Has anyone ever noticed how Mick and Fabian were paired up for Mr. Winkler’s ‘I love you’ exercise? And when Mr. Winkler said ‘I love you’ at the beginning, you can see Mick and Fabian standing really close, and they look at each other, then back away quickly.

“You left too soon.”

house of anubis | mickbian [mick/fabian]
basically a piece of crap I made while I was teaching Dianna how to use Photoshop
drabble set at the beginning of season one

“Beware the black bird! Beware the black bird!” the voice shrieked as he continued running as fast as he could. He thought he might recognize the voice a bit, but he wasn’t exactly sure who it could be calling to him, so he chose to ignore it. There were more important things at stake.

Mick. He had to save Mick.

He wasn’t sure how Mick had gotten involved in the first place, considering he wasn’t even a part of Sibuna and had no idea what Fabian, Amber, and the new girl were up to. In fact, the blond didn’t even know they were up to anything, judging by the way he kept asking Fabian what was going on with his and Nina’s relationship.

As far as Fabian was concerned, he didn’t have a relationship with her. Yeah, she was cute and sweet and her eyes were pretty and… none of that mattered. She wouldn’t notice him of all people anyway, so he just wasn’t going to worry about it.

And now wasn’t even the time to think on that. His best friend was in danger. He could feel it.

“Beware the black bird!” the voice crowed again.

“Shut. Up,” he replied. It was then that he spotted a lone figure on the ground up ahead. He began to sprint and, much to his chagrin, it was Mick laying there…surrounded by a pool of blood.

“Mick!” he called, falling to his knees. He couldn’t have been this late! Mick wasn’t even involved! How could this have happened? Fabian began to lightly shake his friend. “Mick, wake up!”

A young child - no, the silhouette of a young girl walked up to him and stood over Mick’s body. A ghost? But… Tears slipped from her eyes as she looked back and forth from Fabian to Mick. Ghosts couldn’t cry, could they?

“You did not heed the warning,” she said softly. “You did not beware the black bird.”

“What does that even mean!?” he shouted.

“Your most important thing - this boy - is now lost,” she continued as if Fabian hadn’t even spoken. “Beware the black bird~” the girl warned in an almost song-like tone as she backed away and her frame slowly began to disappear.

“No! Come back!” Fabian called. “What about Mick!?”

Your most important thing is now lost.

Mick was dead?

“NO! MICK!” He began to shake the blond’s body once more, in a futile attempt to wake him. “Mick, wake up! Mick, Mick, Mick!”

“FABIAN!”

The brunette’s eyes shot open and, with a quick gasp, he jumped, banging his head on the headboard behind him. On top of him was his roommate and longtime best friend, Mick Campbell, screaming in his face.

Wait. Mick was screaming in his face. So…he wasn’t dead.

Ignoring the pain for a moment, Fabian let out a long sigh of relief. It had only been a dream.

“Good grief, mate,” Mick commented, sitting back as he moved to the edge of Fabian’s bed. “What was that all about? You wake me up with all of this ‘Mick, Mick!’ nonsense and you’re not even awake yourself.”

“Sorry about that,” Fabian said, rubbing the back of his head. It would certainly bruise in the morning. “I had a nightmare.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

Fabian hesitated for a moment. He never kept secrets from Mick. But…he couldn’t just let him know all about Sibuna, could he? No, both Amber and Nina would be furious with him, even if he let just one thing slip.

“…Not really. It was just a nightmare.” He smiled, if only to reassure the blond before him. “That’s the thing - it’s not real.”

“Alright…” Mick said, raising an eyebrow at his friend. He walked back over to his bed as Fabian got resettled in his. “Just…try not to shout my name out so loudly every night.”

The boys both laughed. As if anyone would suspect them of that.

Exhausted, Fabian practically collapsed onto his bed just as soon as he closed the door to his room. He couldn’t remember as many physically demanding aspects of being part of Sibuna from the previous year that could even compare to how sore he was right now. He hadn’t been built to perform extraneous activities - Fabian was a nerd. He dealt with facts and solving the puzzles and figuring out what went where and how to put things together. As much fun exploring the tunnels was, it was just starting to get to be too much for him to handle.

On top of that, he kept having to deal with Nina’s constant back-and-forth feelings about him. “You’re a genius, Fabian!” and “Why are you talking to Joy, Fabian?” - okay, so maybe she never actually said either of those things, but he felt that that was a pretty good explanation of how up and down she was being lately. Ever since their attempt at being a couple had fallen through, she’d been so fiercely angry with him over every little thing he did. And on top of her, he had to deal with Amber’s constant “You need to be better to get your girl back!” rampages.

He wasn’t just exhausted physically, his mental state was about to collapse as well if he had to go through one more day trying to make everyone happy. If he was friends with Joy, that made Nina and Amber angry. If he wasn’t friends with Joy, that made Joy upset and angry with Nina. Either way, someone blamed something - or maybe everything at this point - on him. What was he supposed to do? Die? Maybe that’d fix everything.

He let out a loud sigh as he rubbed his temples. As if knowing his thoughts were complete - or, at least that he didn’t want to think about it anymore - his phone’s text message alert went off. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who would be texting him at - he glanced at his clock - nearly two in the morning?

When he checked who it was, he nearly smacked himself. Mick! Of course! The time difference between Britain and Australia was substantial. Between classes and Sibuna, it was difficult to find a normal time for either of them where they could actually chat. The two usually kept to emails, but… best friends will be best friends and Fabian couldn’t think of anyone he could ever miss more than Mick.

< Mick >
[00:47, Tues] Hey mate. Ur not online. Somthin wrong?

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. Throughout all of this Sibuna drama and Joy versus Nina drama and “what are you doing with your life, Fabian?” drama, he’d forgotten all about arguably the most important part of his week. Skyping with Mick. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He quickly texted his friend back, “give me a sec”, snatching up his laptop and waiting for it to turn on. Any time would be great, his mind commented as he put on his headphones and moved his mouse a little to get the machine to warm up. He was late enough as it was - they normally chatted at around midnight Fabian’s time since that was when Mick’s free period started.

Logging into Skype, he hoped Mick wasn’t angry with him for forgetting. It’d only leave them an hour (which, for all intents and purposes, was fairly normal considering Fabian fell asleep halfway through Mick’s free period), but still. It was the pure idea that he had forgotten his best friend, the one person he cared about most.

“Oh hush, brain,” he scolded softly. The last thing he needed was to get himself all depressed because he might be in love with his best friend. It was probably just the fact that he missed him so much and he had so much going on that Fabian just needed something to enjoy again. That’s all it was, surely.

“Stop thinking about it.”

He typed in his password and almost as soon as the Skype login page appeared on his screen, he received a video call request from the blond meathead in question. Before accepting, he glanced to his American roommate. As usual, Eddie was zonked out, his bedsheets laying in a mess over his body as a loud snore erupted from his nostrils. If Fabian had anything good to say about his new roommate, it was that he was the heaviest sleeper on the planet and his sleep had so far never been interrupted by any of Fabian’s Skype chats, not even during the one time Fabian couldn’t control his laughter.

He clicked the green accept button, his breath catching. He wasn’t sure why he was so insecure about seeing his friend. It wasn’t like they hadn’t chatted this weekend or anything. Fabian couldn’t linger on his confusion because the blond appeared on his screen.

His breath caught, his heart raced.

“Hey, Fabes. What’s up?”

“Hey, Mick,” Fabian greeted slowly, a bright smile spreading across his face to match his best friend’s. “Sorry I’m late; I completely forgot.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, mate,” Mick reassured him. “I’ll always wait for you.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

dear-sibunas:

Submitted by laminuitpluie

“Sometimes, it’s hard to say goodbye.”

“Sorry, mate”