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Nina's POV
I was packing my bags. I was just about done. Fabian was helping me, but he got a phone call from his office. He was out in the hallway right now.
I walked to my bed and looked under it. There was the jewelry box Amber had given me junior year. I hope all the other people aren't mad at me for leaving.
"Hey, guess who called me," Fabian said as he came in the room.
"Amber?" I said.
"Nope, Patricia," he said. "Guess who wants to talk to you." He handed me the phone. I took a deep breath.
"Hello?" I said.
"Nina?" Patricia asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Wow, you know it's been three years and a day since we last talked? According to Amber, at least," she said. I smiled to myself.
"Sounds like Amber," I said.
"Yeah," she said. There was an awkward slience.
"So, how have you been?" I asked, trying to start a decent conversation.
"Good. You?"
"Fine." Another awkward silence.
"I heard you're coming back to England," she said.
"Yeah, I am," I told her.
"Who you gonna stay with?" she asked.
"Fabian."
"Oh, right. Duh." I smiled. "I hope Ann doesn't give you a hard time."
"What do you mean?"
"Just that...look. Fabian broke up with Ann three months ago. Then he started seeing this other girl, Robin. Ann was really jealous. A few weeks after Fabian and Robin started dating, Robin turned up dead. She was murdered. They never found out who did it, though. Then Fabian went back to Ann," she said.
"So?" I said. What did that have to do with anything?
"Well, I suggested that Ann might have killed her. Fabian wouldn't even hear me out. I think he just didn't want to believe me. I think he was to in shock to even think about it. I just...don't want that to happen to you. So, watch your back." Then she hung up.
Well, Ann did seem like the jealous type. I hope she didn't kill that girl. Otherwise, I'm in big trouble.
"You done?" I jumped. I spun around to see Fabian.
"Oh, you scared me," I said, putting my hand to my chest and letting out a deep breath.
"Sorry," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Here's your phone." I handed him his phone.
"You okay?" he asked, putting his phone in his back pocket.
"Yeah, fine. Why?" I lied.
"Wow. Three years to work on lying and you're still terrible," he said. I playfully punched him in the shoulder. He smiled. "Now, really. What's bothering you? Is it Patricia?"
"No, no, it's not that. I just...well, I don't know what it is," I said. He pulled me into a hug.
"You know you can tell me anything," he whispered in my ear.
"I know. And I would tell you what was bothering me if I knew what it was," I said. He kissed my forehead.
"Well, when you can tell me..." he trailed off.
"I'll tell you," I said.
"You better." He started to walk towards my bedroom.
"Is that a threat?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said. He started walking again. I ran up behind him and jumped on his back, like I used to when we were in high school.
"How did I know you were going to do that?" he asked, going along with it and piggy-backing me back to my room to finish packing.
"Because your phsycic?" I joked. He smiled.
"I don't think that's right," he said.
"Because I used to do it all the time?"
"Yeah, that's it." He put me down and I walked to my suitcase. "I'm hungry. Are you?" he asked.
"Yeah, a little," I said.
"I'll go get us some food. I'll be back in a bit," he said as he kissed my cheek. He left my apartment to go to wherever he was going.
I finished packing a few minutes later. I zipped my suitcase shut and set it on the floor. I picked up my cell phone, found "Claire" in my contacts, and pressed "call".
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, it's me," I said.
"Oh, hey. When are you leaving?" she asked. I could tell she was upset.
"5 o'clock tonight," I said.
"Oh," she said. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't.
"I'll call you when I get to England-if it's not too late here."
"I'm gonna miss you, Nina."
"I'm gonna miss you too," I said.
"I have to go," she said.
"Okay. Bye." I hung up the phone and sighed.
Then my phone rang again. It was an unknown number. I answered it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Nina?" someone asked. I've heard that voice before.
"Yeah?"
"Hi! It's me, Joy!"
"Joy! Hi!" I said happily.
"So, I heard your coming back to England," she said.
"Wow. Word sure spreads fast there," I said.
"Yeah. I can't wait to see you!" she exclaimed.
"I can't wait to see you, either!" I replied.
"So, how's Fabian and that witch?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know about the witch, but Fabian's doing good," I told her.
"Good. Well, I have to get going. I have a date with Mick tonight," she said.
"Okay. Have fun!" She hung up.
Ding...Ding...DIng. The doorbell.
I opened the door to find none other than...Ann.
"Can I come in," she said. It wasn't a question. She started the walk in but I stopped her.
"I don't think that's a good idea," I said.
"Look, I just want to talk." she said.
"We can talk out here." I said.
"Look, you stay away from Fabian," she threatened.
"Trust me, you don't want to threaten me. I have more power than you know," I said.
"Whatever. Just watch your back." She strutted to the end of the hallway and disappeared around the corner.
Bitch.
And I will see you again next chapter. Now, I'm gonna give you a heads up; I probably won't be updating this story or "Alfie's Secret" for a while because I want to finish "Welcome Back!" before Season 2 starts up.
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