Below the Sky

Chapter 13: Luke

Chapter 13: Luke

"Luke, please help me carry in Abigail's things," Mami called to me. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, but immediately jumped up when I heard her voice. I sprinted downstairs, and ran out the door.
Mami was in the driveway, along with Papi. They were climbing out of their car, and even from a distance I could see it packed full of so many things. Boxes, and more boxes, and a few suitcases and bags here and there.
Papi came around the car, a box in his hands. He smiled when he noticed me, then motioned for me to go and help unload the car. "Luke, you should go meet Abigail, she's very nice," Papi said to me as he walked past into our house.
Over the last few days my parents had been continuously informing me about the person I was going to be helping over the next few months. I knew she was a girl, from Vermont, which wasn't too far from upstate New York really. She was seventeen years old, and majoring in art. I thought that last part was pretty cool, thinking that its brave to major in a subject that's pretty unpopular, and also hard to form a career in.
Now, as I approached the car, I desperately tried to remember all this information. Nothing prepared me for Abigail in the end though. She walked around the car, her hands empty I noted. She had very distinct, flaming red hair, and a pretty pale skin tone to match that. She was at a medium height, maybe like a few inches shorter than me. She was very pretty though, I noticed that too. Abigail was sporting a pair of ripped jeans, and shirt that didn't completely cover her stomach. I thought that she might have been cold in the car, wearing something so small, but it was also the middle of summer and blazing heat out.
Abigail finally noticed me, leaning up against the car, staring at her. She gave me a quick smile, and slandered over to me, thrusting out her hand. "I'm Abigail," she said, "but you can call me Abby."
"Okay," I took her hand, and shook it, feeling a blush blooming on my cheeks. Suddenly Mami came around the car, balancing two boxes on her hips. "Help Abby carry in all of her bags Luke," she scolded me.
"Okay Mami," I said, walking around to the trunk. There were a few boxes left, and suitcases too. I grabbed one of the boxes, struggling under the weight slightly. Abby picked up a box too, with ease.
Over the course of the next hour, I helped Abby get moved in. We carried all of her things up to her room, and I helped her unpack some too. Abby had brought a lot, I noticed, but I didn't mind too much.

It took no short amount of time for Abby to finish unpacking, but eventually, the task was done. I was sitting on my bed in my room, alone with my thoughts, when she knocked on my door. "Hey," she said, when I opened it.
"Hey," I replied. Then I motioned for her to walk into my room.
Abby looked around the room, inspecting it. I had my bed, of course, in the middle of the space, but the rest consisted of a small dresser, closet, and desk. I had to admit my room was kinda boring, but plain and simple was how I liked it. I didn't need anything else.
"You're names Luke, right?" She asked.
"Ya."
"You know I'm Abby."
"Ya."
"It's very secluded where you live. I live in a big neighborhood, and I could walk to my boyfriend..." Abby suddenly stopped for a second, "I mean ex-boyfriend's house, before I left."
"That's cool," I said.
"Ya," she inched her way closer to me, and sat down next to me on the bed. I noticed that she made sure there was a reasonable amount of space between us.
"So, what do you usually do around here?" She asked me.
"It can get kinda boring honestly, especially in the summer. Most of the time I run, and just hang around. There's actually a girl that doesn't live too far from here, but we're not friends..."
Abby's face lit up at the mention of another person besides me nearby. "Really, why aren't you friends?" She asked.
"I guess...we just don't really get along too well," I said, nervously. It was true, me and Lila didn't get along very well, or at least, we don't anymore.
"Oh, that's too bad," Abby's voice took on a more solemn tone.
"Ya."
"Well, do you ever go into town, I heard its only about a fifteen minute drive from here?" Abby asked.
"Not really," I said...
"Well, we're going to start driving to town more often. I want to see this place, really understand it before classes start in the fall."
I noted that Abby seemed like a very spontaneous person. That was good, it might add a little bit of spice to my life, make it a bit more exciting.