Hi! So, this is the last chapter of House of Talent. I know it's sad, but I have it planned, and I think it's a sweet ending. There might be a sequel…but only if you guys really want it. I also might have a Percy Jackson/House of Anubis crossover, and I said I'd do a one-shot for any couple that got the most votes on my poll. Here are the scores for now:
Joy and Fabian: 1 vote
Mara and Mick: 0 votes
Nina and Fabian: 6 votes
Patricia and Eddie: 5 votes
Jerome and Mara: 4 votes
Amber and Mick: 0 votes
Patricia and Jerome: 0 votes
Other: 0 votes
So, it looks like a Fabina one-shot is in order. But, the poll will be open…UNTIL FRIDAY! So, vote while you still can!
Nina (1 month later)
It took two weeks to convince Harris to ease up on my recordings. Then, I had to pack, and arrange to come back to Anubis house. Apparently I could still have my scholarship, but a bureaucratic mix up (again…sigh) happened, and that took another two weeks. Finally, I had to fly back to Marple first-class (Harris said that his biggest moneymaker couldn't go to business class) so here I am, standing in front of my loft, my two suitcases sitting between me and the door. I was allowed to keep it for summers, when I could put out more albums. I think Harris needs me.
I sigh, and push my brownish blonde hair behind my ear. I was wearing the outfit I had the first time I came there. I hope that they wouldn't hate me.
"Miss, your ride is here," Pierre said from behind me. I sighed, and rolled my suitcases slowly out of my loft.
"Bye, Henry," I told him in a dull voice as I walked out onto the bustling streets of London. I could feel his stare boring holes into my back, but I willed myself to not turn around. It wasn't that I wasn't happy to be back, but I'd become attached to my escape route from the real world, never believing I'd try and go back to my torture chamber willingly.
I hopped into the sleek limo without thinking, like I had for the past four months. As I sank into the warm leather seat, I was aware of the rectangle cutting into my thigh. I sighed, and took my phone from the front pocket of my shorts, and stared at it dejectedly. I'd missed fifteen more calls from Fabian. Every two days for the past month, and I still didn't get the courage to call him back. I sighed again. I'd been cutting all my friends off since I left. How could I expect them to welcome me back?
I scrolled through my contacts, wondering who I needed to text at the moment. Alfie? No, he'd think I was taken by aliens and drive me crazy. Patricia? She probably hates me. Jerome? Don't even think about it. Eddie? Maybe, but I wanted to just have a sympathetic person, a best friend. Like Amber! Without thinking twice, I clicked on her name, and typed the simplest message possible: Hi.
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Fabian
It was quiet at Anubis house. Alfie had broken up with Amber, Joy had become my best friend, and Patricia and Eddie went as strong as ever, as did Jerome and Mara.
I was listening to the radio and was reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, when a song came on.
Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight,
On this planet they call earth.
It was Nina. She was singing again.
You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,
Was she…talking about us? No, that's crazy…
But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
But…she never took a chance with us. Not once. Wait…maybe it was a signal to us.
I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?
What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
I'd say she's crazy, but I'd love her anyway.
And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.
So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.
Even if it wasn't a sign…I missed her. I mean, we both screwed up the relationship, and we were better off not talking, but I missed her anyway.
What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?
Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world
Maybe the song wasn't one she wrote, but she agreed to sing it. So, what did it mean? I was about to call to the others, when all of a sudden, I heard the loudest squeal in the history of squeals. Amber yelled from upstairs so loudly that I felt like my eardrums would burst, "NINA TEXTED ME!"
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Nina
I stared nervously out of the darkly tinted window, looking at the long wait at the airport terminal. I didn't have the greatest experiences with airports. The last time I was there, I was heartbroken and cold to the bone. Then, the time I flew to my brother's funeral to find out my Gran was deathly sick, then the time I came back and my ex-boyfriend was making out with my archenemy, and the time that I first flew to England after my parent's death, leaving my Gran and my brother waving to me…yeah.
I swallowed hard, and quietly stepped out of the limo. I stared at everyone, and took the handles of my suitcases with numb hands.
Pierre put a hand on my shoulder. I looked, and he was staring at me sadly. "I'll miss your company, Miss Martin," he said. That's when I broke, and sobbed into his Italian silk suit. "Ssshhh," he said comfortingly, patting my back. I tried to regain my composure, and tweaked his white rose that he kept on his lapel. "Don't tell Harris," I told him, and rolled my suitcases to the Airport security, keeping tears from overflowing.
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Amber
I sat in the sitting room, reading about Alexander Ludwig, the Abercrombie model who was Cato in the Hunger Games, (He's so hot, XD) meanwhile keeping a tab on my phone. I'd texted Nina over thirty minutes ago, and she still hadn't responded.
"Hey," Fabian said, sitting down with some thick book. "Nina hasn't texted back! It's 2:13, and she texted me at 1:49!" I whined. "Amber, she's busy," Fabian sighed. I knew he still liked her, but that he was trying to get over her.
My friendship with Patricia, Jerome, Alfie and Fabian had crumbled when Nina left. I and Mara were close, but Nina was my best friend forever. She probably hadn't texted me because she was busy. Right?
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Nina (Time lapse)
It was nighttime now. I was in a cab, going to Anubis house. All of a sudden, I remembered Amber. Sorry that I haven't texted anytime soon, I put, but I've been traveling all day. I pressed send, and locked my phone.
"We are here!" The cabby said. "Thank you," I said, giving him some pounds. "No problem, love," he said, taking out my suitcases out for me. Then he dropped them. "You're the girl who sang that song, 'Fix a Heart'!" He exclaimed, shaking my hand vigorously. "My daughter loves that song!" He continued. I smiled, and took out a keychain. "Thanks for the ride," I said, slipping it into his hand. "This keychain I wore for my photo shoot. It's peeking out of my back pocket on the cover. Take it." He looked shocked. "Are you sure?" He asked, staring at it. "Take it," I said, closing his fist around it. "I love family, and I'd do anything to make yours happy." He grinned, tipped his hat to me, and hopped into the cab, beaming. I took a deep breath, and stared at the house with narrowed eyes.
Fabian
I sat in the common room alone, while Alfie pranked the girls with the help of Jerome, Mara typed her essay that was due next month upstairs, Amber yelled at Alfie and Jerome, Patricia and Eddie listened to Sick Puppies and Amy Winehouse on her iPod in her room, and Joy and Mick "studied" outside.
I sighed, and thought of all of the times me and Nina spent together last year. I knew I liked her the first time she bumped into me. I went to my room and grabbed my guitar, and played the love song I never was able to play for her.
Nina
I took a deep breath, and walked up to the old door. It opened silently for me, like it had before. I shook my head. At least the house missed me.
I rolled my suitcases in, and peeked into the common room. No one was there except for Fabian. I felt my chest all of a sudden relax, and I realized that it had been tight ever since I left. I was about to come in, when I heard him playing a beautiful tune on the guitar.
I suddenly had the best idea. That is, if he loved me. Well, it was a worth a shot. I waited until I got the gist of the tune, and sang, barely audibly:
I never gone with the wind,
Just let it flow
Let it take me where it wants to go
'Til you opened the door, now there's so much more
I'd never seen it before.
He stopped, and I stopped too. He looked around, puzzled. Shrugging, he went back to playing the guitar, his dark, thick brown hair covering his beautiful eyes. This time, I sang a little louder:
I was trying to fly but I couldn't find my wings
And you came along and you changed everything.
This time, he took his guitar off his lap and walked around. Shrugging again, he went back to his music. This time, I sang in a normal voice.
You lift my feet off the ground,
You spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling and I,
I'm lost in your eyes; you make me crazier, crazier, crazier.
"Is someone there?" He asked. "Fabian, what the heck are you doing?" Amber called from the depths of her room. "Nothing," Fabian said quickly, and went back to his music. I sang loudly:
I watched from a distance as you
Made life your own, every sky was your own kind of blue
And I wanted to know how that would feel and you made it so real.
You showed me something that I couldn't see
You opened my eyes and you made me believe
"WHO'S THERE?" Fabian practically yelled. I had to contain my laughter. He narrowed his eyes, and played while trying to peer out of his peripheral vision. I screamed/sang the chorus:
YOU LIFT MY FEET OFF THE GROUND
YOU SPIN ME AROUND,
YOU MAKE ME CRAZIER, CRAZIER
FEELS LIKE I'M FALLING AND I,
I'M LOST IN YOUR EYES
YOU MAKE ME CRAZIER, CRAZIER, CRAZIER.
OHH!
Fabian stopped, and shouted in an equally as loud voice, "STOP IT AND SHOW YOURSELF BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" I gave up my game, and stepped out of the shadows.
"Gosh, I didn't know you hated me so much," I joked. His eyes went huge, and he sputtered, "You…uh…NINA!" He picked me up and spun me around. I laughed, and looked in his eyes. "I missed you, Fabian." I whispered. Then, four words that I wanted to say since Joy told me about the fake text message came flowing out. "Fabian, I love you." He touched his forehead to mine, and smiled. His sweet scent washed over me, and he whispered, "I love you too." I leaned forward, and finally touched those soft lips to mine. When I felt the love behind them, though, it was even better, and I finally melted into his arms.
So, did you like the ending? Should there be a sequel? Review or private message me about it! Oh, and before I go, I'd like to thank some reviewers:
Karaliza76
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Abby222
Thank you to all who stuck with me even though you wanted to hurt me, also! And, lastly, thank you to everyone who ever even read a word of my story! Thank you so much!
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