Hey guys! Sorry for partly abandoning you guys! I blame high school. Speaking of high school, I LOVE IT! This Freshman is loving it. I mean, sure, I hate all the work I'm getting from my Honors classes (which is all of them minus band), but my first hour teacher is crazy awesome. Anyways, to Chapter 26!

Chapter 26

Nina's POV-

We sat together in the back, water dripping off our clothes. The wind was picking up since we were moving faster and faster by the second. Cold wind plus wet clothes equals a sick Nina. I shivered as we stopped at a red light. When I sneezed, Fabian gave me a worried look.

Fabian: Hey, are you alright?

Nina: Ya, I'm just... allergies. Don't worry about it.

Fabian: Nina, I think you're catching a cold.

Nina: No, I'm fine. Really.

Fabian: Come here.

I crawled closer to him and he held me in his arms, rubbing my arms to cause enough friction to heat me up a bit.

Nina: Fabian?

Fabian: Ya?

Nina: We're soaked.

Fabian: I never would've guessed.

He pulled me on to his lap and I cuddled in to his shoulder, embracing the warmth I was getting.

Nina: Aren't you cold?

Fabian: Yes, but at least I wasn't sneezing.

Nina: Hey, don't change the subject. You're cold.

Fabian: It's not a big deal, Nina.

Nina: To me it is.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my legs in from their outstretched position in an attempt to warm Fabian a bit. His chest rose as he chuckled at my attempt.

Fabian: Nina, I'm perfectly fine.

I lifted my head to look at him and crashed noses with him. I blushed but stood my ground.

Nina: Stop worrying about me so much. I can take care of myself.

He leaned in a little closer and whispered in a warm voice.

Fabian: I'm the Osirian. I'm supposed to protect you.

I knew that if I moved any closer, our lips would brush against one another if we spoke.

Nina: And you're doing a fine job, but you don't need to do this for me.

Fabian: Do what?

I moved close enough that my lips brushed his when I answered.

Nina: This right here.

I moved slightly, feeling his lips barely pressed against mine, when the truck moved and made me jump away. I crawled away from him and hid my face behind my hair.

Nina: Sorry about that.

Fabian: Nina, I-

The tires screeched and we rammed to a stop. Fabian grabbed the side of the truck with one hand and wrapped his free arm around my waist to keep me from flying off. The stop was so forceful that I rebounded in Fabian's arm and landed on top of him. I got up and looked over the car top to see Patricia yelling at a huge trucker for almost crashing us.

Nina: Uh oh. You might want to see this.

Fabian followed me up and saw the scene unfolding.

Fabian: Patricia!

She turned her head.

Patricia: Stay out of this, Fabian!

He looked at me and huffed in frustration.

Nina: This is not gonna end well…

Fabian: You can say that again.

We sat back down and waited for the yelling to subside. When we looked again, Patricia was making her way back to the truck and the trucker was hanging his head in shame. What did she do?

Nina: Patricia.

She looked up and I curiously pointed at the trucker.

Patricia: I just told him off for nearly crashing me. Don't worry about it. Sit down and chill. I'm taking you two to Amber's house.

Fabian: What about our stuff?

Patricia ignored the question and got in the truck. We sat down and shared looks of worry. What are these two planning?

We finally got to Amber's house and, let me tell you, it's not a house. It's a mini castle. It's pure white with pale pink trimming. Amber truly does have style. Patricia pulled the truck in to a stone driveway and a girl slightly similar to Amber came around to help us.

Willow: Hello. My name is Willow. I work for Mistress Amber and I'm here to escort Mr. and Mrs. Rutter to their suite. Mistress Millington will give you a tour of the estate later. Follow me.

I looked at Fabian. Did she just say Mr. and Mrs.?

Nina: Excuse me, but what did you call us?

Willow: Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Rutter. Why? Is there a problem?

Nina: It's just that we're not-

Willow: Oh, you're divorced?

Nina: Yes, wait, no. We're not married yet.

Willow: Yet?

I slapped my forehead.

Nina: Why did I have to say yet? We're not married.

Willow: Do you plan to be?

Nina: Yes, wait, no! We're not even a couple!

Fabian: Nina. You're fumbling and stuttering. Stuttering's my job.

Nina: Fabian, not helping.

Willow looked at us and turned her head upside down. What is she doing?

Willow: Well, I have a gift for… seeing the future. It's interesting because I see you two slowly drifting off, thinking about each other. Wait. Awwww. You found each other again and you rekindle the fire you once had as best friends!

Fabian: That sounds like what happened.

Nina: Basically.

Willow: I see, I see hidden feelings between you two. How cute! I also see a future where you two are in love. You marry and have four children, a pair of twin girls and two sons. You'll live the rest of your lives together and-

Nina: Stop. Please, Willow, we're not married or dating or planning to have children anytime soon. We've just became best friends again. That's all we are.

Willow: Shame. Well, follow me to your suite.

Fabian: You mean suites?

Willow: No, I mean suite. Mistress Millington took the liberty of giving you the largest room in the house. Come on.

She led us inside, where I froze. I knew Amber's house would be amazing and pink, but I was surprised to see NO PINK.

Nina: Amber without pink is like me without gran's quilt.

Fabian's jaw dropped and I giggled. I put my fingers under his jaw, pushing it upwards.

Nina: Pick up your jaw. You don't want flies coming in, do you?

Fabian: Ha ha ha. You're so amusing

Willow quickly led us up stairs and stopped at a light blue door.

Willow: This is your room. Mistress Millington insisted you take the Dove Suite.

Nina: The Dove Suite?

Willow: Yes. It's equipped with one large bathroom, and small common room, and a bedroom. Enjoy.

I was about to say something, but just as I was about to speak, Willow turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Fabian and I alone in the hall. I looked at him and he shrugged, his hand opening the door. The door opened smoothly, revealing a small room resembling to a living room with white couches and loveseats. The walls were as blue as the door and the carpet was white. The ceiling had a beautiful mural of two doves holding a heart. I stepped inside and was dazzled by the huge TV that was pinned against one wall and the bookshelves that were overflowing with books and lined up against another wall. I entered through one of the two doors to find a spacious bathroom with a sink, toilet, and bathtub on one side of the room and a shower and make-up counter on the other. There was a mirror that stretched across the wall on the opposite side of the room from me. I looked closer at the wall to see that the mirror was divided in to three. On the wall where I entered, I found closets on each side of the door, the right holding towels, toilet paper, spare toothbrushes, toothpaste, soaps, and fragrances and the left holding make-up, perfumes, cologne, and toiletries. I left the bathroom to find the bedroom. I went through the other door that was in the living room and immediately bumped in to Fabian when I entered. I didn't get the chance to say sorry because I suddenly became unable to speak. The room was soft pink with a white stripe design while the floor was consisted of white marble tiles. The ceiling was plain white, but the room definitely had a mood: love. The pink platform king bed stuck out from the wall opposite from us with white oak side tables with red rose petals on each side. On the right side of the room were a vanity and a walk-in closet that was filled with clothes and split in to two racks that hung opposite from each other, one side female clothes and the other side male. On the left side of the room was a book shelf filled with photo albums and a loveseat that matched to vibrant pink bed sheets. Fabian walked over to the bookshelf and started to read out the names of the albums in the order they were in.

Fabian: Amber's Achievements, Amber's Birth, Amber's Elementary School Years, Amber's First Bike Ride, Amber's First Day of School, Amber's Friends, Amber's Middle School Years, Amber's High School Years, Amber's Toddler Years, Career Moves, Fabina-

Nina: Wait. What?

Fabian pulled out the scrapbook that was titled Fabina. We opened it to the first page. There was a picture of us from sophomore year, sharing a look. Next, we were hugging. In another, I was looking down while Fabian looked at me with a smile. Another of us hugging when I got back for the play. Another of us laughing near Fabian's locker. Another of Fabian hugging me and lifting me in the air. Another of us flirting on the couch. Another of us kissing at our prom. The pictures kept on going. I put my hand in the middle of the book when the pictures of junior year ended, knowing what was coming next.

Nina: No more. It- it hurts to remember.

Fabian rested a hand on mine.

Fabian: I know Nina.

With that, I placed my head on his shoulder and he hugged me in comfort.