i left my room, leaving thomas to talk to my dad. i really hoped he would realize how much my dad misses him and ethan.
i decided to take a quick shower and call abby after.
i tried her twice and was met with the same faith, no anwer.
i felt myself getting worries, she was supposed to stay with the bakers until i got back.
i called marcus and he thankfully picked up.
"marcus?"
"what's up?"
"is abby still at yours?"
"uh, i think so"
"can you go check?"
"uh, i was kinda in the middle of-"
"marcus!"
"okay, okay jeez."
i heared a lot of rumbling and a tv sound.
"yup she's still here, watching a movie with max."
"give her the phone." i ordered, wanting to make sure she was okay.
"this is my phone and i'd much rather-"
"just give her the damn phone."
"right"
i waited for a couple of seconds until i heard another voice in my ear.
"yes?"
i felt myself sigh with relief the second i heard abby.
"abbs, you okay?"
"uh yeah, why?"
"you didn't pick up your phone." i answered
"oh shit, it's dead, sorry."
"it's okay, i was just worried."
"well, now that i'm speaking to you, how's things there?"
"it's an absolute shithole here." i answered with a small smile.
"oeh, do spill."
"mom got engaged, the boys think dad hates them, mom thinks dad is brainwashing me, do i need to say more?"
"wait hold on, engaged?!"
"i know, that was my reaction too" i laughed out loud.
it felt good to talk to abby as my bestfriend again, after everything that happend i was so worried about her, i completely forgot how good our talks used to be.
after a while of filling in abby some more i decided to try and clean my room up a bit.
"alright abbs, why don't you go back to your movie with max and i'll try to make this room look somewhat presentable."
"i will, only max left a while ago." she spoke
"oh, where to?"
i knew it wasn't my business but i was too curious.
"probably hooking up with some random chick again."
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𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 | a maxine baker story
Fanfictionin which an old friend returns to town, secrets will come out, old relationships will unfold and most importantly, love makes it entrance. a maxine baker story lowercase intented