Editors note: this chapter is more of a filler chapter, so it's a bit shorter than the other ones, but the next one will be back to the normal lenght.
+ I made a mood board for Abby and the collage is up above
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The final buzzer in the game rang and I looked up from my sketchbook to the TV, where a hockey match just ended with the commentators proudly celebrating the win of the Oilers. The outcome didn't mean much to me since I wasn't really keeping up with the sport, but my dad was cheering and toasting himself with beer, on what he called 'our victory'.
It was nice spending a Sunday afternoon with dad since we don't get to hang out often, despite the fact I spent the entire game sketching out different hockey players, not talking much.
My phone lit up with a text message from Alex. I haven't really talked to him, or anyone for that matter, since the party, except Fay. She called to check up on me the next day and I explained what happened. She also later informed me that Eric returned to the party and got Oliver, Mark, and Ben home as well, but my dance with Alex never really came up.
Speaking of Oliver, he walked into the living room, just as I was about to get up for a snack.
"Where'ya going Gally?" he asked, walking towards me with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
"Just grabbing a bite and my name is Abby" I answered and headed for the kitchen.
Oliver followed me in, leaning on the doorway and watching me look through the cabinets. After opening all of them and realizing we only had some stale crisps in storage, I closed the last one with disappointment and let out a sigh.
"Want me to cook something?" he asked with a cocky tone.
"As if I want to get food poisoning" I teased him, knowing he was actually quite capable of making a decent meal.
"Well if you're going to be rude, you aren't getting any of my chocolate-banana muffins," he crossed his arms and walked towards the counter.
Being too proud to apologize for what I said, I decided to use a greater force: "Dad! Oliver doesn't want to share his muffins!".
Oliver pierced me with his eyes as his fist clenched around the frying pan that he was holding: "You bloody little evil creature!" he said through his teeth pointing the pan at me and I just gave him a smirk as dad walked in.
"Oliver, don't be selfish and share with your sister will ya?" he said, throwing the empty beer in the trash.
"Yes dad" he answered with a forced smile and put his 'weapon' aside.
"Good. Now it's only fair that you help him as well Abby. And no fighting please" said my dad and started walking down the hall: "I'll be in my office if anything catches on fire" he yelled before closing the door.
"Ha! Karma!" Oliver exclaimed proudly: "Now take out the eggs and help me". I rolled my eyes, not too thrilled about having to bake, but I still did as I was told.
After about five minutes Oliver gave up on me 'helping' since he still had to double-check every ingredient I measured out, so I just sat on the counter and decided to reply to Alex.
Alex:
'Hey, Abby, how's it going. I hope you had fun on Friday'
I was surprised he didn't ask about me disappearing in the middle of the night, but I also didn't feel like explaining all that happened.
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