This Kiss: House of Anubis One Shot

This Kiss

Fabian's pov

    "Keep it down will you?" I ask my roommate Eddie who was listening to his music at an ungodly volume for this time of night. He sighs and lowers his music, "Dude lighten up." It's 1 in the morning, and we just came back from Christmas holiday. I miss Nina. I've said it before, I'll say it again. I miss Nina. I miss her smile, her laugh, her eyes that sparkle. They'd sparkle when she ate one of Trudy's famous chocolate chip cookies, when we would walk to the school together early in the morning, when we kissed. I miss her lips on mine. The passion that filled every kiss. I miss her body pushed up against mine. I miss her. I want to see her again. I want to hold her in my arms just one more time, but I know that's impossible. I often wonder, does she think about me as often as I think about her? Has she moved on from me? Does she ever think about me; think about us? Think about the way we would get lost in each others eyes. Think about how we would always end up in detention together. How when it was never really 'detention' when it was just the two of us. Does she still care as much as I do? Does she even care at all? My thoughts are interrupted by a faint thump coming from the front door. What is that? It's bloody 1 in the morning! 3 hours after Victor's famous pin drop speech. There's no creepy mystery going on, everyone should be in bed. So what was that noise? Another soft thump soon follows. I slowly and quietly creep out of bed, the only sound coming from Eddie's headphones, the music still blaring through the small speakers. I open the door and peer out, being blinded by the darkness. I grab a torch from my bedroom and light it, stepping out into the abandoned hallway. With the light leading the way, I approach the front door, seeing a small duffle bag lying at the foot of the steps; but that's not all. There's a girl. Not just any girl. A girl with dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. A girl I know; a girl I love; THE girl I love. Nina Martin.  

    Our eyes lock and Nina flings herself into my arms. Her embrace gives me a warmth I haven't felt in months. "Nina, what are you doing here? I thought the Chosen One and Osirian can't be together," I said being the logical brainiac that I am. "I don't care," Nina says. "I need you; my body needs you." Before I can process what she said, her lips smash onto mine, kissing with passion. All the passion we've felt after months of not seeing each other. All the jealousy of other couples who were happy together. All the sadness of being apart. All the happiness of being back together. The torch drops from my hand, shattering to pieces, extinguishing our only source of light, as my hands find their way to her hips. We deepen the kiss, oblivious to our surroundings, oblivious to the others in the house, oblivious to the rest of the world. My hands move up her body, pulling her closer to me. Everything is perfect. The two of us here together. Her body pressed against mine.

Nina is here.

Nina is here.

Nina is here.

Real.

This is real.

Nina is in my arms. She missed me just as much as I missed her. She cared. And this kiss; this kiss proves it.