The whole of Anubis House gathered in the living room. This gave Eddie and Nina their first chance to observe the others.
Patricia stood there angrily, her arms crossed. She leaned up against the wall next to Mara. Mara was sitting on the couch, her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Across the room, Jerome shot her glances ignoring Alfie, who was staring at Amber. Amber kept glancing at the door every few seconds. Fabian stood next to her, twisting his fingers anxiously.
Finally, a large blond boy arrived. "Sorry I'm late." He panted, dressed in sports clothes. "What did I miss?"
"Now that Mr. Campbell has finally joined us," Victor said, glaring at Mr. Campbell, who Nina and Eddie realized was Mick. "I think it is time to-"
"What happened to Joy?" Patricia butted in.
"My God, Patricia, can you not keep quiet for two seconds?" Jerome asked her irritably.
"Why'd he call this meeting then?" Patricia shot back.
"We'd find out if you didn't keep interrupting." Jerome said.
Victor cleared his throat. "As I was saying, it's been found that Joy was pregnant." All eyes turned to Fabian, who looked shocked. "Mr. Rutter, do you have anything to say?"
Fabian swallowed hard. "I…I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Patricia asked at the same time Amber asked herself, "How could I not notice?"
"Silence!" Victor bellowed. Immediately, all of the models quieted down. "Mr. Rutter, would you care to explain?"
"I…" Fabian started. He paused, collecting his thoughts. "Joy and I…we never went that far. We had only started dating and…" His voice trailed off.
"And?" Patricia asked urgently.
"Hold up, time out." Eddie said, holding up his hands. He looked at everyone. "Who…What is going on?"
"Who's the bloke?" Mick asked to the room in general.
"The new models." Mara said.
"Replacements more like." Patricia sneered.
"It's not like you're looking any better." Eddie sneered back.
"Ha ha." Patricia laughed sarcastically.
"Silence!" Victor bellowed again. "Everyone, this is Nina and Eddie, our newest housemates. Nina and Eddie-"
"We know who everybody is." Eddie cut him off.
"We kind of met them already." Nina said as Victor's questioning look.
"Very well. Dinner will be served at 7. That is all." Victor left, leaving a room full of buzzing models.
"Nina, why don't I show you to our room?" Amber asked brightly grabbing onto Nina's arm as she dragged her away.
"Um…where am I sleeping?" Eddie asked.
"Just realized that?" Mick asked. Then he laughed at Eddie's expression. "No need to worry, mate. I've got you covered. You can stay with me and Fabian."
"What? Yeah." Fabian said, snapping out of a daze.
"So, is Eddie single?" Amber asked as soon as she and Nina were in their room.
"Yes, and no, you're not his type." Nina said quickly. "So, what is this about Joy?"
Amber looked around, then beckoned Nina closer. "She killed herself about a week ago."
"I know that. But…what else?"
"Oh, she and Fabian went out. Well, it's more of they started going out a few weeks before Joy…well, died."
"Right." Nina said.
Amber gave her look. "Don't mention it to Patricia though. She gets really mad when you talk about Joy. They've known each other forever, even before all this modeling started."
"Why did Joy become a model?"
"Why did you become a model?"
"So you wouldn't happen to be related to Sweetie, would you?" Mick asked as Eddie examined his new room.
"No." Eddie scoffed. "Yes." He said meekly.
"You're Sweetie's…"
"Son." Eddie supplied.
"Right and you're Nina's…brother?"
"Twin."
"That's cool." Mick seemed fairly impressed.
"So…what was that all about?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, right." Mick said. "Forgot you're new and everything. Joy was the little darling of the house. Everyone loved her. Then she goes and kills herself a week ago. I just don't get it."
"Why?"
"Well, Joy had everything. She finally got together with Fabian, who she's been liking since forever."
"And Fabian's the dad of her baby?"
"I highly doubt it." Mick said confidently. "Fabian's not that kind of guy. Jerome's more like it, but he's got the hots for Mara, so…"
"No chance?"
"No chance."
