Okay, heres the next, very sad chappy. THE FIGHT! Dun, dun, dah!

Don't own hoa or mine.

And I remember that fight

Two-thirty AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Nina's POV

"Okay, you're only silent when you're pissed at me." Fabian spoke in the elevator.

"Oh, you finally caught my hint dipstick!" I shouted.

"What did I do this time?" he asked.

"I think you know." I said.

I stepped out of the elevator and unlocked the door.

"I don't." Fabian told me as we walked into the apartment.

"Oh, please do I have to spell it out for you?" I yelled.

"I guess so!" he shouted.

"Okay, you spent the whole freaking night with Joy! Talking, dancing, laughing! I'm not the kind of girl who is very possessive of her boyfriend, but you not even having one dance with me is taking it to a whole new level." I screamed.

"Oh my god!" he said, "Why do you turn everything into a problem?"

"I do not!" I shouted.

"Yes you do! Like two years ago! You stormed out all pissed, you are such a drama queen!" he yelled.

"I'm am not a drama queen!" I screamed.

"You know you are! I think you are just upset that I happened to date any other girl before you. Seeing all our fights are about her!" I yelled.

"I am not upset that you dated other people! I know you dated other people! And newsflash, I did too!" I told him. Jerome open the door behind him but I didn't notice at the moment, "It's only because last time, you freaking lied about dating her!"

"I didn't lie! I just didn't tell you!" he shouted.

"No, Fabian you lied. You lied to my face! I asked you if you ever dated her and you said, nope!" I yelled.

"Oh my god," he said putting both his hands through his hair, "I can't believe I am fighting with you at two thirty in the freaking morning."

"Um." Jerome said. "Nina, you left your purse at the reception."

I grabbed it from him while Fabian shouted, "You were in such a freaking rush to get out of there you left your purse. Nice move, jealous girl."

"I am not jealous of Joy!" I yelled, "I'm mad that you didn't even look at me that whole night!"

I grabbed a bag out of the closet and threw whatever I could fit in it.

"Where the hell do you think you're gonna go, Nina?" he yelled in a lower voice.

"Anywhere but here." I said grabbing a picture of the mantle. It was me and Fabian. I tossed it back allowing the glass to shatter.

"Nina, stop." He said running to me and taking things out of the bag.

"Stop what Fabian," I cried, "Stop pretending that this was ever gonna work? That we would really live happily ever after? Fabian, you and I both knew this was never going to last. I'm done. I'm so done Fabian."

"Nina, no! We can make it last!" he said.

"Fabian, no." I whispered, "I can't do this anymore. It's just not working. You can say that it is but, while you were dancing with Joy, I was remembering everything. I just can't do it anymore, Fabian. It's over."

"You know when Joy broke it off with me," he said, "It hurt. But, Nina this is so much worse."

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay here." I told him.

I grabbed the bag, and got in the elevator. As the door closed I saw Fabian try and get to the elevator.

But he missed it.

I got in the car and drove away. I saw Fabian follow me into the street from behind. But it was too late.

I was gone.

I pulled into the first hotel I saw.

After I checked in, I told the lady to do something.

"If a Fabian Rutter calls or arrives here looking for me please tell him I'm not here. Alert everyone else please."

I took my room key and went to my room, I sobbed for a good three hours. Before I knew it, it was morning and I was asleep on the floor.

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing.

Jerome.

I picked it up.

"Hell." I couldn't put the 'o' on the end of that word because my life was hell at the moment.

"Nina! Finally." Jerome said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Where the hell are you?" he said.

"At a hotel." I told him.

"Fabian had been worried sick!" I hung up as I heard his name and burst into tears again. The hotel phone started to ring and I answered it.

"Hi, Ms. Martin. I have a Patricia Williamson and a Mara Jaffray here for you, may I send them up?" the receptionist asked.

"Yeah, you can send them up." I said. I put my pajamas on and looked through my bag for my snuggie. I found it, and went to get the door when I heard a knock.

They both hugged me before saying anything.

"I'll be right back." I said.

"Where are you going?" Mara asked.

"I want fuzzy socks." I said as I walked to the gift shop, in my pajamas and snuggie, and bought some fuzzy socks.

I got a pair of fuzzy socks from the gift shop and a mug and then I went to the café and got a hot chocolate.

I had the snuggie on like a robe so I could walk straight without tripping.

I was back in the room and poured the hot chocolate into the mug.

"Nina? Why?" Patricia asked.

"Because I don't like paper cups." I told them.

Then I sat by the computer and wrote an letter to myself.

Dear Idiot,

How could you be so stupid? You guarded your heart for so many years and you let some guy with nice hair and a great smile and strong arms come and take it? And for what? For a broken heart? And you've gone crazy too you're writing a letter to yourself. I guess it's a way to vent. Whatever, I'm done writing!

I crumbled the paper and threw it across the room.

Mara picked it up and started to read with Patricia doing the same from over her shoulder.

"Nina, you are not an idiot! You know he loves you and you love him!" Patricia said.

"So?" I asked sipping the hot chocolate.

"So, go back to him! He says he's sorry!"

"I'm sorry I ever met him." I said staring at the wall and drinking more hot chocolate.

Okay, so chap 9 is what Fabian is doing during all this. It's a special, but you still need to read it.