So, this is one of the last chapters of House of Talent D'=. But, I am considering a sequel, but only if you guys feel like there should be one. So, tell me in a private message or a review. Also, if there is to be a sequel, give me a plot idea. If I go with your plot, I will dedicate the sequel to you. So, please send in your ideas!
Fabian (the next school year)
I was sitting in a cab, awaiting my arrival at Anubis house. I hadn't had contact with any of the house members, so I didn't know if Nina was coming back, or whether she had been successful with her recording deal. I hoped hard she would be there, so I could still have a chance to redeem myself in her eyes.
The driver stopped in front of the old house, which looked like it should belong in a painting. I stepped out and paid him, and took my two plaid suitcases into my home for the year.
When I stepped in, I listened for Amber's squealing or Alfie's babble about aliens, even Joy's obsessive about Robert Pattinson conversation with Patricia. But, all I could hear was Trudy's feet shuffling around the kitchen, no doubt preparing chocolate chip cookies for our arrival treat.
I quietly opened the door of my old room, and snuck in. Eddie's and Mick's beds were empty; they must not have arrived yet. I plopped my worn suitcases on my old bed, and took out my phone. I hit redial, and the phone tried to connect. But, I got the same answer I always did: 'This is Nina Martin's phone! Please, if it's an important message, leave it after the tone!' I sighed, and dropped the piece of useless metal onto the navy blue bedspread. I knew I would get that, just like I had all summer; I just needed to hear her cute accent, the way she sounded so uplifting, even if she wasn't directly talking to me.
I wondered what she was doing. Was she riding to Anubis? Not likely, since we all hurt her beyond repair. Was she with her gran? Was her gran even alive? I threw my pillow across the room angrily. If I didn't even know how the hell she was, how could I convince her I loved and cared about her?
"Why are you so angry?" A voice in the same accent Nina had asked. Even the voice was deep, I looked up hopefully. I sighed when I saw Eddie standing there in the doorway, holding a duffel bag and a suitcase in his hands. "Nina…" I muttered. Eddie nodded, as if expecting that, and put his stuff on the middle bed. "Have you…?" I started off, but stopped when I saw Eddie's expression. "Sorry, Fabian," he said. "I only feel her if she's in trouble." Well, at least she wasn't dead. But the problem was, where was she?
A heard a huge squeal and knew that Amber had come in. I peeked out to see about five oversized hot pink suitcases blocking my view. Apparently, it didn't obstruct Amber's view, because she exclaimed, "FABIAN!" and toppled me with a big hug. I heard footsteps in the foyer, and heard an alien-obsessed voice say, "Amber, if you expect me to carry all those-"Amber rolled her eyes and took me out of her internally bruising hug, and picked up two of the bags easily. "Of course not!" She said, skipping up the stairs. Alfie shrugged and tried to pick up one of the bags. He couldn't lift it off the ground.
*Line Break*
After everyone arrived, I and Nina got back together. NOT. She hadn't shown up. I was sitting in the living room with Amber, Alfie, Eddie, and Patricia, absentmindedly munching on a cookie while listening to the antique radio that Amber had turned on to a pop station. The announcer came back on after a ton of commercials, saying that a new singer had come in with a single. I waited as a piano played a simple melody, and then someone started singing:
It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
And if I'm not the best then you're stuck.
I tried to sever ties and I
Ended up with wounds to bind
Like you're pouring salt in my cuts.
I choked on my cookie. That singer sounded extremely familiar…I started coughing at the next line.
And I just ran out of Band-Aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage,
You never really can fix a heart.
After I realized the text message was a fake one that Joy had wrote, I snuck up to Nina and Amber's room to see if there was something that Nina liked that I could get her more of, and I came across her songbook. In it was this song.
Even though I know it's wrong,
How could I be so sure?
If you never say what you feel, feel
I must've held your hand so tight
You didn't have the will to fight
I guess you needed more time to heal
Yep, it was definitely Nina singing. She had actually gotten a song in the top 40. I just froze. Now the room had quieted down, and Amber was staring at the radio in shock.
Baby, I just ran out of Band-Aids,
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage,
You never really can fix a heart.
Alfie was the first one to break the silence. "Nina…is…amazing!" He stage whispered, and got up and started waltzing with Amber, who was too in shock to fight him off.
Oooh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yeah
Oooh, ohhh, oh, oh, yeah.
You must be a miracle worker
Swearing up and down you can fix
What's been broken, yeah.
Please don't get my hopes up, no, no
Baby, tell me how could you be so cruel?
Eddie just shook his head, smiling. I guess he was okay with it, since it wasn't a song about him.
It's like you're pouring salt on my cuts.
Baby I just ran out of Band-Aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage,
You never really can fix a heart.
Amber had apparently gotten out of her stupor, because she yelled so loud that China could hear her, "NINA'S SONG IS ON THE RADIO! GET DOWN HERE!"
Baby I just ran out of Band-Aids
I don't even know where to start
'Cause you can bandage the damage,
You never really can fix a heart.
Mara, Jerome, Mick and Joy rushed in. "She's singing," Amber said, pointing at the radio.
Oh no, no, no.
You never really can fix a heart.
You never really can fix a heart.
Mara stared at the radio like it was taped with a failing grade she had gotten, Jerome shook his head and laughed, and Mick and Joy started waltzing like Amber and Alfie.
Ohhh, oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
You never really can fix my heart.
I felt so…I don't know. How are you supposed to react when your ex's song about how she was heartbroken about our breakup made her famous? I was proud of her, though. She made it. She truly made it.
I love Demi Lovato's 'Fix a Heart.' I WISH I owned it.
~ChocoAwesomeness~