Set in early season one because it's the best season and your arguments are invalid.

I don't own House of Anubis.

Nina, the new girl, stood alone in the kitchen washing the supper dishes. Patricia was supposed to be helping, but of course, that didn't work out well.

Fabian was in the living room with Mick doing math homework, but he couldn't seem to concentrate. He continually snuck glances up at Nina, one time turning into a prolonged gaze. This gaze was only broken by Mick throwing a wadded up paper in Fabian's direction.

"Number three!" Mick said, quite irritated. Evidently, he'd been repeating this for a while.

"Huh?" Fabian snapped out of his trance.

"NUMBER THREE!" Mick raised his voice to be sure Fabian heard it this time. "What's the answer?"

"Oh-um," Fabian scrambled around for his calculator, noticing Nina laughing to herself out of the corner of his eye. His cheeks flushed bright red as his finger shook on the square root button, "Twenty four."

"Thanks," Mick said, scribbling this down on his paper.

"No problem," Fabian said quietly, hoping Nina wasn't still watching, but he couldn't help but glance.

"You gotta quit that," Mick whispered as he shook his head, laughing.

"Quit what?" Fabian asked, hoping it had to do with Math.

"Staring at her. For the first few glances, it's flattery, but soon she'll just think you're a creep."

"Shut up," Fabian said, suddenly extremely focused on his work.

"Go talk to her," Mick said quietly so she wouldn't hear.

"No!" Fabian protested quickly.

"Chicken?" Mick laughed.

"No! Just-I...um, I have to finish this work."

"It's finished," Mick said after he leaned over and gave the paper a quick up-down.

"Shut up," Fabian's cheeks flushed red once again.

"Go on, Romeo," Mick teased.

"No," Fabian repeated.

"Hey Nina!" Mick shouted into the kitchen. She looked up from the dishes, a bit confused as to why anyone was talking to her. "Fabian wants to talk to you!"

Mick gave Fabian a little shove into the kitchen and took a seat back on the couch, eyeing them like an older brother would.

"So..." Fabian began, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You didn't have anything to say, did you?" Nina laughed a bit, scrubbing a dish with a blue sponge.

"No, I-uh," Fabian started, but gave up. "Yeah...not really..."

"It's okay, it's the most anyone in this house has said to me that isn't about Joy," she said, trying to still laugh, but Fabian could sense the bit of sadness in her tone.

"I apologize on their behalf for that..." Fabian frowned. He really did hate how rude some people (Patricia) were being and that the others, including himself, just kept silent. "Well, just know you have at least one friend here."

"Trudy?" she teased.

"Oh, her too," he laughed. Nina seemed cool. "Hey...do you wanna walk over together tomorrow?"

"Sure," Nina smiled. This was probably the happiest he'd seen her since she arrived.

The next day, they walked over together and had quite the debate over British spellings versus American spellings, soon turning to British phrases and words versus American ones, resulting in nothing but laughter.

This turned into an every morning routine, walking over and enjoying one another's company.

For Nina, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

For Fabian, it was nice to have someone he felt he could completely be himself around.

All around, it was nice for both to have a real best friend who they knew would be there through thick and thin.

A/N: okay that's it. I was using a prompt from Sara of three different words and I only used two of them but oh well.

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