Nina's Point of View

Amber clung onto me as she cried on my shoulder. This was normal. I always had to comfort her nowadays. Poor Amber and Alife. Their entire life now revolved around their five year old son, David. And David wouldn't last much longer.

Or at least's that's what the doctors said. It was hard not to believe them. Not anymore at least. In the beginning we thought it was possible to beat. It being leukemia or course. But now he was in the final stages and it was taking it's powerful, horrible toll. That toll not only affected David's health and happiness, but his parent's marriage too.

Today Amber's tears were not over David, but over Alfie. The love that brought them together…it was fading. Fading fast. Actually most of the relationships of my Anubis friends weren't going smoothly. Only Fabian and my owns was the fairytale life. Well maybe in a crazy sick fairytale, but still a fairytale in a way. We had everything love, passion, lovely children, stable jobs, a large mansion and everything everybody dreams of. But it made me feel so bad. I didn't deserve it, Amber did. Yet life never seems fair.

"Oh Nina, Nina, I can't take it anymore. I just can't. Why me? Why me? I'm not that bad am I? Am I Nina? Am I?" she cried and sniffled into my shoulder. I reached over and stroked her hair carefully. Amber never deserved this. She was my best friend and her life was a living hell.

'Oh God no Amber. God no. You're the best women I've ever met. You're my best friend. You don't deserve this. Nobody does, nobody." I tried to comfort her as best as I could, but it just wasn't working anymore.

I could feel her grimace and I pulled her into a hug. Sometimes these little sessions wore me out too. Sometimes they broke me down and made me weary, and sometimes I wanted to cry right along with her. But I couldn't because I had to stay strong for my best friend and even if people poured all of their problems on me I couldn't break down.

Letting her go I sat her back down on her chair and left the room silently. Amber needed to be alone now. She always did after our tear fests. I met Mara outside of the door.

"Hey Nina, can we talk for a minute?" she asked me. Of course I had to say yes. I always said yes.

Mara's Point of View

Nina led me into one of her sitting rooms. She motioned for me to take a seat in a plush armchair. She sat down across from me on the sofa. Nina held my gaze for a moment before speaking to me.

"So what happened with you and Jerome?" she asked. Nina always knew what I was thinking, she could read anyone like a book. It made me upset, but Jerome and I were having issues. Not love issues but baby issues. Like no baby issues.

"Jerome said we should give up Nina. But I don't want to give up. I don't think I can. I want a child Nina." Gosh I was such a whiney person. Nina must get annoyed. I mean Fabian and Nina don't have any children, but Nina doesn't complain, even though I know she dreams of having three kids.

She surveyed me thoughtfully before taking a deep breath and telling me her wisdom.

"Mara…I know you want a child. A child of your own, but have you ever considered other options?" she made her words come across as gently and gingerly as possible. She always tried to tred lightly with me on this subject.

I knew what she meant. Adoption. Adoption was a very big and wide option, but yet again it was something Jerome objected to. Jerome and I were very much in love but the whole subject of children was such a sore spot. We were both only children and both of our families had issues in the child making department. Jerome didn't want any kids and it was my dream to have at least one. But it wasn't only the matter of wanting kids it was also the matter of actually having them. We didn't even know who had the actually issue in that department.

" Yeah I know. Thanks for listening," I told Nina. She really was a thoughtful girl and it was a shame we didn't become friends for a while. As Nina was about to say something her cell phone began ringing. Ringing the tune that announced Patricia's calls. The calls that barely ever came with good news. The jail calls.

Patricia's Point of View

Pick up Nina, please pick up. Pick up the damn phone! As if answering my thoughts, I was immediately greeted by Nina's disapproving voice.

" Yes Patricia. How much is bail this time?" Was I honestly that predictable? How did she know where I was? Nina was one of those girls who set each number that ever called her with a personalized ring tone. Knowing how many times I had called from this damn phone I wouldn't be surprised if she had this one on speed dial or something crazy.

" Five thousand pounds," I mumbled into the phone. One of the officers began to glare at me and I glared back with extra venom. Stupid prats think they are better then me. They don't know shit.

"God Patricia. What the hell did you even do?" Nina's angry words cut into me. She was barely ever upset and I hated that I had to do this to one of my best friends.

"Got a little drunk, punched a guy in the face. Before you yell at me Nina let me tell you something he was a crazy pervert!" I tried my best to defend myself but my heart just wasn't in it. That man was a pervert but he wasn't any worse then some of my friends were. Besides I had used up my excuses, I was getting worse and worse as my life raged on. How could it be this bad if I was only 25?

She only sighed disappointedly and hung up on me, leaving me with that lonely dial tone. But I knew she was coming. She always comes.

Nina's Point of View

I shoved the money towards Officer Shirley. Him and I have become some sort of friends. Or allies at the least. She comforted me the first time I walked in because I was so upset. After that whenever I came in we shared small talk, complaints, and just our troubles. Granted she had a hate for Patricia and she never understood why a sweet little American was friends with such a feisty little misdemeanor criminal. She didn't get it and I didn't either.

Patricia walked out looking completely drunk, and out of it. I sighed impatiently and as soon as she was completely free to go we walked out and into my car.

We sat there in silence for a moment before I let out my anger in one small hit of the wheel.

"Damn it Patricia! This is what? The…eleventh time you've been to jail! Why can't you control yourself? We care about you. We want you to be safe? Why? Just why?" I cried out. Patricia was my friend and she just hadn't been the same since Joy had… died or whatever it was that happened.

She turned to look at me completely defeated. Her eyes were wide and filled with a combined look of pain, sadness, and drunkenness.

"I don't know," her voice came out completely hoarse and defeated. I really wanted to comfort her, but I was just running out of words.

Then my phone rang again, it was Fabian.

"Hello," I answered somewhat upset, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. The line was silent for a moment and I waited in irritated silence.

"Nina…David's dead. We need you at the hospital,"

AN/ This is kinda a sequel to Weddings. I didn't want to make it all happy. I tried to make this different and I really want to know what you think. Leave lots of reviews. And hey I need an idea for the Weddings story. By the way who freaked out when they kissed! I did! I hope there is a season two. I really really do. But there was four in the original so I bet there will be. But yeah…leave reviews!