Disclaimer: Nope, sadly, if you were looking for the owner of House of Anubis, you've come to the wrong fic.

Sorry this has taken a while/forever, lots of stuff has been happening and I haven't had a moment to myself until I went on vacation. Anyway, you probably don't read this, so on with the fic!

"Okay, so I have your disguises here. Fabian, you go to the second floor bathroom, yours is there," Amber directed, gesturing vaguely to the stairs. Nina watched him hurry up the stairs, and smiled slightly as he tripped near the top.

"Now, you, Miss. Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous, are with me." A slow, Cheshire grin spread across Amber's face. Nina's eyes widened as she took in her expression.

"Just don't terribly maim my girlfriend, Ambs!" They heard Fabian's voice from the second floor, and Amber giggled.

"Can't promise that!"

Amber dragged Nina to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

"And now, we begin!"

As Amber pulled Nina's hair gently, Nina began to think that it wasn't so bad, being made over by Amber, one of the world's leading supermodels.

"So how's it going with Alfie?" Nina asked, wincing slightly as Amber brushed out a particularly difficult tangle.

"It's wonderful! Is this how you feel with Fabian, like there's nothing you'd like to do more than just be with them, every second of the day? And how nothing seems to be happening when you look at him, even if you're on opposite sides of the room?" Amber hummed, a lovestruck look in her eyes. Nina paused for a beat.

"Yes," she said softly, "Yes it does." She shut her eyes, thinking about a life without Fabian. A tear slipped down her cheek. She hated, hated Joy. She was decent in Anubis, where she only glared at her once or twice. But now it seemed that there was something very, very wrong with her. Amber brushed the tear away lightly.

"Don't cry, Nina. I'm your best friend, I won't let anything happen to you," she murmured, applying her lipstick.

"Have you ever thought about taking up movie makeup as a second job?" Nina asked, and they laughed, sweet giggles floating through the air.

There was something wrong with this, Fabian thought. He walked into the room with a paper stuck to the mirror. He scanned it.

1. Put the clothes on, make sure not to wrinkle them.

He rolled his eyes. That sounded exactly like Amber. He slipped into the clothes. A plaid buttonup shirt and slightly worn jeans. It seemed fine.

2. Curl your hair using the curling iron.

Fabian blinked at the paper. He didn't know how to use a curling iron! That was always something Nina used. He stared at the beauty instruments that were laid on the bathroom table. Squinting, he attempted to name the things. Hairbrush, shampoo, conditioner… uh…

Growing up with two brothers did not teach you many things about beauty products.

"Maybe I'll just skip this step and come back to it later…" he muttered.

3. Put in the blue/green contacts.

Fabian smiled brightly. He could do that! Scanning the table for the contacts, he found the box and opened it. He picked one up, and pressed it in. He looked at himself in the mirror and burst out laughing. One brown eye, one blue/green eye. Like a bug! He shook his head, and pressed the second contact in.

4. Call Nina for help, as you probably don't know how to use a curling iron and decided to skip to the next step.

Fabian stared at the sheet, amazed.

"NINA!" he hollered, stumbling down the stairs. A girl with straight, red hair walked out of her bedroom, and hazel eyes met his.

"Amber warned me about this," she giggled. Fabian stared at her, speechless.

"Nina! You look… Irish!" He laughed.

"Maybe we'll ride a unicorn into a pot'o'gold!" she laughed as she sauntered into the bathroom.

"I'm just going to say it now, that was a horrible Irish accent," Fabian snickered, shutting the door behind him. Nina surveyed the table, and picked up the curling iron. She pushed him down so he was sitting on the side of the bathtub, and started curling his hair.

"And… done!" Nina announced proudly. Fabian stood up, looking at himself in the mirror.

"I look like a Jonas Brother," He said matter-of-factly. Nina rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, let's show Amber!" She said, and started opening the door. Suddenly, Amber snapped the door open.

"Hair, curled. Eyes, blue. Shirt and jeans, not wrinkled. Fabian, you did a pretty good job!" Amber said proudly.

"I'm not five!" Fabian said indignantly, "I'm a grown man, of course I can dress myself." The phone started ringing, Nina ran toward it. Putting it on speakerphone, she brought it to her ear.

"Nina?" She heard Jerome's voice on the other side.

"Jerome! Any news?"

"Yeah. Turn on your TV, set it to the news." Fabian switched the channel to the news.

"Victor Rodenmaar, 104, was found murdered in his workplace, the Anubis house, the boarding house of famous actress Nina Martin, musician Fabian Rutter and supermodel, Amber," The newscaster announced, "The main suspect is Joy Mercer, jailed for attempted murder of Nina Martin, currently on the loose."

"Wow," Nina breathed, "She really is serious about this." Fabian held her close, and took the phone from her.

"So what do we do?" He asked Jerome. He could almost see Jerome shrugging.

"We wait." The other end hung up, and Fabian put the phone down.

I apologize for the cliffhanger, but I can't help it. xD

Also, here's something you might wanna read. Sometime in December, I'll be starting a pretty big project. A House of Anubis related project, to be exact.

Guess what it is? (If you read Summer Bucket List plus the author notes, you'll probably know).