This story will be over in a about…five chapters, I think? I dunno, that sounds about right. Here's the long overdue chapter eight to, 'Let's Play A Game!'

Disclaimer: I do not own HoA.

Fabian bristled, but Nina put a comforting had on his arm. "Okay," she replied. "Shoot."

Jerome blinked at her for a moment before continuing. "Fine. Would you rather…not kiss Fabian, or kiss Fabian?"

Nina blinked, feeling a blush rising to her cheeks. "Well-"

But her answer was interrupted as there came the sound of squealing tires and a car door slam.

No one hardly dared to breathe as the sound of footsteps echoed, breaking the otherwise silent atmosphere. Nina gave a shiver and pulled closer to Fabian, while Amber did the same with Alfie. Mara just sat unsure between Jerome and Mick, her eyes wide.

"Hello? Anyone out here?"

The voice cut through the air. Oddly enough, the accent wasn't British…it was-

"Another American?" Jerome asked, glancing up. "Isn't one enough? I'm kidding, Nina."

A teenager suddenly appeared in front of them all. He had blonde hair and a cheeky grin with confused, blue eyes.

"Hello…?"

"Hi," Nina stood up quickly. "If you're wondering why we're out here, we're just…out for a stroll. Yeah. That's it. I'm Nina Martin, and you are…?"

The boy widened his eyes. "American…" he said breathlessly. Nina smiled, amused.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, it's just, you're accent's the best thing I've heard since I've gotten here," Eddie help out his hand and Nina shook it. "Hi, I'm Eddie Miller."

Fabian walked to Nina's side. "Fabian Rutter."

"Jerome Clarke!"

"Alfie Lewis. Good to meet you, mate."

"I'm Amber Millington," Amber flicked her blonde hair. Mara smiled.

"Mara Jaffray."

Eddie nodded. "Great! Except, I don't know you, the eating boy," he pointed to Mick, "or you, the scowling girl," he pointed to Patricia, "and…That's it. So, introduce yourselves."

Patricia's eyes flashed. "I don't take orders from you slimeball."

"Are you going to answer the question or not, Yakker?"

Patricia's face flushed as light chuckles rang around. "The name's Patricia Williamson, Patricia to you, no 'Trixie' or 'Tricia' or any of that, got it, Eddie?"

"Right, Yakker." Eddie turned to Mick. "So…?"

"Hi," Mick stuck out his hand. "The name's Mick Campbell. Sorry about her over there," he inclined his head to Patricia who looked furious, "she's been a bit moody lately."

"Have not!"

Eddie laughed. "Right. So…do any of you mind telling me what's really going on out here?"

"Um, well, we played a game of Truth or Dare-"

Eddie laughed again, cutting Nina off. "So you Brits know how to have fun, do you? Continue, Nina."

"-and I was dared to go outside. Everyone followed, but when we went back, the door was closed. Mick tried to open it, but-"

"Due to my brute strength," Mick interrupted.

"Yeah," Patricia sneered, "or just meathead personality."

"-the handle came off. So we've been playing Would You Rather out here until you came."

"And you interrupted a really good 'would you rather', thank you very much," said Amber, frowning. Eddie shrugged.

"Sorry, Blondie. But what was it?"

Amber sniffed. "Jerome-" he waved slightly, "-asked Nina if she would rather kiss Fabian, or not kiss Fabian. She was about to answer, but then you came."

"Guys, it's okay," Fabian said, upon seeing Nina's embarrassed face, "we all know the answer, don't pressure her."

Eddie noticed Fabian looked rather put out.

"Yeah, everyone but you, Fabian," said Jerome. "Just Nina, answer the question, alright?" Jerome looked at Eddie. "Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to sit and play with us?"

"Wh-what? Oh, yeah," Eddie nodded, playing it cool. "I'll just sit on my luggage."

Everyone waited as Eddie dragged it to the side and put it down and sat. As soon as he was seated, Amber practically pounced on Nina. "Answer the question, Nins!"

Mara laughed. "Calm down, Amber."

"Yeah," Jerome added, "you're bouncing around like a hyperactive poodle. It's rather putting us off, thanks."

Amber sniffed while everyone else laughed. "You can't blame me if I want to know."

"Amber's got a point, we all want to know," Patricia turned to Nina. "Tell us, come on!"

"Yakker's right, Nina," Eddie laughed. "What's the harm?"

"Fine!" Nina yelped. "I'd rather kiss Fabian, okay? Happy?"

There was a pause. Nina slowly bit on her lip and waited for their reactions.

I love writing cliffhangers. ^.^

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