An hour after running into Abi, I came downstairs. No one got up until 7:30, except for Abi, apparently. I flopped down on the couch turned on my tunes, thinking about…stuff. Well, mainly about
the dream: what it meant
Abi: how beautif- er, interesting she was
her diary: what's in there?
I couldn't stop thinking. So NOT a normal occurrence. Finally, however, the others came down, chatting noisily in the elevator.
"Aw yeah! Kitchen's open!" Ron shouted. 'Dang it!' I thought. 'How could you forget to make your own food?' Immediately, the sounds of cracking eggs sizzling bacon filled the air. Nichole and Kenneth came sat down on the other end of the couch.
"So, Kenneth, what are you going to do for valentines day?" Nichole asked, making Kenneth smile. I rolled my eyes. When was he gonna tell her?
“Im Gonna Treat you outside!” He was positively roaring with laughter. Sometimes I don’t get this boy.
Suddenly, I could see why Abi was always up on the roof: to get away from the noise. 'Hey,' I thought, 'what does Abi do on Valentine's Day?' I remembered last Valentine's Day… (I know! Dontcha just hate flashbacks?)
I was sitting on the ground in the park, Ashley beside me. We were skipping stones across that dismal excuse of a lake, laughing every time one of us got one across. After a while we finally got tired of it.
"This is getting boring, Aly. Wanna go get some ice cream?" she asked me, getting up dusting off her pants.
"Sure," I said, doing the same myself. We'd walked down the road, playfully shoving each other as we went. We'd sat down inside the fifty's-style ice cream parlor in a booth facing the window. We'd been sitting there, talking laughing, when some one that we both recognized walked by: Abi. She was carrying a black bag in one hand a black book in the other, her aqua bluedress swirling behind her. She saw us, too. We knew that when she stopped looked directly at us. Her eyes held something that I couldn't place in their depths, but it was very strong. A second later, she hurried down the street careful not to look back. When we came home later that night, Nichole and Kenneth were sitting on the couch watching a chick-flick that Nichole was thoroughly entranced in Ron was answering fan-mail. Abi was there also. But she, however, didn't appear to be enjoying herself. She was sitting in the corner, legs crossed, just staring at the sea, the black book in her lap.
'The black book! That's it! Abi's diary is black!' I thought, ending the flashback abruptly.
"Hey, guys, I'm not feelin' well. I'll…I'll be upstairs," I said, getting up. Nichole and Kenneth looked concerned. Ron, however, did not.
"Feelin' a little green?" he asked, laughing at his own pathetic joke. I shook my head.
"Whatever, dude," I said, stepping into the elevator. I did not, however, stop at the floor with my bedroom. Instead, I went up to the roof. Just as I suspected, Abi was sitting there, staring into the open air. Luckily she hadn't noticed me. Also as I suspected, the black book was not with her. Now I just had to find a way to get into her room unnoticed. 'Duh! You’re Aly! Remember? You can't do that! It's girls stuff! I thought, Oh Well..here goes my dignity.
