Him and Me

Chapter 13: Triple Dates and Anniversaries.

Declan'sPOV:

"How long did they say they would be?" I asked.

"About 10 minutes and I'm hungry," Abby replied.

"Well it's been 15," I sighed, "I'll call her."

I dialed Issy's number. It rang twice before she answered.

"..right around corner," I heard before the line went dead.

"Well?" Abby asked.

"Umm..."

At that second Issy pulled into the spot next to mine. She jumped out very hyper actively and ran over to Ethan's side.

"She had to do her hair," Ethan laughed.

"Whats the point with this wind, and the fact she has a convertible?" I asked.

"Hair is important," Issy huffed.

"Sure," I mocked, "Whatever helps you sleep at night.

"Well I do straighten it before I go to bed," she stated.

"Jee Wizz," Abby sighed.

"Were is Elea-"

"Right here," she smiled as she approached us.

"Awesome, lets go," Abby said in a monotone and walked into wingos.

"What's wrong with her?" Issy asked.

"She doesn't like heels, they make her moody," I joked.

"Really?" James asked dumbstruck.

"Oh dear, what else are we supposed to dress her in," Isobel moped.

"Heels don't actually make her moody, she is hungry, do you want her to eat your chicken wings?"

"Nooo!" James sprinted into wingos without a second glance.

"C'mon," I laughed. What was left of the group plus me walked into wingos, listening to Issy carry on about the importance of heels with dresses.

James and Abigail waved us over to the table they found.

"We already ordered," James stated.

"Of course you did," I replied.

"What did you get?" Jasper asked.

"The Super Bucket," they said in unison with eyes of longing and want.

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"Ugh, never let James and Abigail pick again," Eleanor groaned.

"Huh?" Abigail and James said lifting there heads from there plates.

"I swear, you two should've been related," Isobel said.

"Whatever," they both said and picked up another wing.

"I reckon that if we called those two fraternal twins people would believe us," Ethan sighed.

"Wouldn't surprise me," I mumbled.

"I am never eating another chicken wing ever again," Isobel whined.

"My stomach is about to burst," I agreed.

"It better not or I'll be sick," Ethan whispered putting his head on the table.

"Abby don't you think we should head off soon."

"Shh, eating," she said while chewing, "Okay, I'm done."

"You are one very un-girly girl," I had never in my life seen a girl eat as much as her.