Him and Me

Chapter 8: Fairytale Endings.

I was walking up my front porch after my date and something seemed off. I was getting a feeling in the back of my neck like when someone was watching you and I knew it wasn't a good feeling. I unlocked the door and walked up the stairs. The closer I got to my room the worse it got. I opened the door and what I saw made me scream.

"Jeez Abigail, deafen us much," Issy teased.

"Holy crap you scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry, Gail," Ella said popping her head up.

"Okay first of all how did you get into my house exactly?"

"Uh Abby. We do know where your spare key is. We've broken in before," Ella stated as if it was an obvious thing.

"Second of all. Why are you here?"

"Tell us?"

I should've known; I thought sarcastically, there was no way I was telling those girl what happened.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"TELL US!" they yelled together.

"Or what?"

"Or we'll...take away all your classics," Ella threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," I threatened.

"Yeah we would," Issy said, "Jane Eyre..."

"You won't break me."

"Love in the time of Cholera..." Ella continued.

"Pride and Prejudice..."

"Sense and Sensibility..."

"Don't bother, it won't work."

"..and Wuthering Heig-"

"NO!" I cracked.

"No?" Issy taunted.

"I'll tell you.."

So I told them. I told them absolutely everything down to the last insignificant detail.

"That's cute Abigail," Ella murmured.

"Thanks."

"Okay well from the sister side EWW...and from the friend side aww.," Issy said

"Umm. Thank you..I think?"

"Don't worry I'm in best friend mode."

"Thanks then."

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It's impossible to justify the way you feel when you get woken up. Especially at Godly hours of the morning. I have to drag my feet and I'm so tired I can only see a metre in front of me. No matter what the situation you're always really grumpy. I was woken by a tapping at me window. I figured it was a tree branch so I rolled over and went to bed. After about five minutes of the repetitive tapping I decided it wasn't the wind. I pulled myself out of my bed -which took a lot of effort- and walked over to the window. It wasn't the tree branch it was a rock. I braced myself and pulled up the window and a pebble came straight through the window.

"What the hell it's like..." I checked my clock it read 11:59, "12:00 in the morning!" I yelled.

"O Abigail, Abigail! wherefore art thou Abigail?" Declan yelled back. I'd know that voice anyway.

"Reversing roles are we."

"No."

"You were quoting a chick," I yelled.