Honest Truth-Made Me Vomit In My Mouth. She Had To Use So Much Make Up, And Too Little Clothing, To Be One-Hundredth Of The Beauty Nina Held Naturally.

'Nina? Calm Down.' My Voice Was Softer Than Normal. I've Never Seen Nina This Angry Before. Not Even When Patricia Poured Water All Over Her. Or Even When Jerome Gave The Puzzle Piece To Rufus. She Was Furious, And I'm Pretty Sure She Wouldn't Calm Down For A While.

'Fabian. I. Am. Calm.' The Elevator's Doors Sprung Open And Nina Automatically Jumped In. 'Room Two-Hundred-Eighty-Three.' I Scarcely Had Time To Step In Before The Doors Slammed Together. The Elevator Ride, And The Walk To The Room, Were Spent In Awkward Silence. Even The Bell Boy Looked Unsure Of What To Say, So He Said Nothing. As Soon As We Reached The Hotel Door, I Grabbed The Key From Her, And Held My Hand On The Door, Keeping It Shut.

'Nina, Will You Ever Talk To Me?' She Shook Her Head, A Simple No. I Turned Unlocked The Door, And Let Her Walk In. Not Even Getting In The Door Myself, Before I Heard Her Gasp. 'Nina? What's Wrong?' Scanning My Eyes Over The Room, I Quickly Saw What She Saw. Two Bodies, One Bed.