A Girl on a Mission

Teardrops on my Guitar

Well, I now have my ultimatum. Tell Drew how I feel, or have Abigail do it for me. Great. There goes years of secret keeping for nothing. And I have absolutely no ideas as to how to tell him. So, naturally, instead of deciding on a course of action, I do nothing, and all of a sudden it's Friday night and Drew still doesn't know.

"You have to give me more time, Abby," I beg over the phone.

"I don't have to do anything," she retorts, sounding slightly offended.

"Abby, this is huge. It takes more than a week to do," I plead.

"Yeah, obviously it takes years, which you've had," she points out. "And anyways, it really only takes what, like thirty seconds? Here, time me. 'Drew, I'm in love with you. Date me.' There, now how long does that take?"

"Oh shut up, Abigail. You know what I mean. And I don't have enough time now, I waited too long," I growl.

"Attitude isn't going to get you anywhere, sweetie. And you know me, I'm not going to budge. Look, you two are hanging out tonight. Do it then."

"Tomorrow," I correct. "He got invited to a party tonight. Because, you know, he's popular, and I'm not. Which is just another reason as to why I shouldn't try to date him."

"Yeah, yeah yeah. Football star, geek, I get it. I still think you two would be perfect. And I'm the one who has the blackmail. Therefore, I win. So how are you going to do it? Casual? Fancy? Or are you just going to start undressing and let his mind do the rest?" Abigail asks mischievously.

"Abby!" I scream so loud that I'm sure she could hear me without the phone. For a solid minute, all I can hear is her laughter on the other end of the line.

"Oh come on! That was hilarious!" She states once she gets her breath back.

"More like horrifying," I screech, which makes her laugh more.

"So, am I coming over on Sunday?" Abby asks after a while more of laughter.

"Abigail Anderson!" I yell.

"Yes?" she asks so innocently, I almost believe that she doesn't know.

"You can't tell him, Abby," I growl. "It would ruin years worth of secret keeping."

"I sure can, and I'm going to. Tell him tomorrow, Taylor. Or even Sunday night, with those note things you guys use. Just tell before Monday, because he doesn't have workouts that morning, and this news could make for a real awkward car ride," she threatens.

"Abby," I growl, but she interrupts me before I can say anything more. She has a habit of doing that.

"Okay good, so you're going to tell him. Great, gotta go, see you Sunday, love you!" And with that, I hear the click that indicates that she hung up. I groan and flop down on my bed. I turn my head and look out my window, only to see Drew just a few feet away in his own room. What's up? Is written on the notepad he's holding up.

Abby. I write back. As he starts to write on his own notepad, I put on some music. I smile as the country music that the majority of my school hates pours out of the speakers.

??? Is written on his pad when I look back up.

Girl stuff. I write back, and once he reads it I flip the paper and write thought u had a party? on the next one.

Getting ready. He writes before shutting his curtains. I pull out my homework and sit on my bed. I have a busy weekend ahead, and I don't want to be stuck doing it Sunday night. We've only been back a week and we already have homework. How stupid is that?