Top of the World (War romance story)

Chapter Nine

I'm kinda winging it with this chapter, we'll see how it turns out. I mean, it won't be horrible, but... yeah, we'll see! Thanks guys! Also, it may seem like a scene was ripped off from "The Notebook", but it wasn't... Lol.

I am SO sorry for the long hiatus! I was so busy! I graduated high school, spent all summer prepping for college, and now I'm ready to write. Thanks for waiting ♥

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"Sometimes your mind needs more time to accept what your heart already knows." 

-- Unknown

Abby

Saturday, June 3, 1939 

It was June now. Summer seemed endless; stretched out in front of me, in arms reach, and I was ready to embrace it. 

The air seemed thicker now, like honey. It was sweet and savory, and smelled like the familiarity of summer I had known years ago, when everything in life seemed right, and normal. I was beginning to regain that feeling of security, that feeling of overall wellness, that seemed lost. 

My parents seemed to notice it, too. Every time I passed by them, they'd give me a peculiar look, and I'd reply "what?", then we'd both smile, and go our separate ways. Supper conversations seemed more lively, and I wasn't cooped up in my room, or curled up in a ball on the porch anymore. 

They all assumed I was changing on my own. They assumed I was taking my bike out for rides, socializing with friends like Irene and Lorraine, but little did they know, I had been sneaking around, seeing Hudson these past few weeks, ever since our first encounter in early May. 

I figured they'd catch on sooner or later, and their suspicions would get the better of them, but for the meantime, I was riding the tide of my good luck, and I had no plans of stopping. 

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It was dusk, and the air was warm and sticky, and smelled like rain, though there were no clouds to be seen. The sky was streaked with shades of blue, pink, purple, and orange, and the glow from the street lamps made the streets seem whimsical in a way. I was riding my bike, pedalling at a steady speed, crossing over the railroad tracks, and my body bounced as the tires skidded over them. 

Hudson was at the same spot where I had been meeting him every evening, and when I saw him, I stopped pedalling, hopped off my bike, and ran into his open arms at full speed. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and bent down, brushing his lips against mine before finally planting a kiss.

I pulled away, looking at his face, and toyed around with the shiny buttons on his shirt, "Hasn't your family gotten suspicious yet?" He asked. I shook my head, "Not that I know of, no. But might I say, Hudson, these past two weeks have been amazing..." 

He chuckled, and gave me another quick kiss. "I'll agree with you on that one, but if we're really serious, we'll have to tell them, eventually." I groaned, "I know, I know. Don't spoil the moment with that right now. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, how 'bout a walk?"

"Or....a drive. I have some place I want to show you." I raised an eyebrow, "At this time of night? Mr. Lane, you're not trying to seduce me, are you?" We both laughed in unison, and he dropped his arms from my body, and shyly shook his head, "No, Abigail. I'm not." 

I bent down and picked my bike off the ground, setting it upright. "Why don't you call me Abby? Abigail is what my parents call me." I protested. 

He scoffed, "Well, Abby, you just started calling me Hudson instead of 'Mr. Lane', so I guess I'll give it a go." I nudged his arm jokingly, and started wheeling my bike by my side as we walked.