Farmgirl

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I wanted to ask Abigail to the winter dance. A simple, true fact. Easier said than done. I hadn't spoken to her in a week, ever since the Thanksgiving fiasco. I wondered if she knew what happened between Andrew and I, two days ago. He probably hadn't told her.

The winter dance would be the second friday of December, a little over two weeks away. It was very quickly approaching. I already had a cute dress picked out, and was already figuring out what I wanted to do with my hair. I just didn't have a date.

The student body had decided that it was, in fact, going to be a more formal dance. Better yet, it was going to be a romantic, couple-y dance. Everybody was rushing around, trying to get dates. Sierra wasn't going. Dances weren't her thing. Dates weren't her thing either. Even though she wasn't going, I was bound to see a few other friends there, but I'd like to have someone close to me go as well - the options being either Sierra or Abigail. And with Sierra not going, I was left with Abigail.

I was embarrassed to talk to her again, after all, I'd started the kiss, and after all, I was the one who said, no, we can't do this. For all I knew, Abigail hated me now. But I didn't know, and it was driving me insane.

But even if Abigail didn't hate me, and wanted to go to the dance with me, how on earth were we going to get her out of her father's house? There was no way she'd be able to sneak out or back in, much less in a fancy dress - if she even had one. The situation was not a good one.

Sierra, for one, was of the opinion that perhaps it was best not to try. I wouldn't get disappointed if Abigail turned me down, or if we weren't able to get her to the dance. I, for one, wanted to try. But try I did not, for the dance was two weeks ago and Abigail had no clue.

Exactly eight days after I'd kissed Abigail, I made up my mind. It was Friday afternoon, and I knew she was always free then. Determined, I bundled up against the cold and made my way into the woods. She wasn't at the meeting spot, but I wasn't going to give up so easily. I ventured even further in, closer to the farm than I'd dared to go yet. As I neared the gate, I saw her, alone, petting a cow that had wandered into the field. I didn't see Andrew or her father anywhere nearby. I took a deep breath.

"Abigail!" I whispered, urgently. She turned and looked at me, and her face lit up.

"Meredith?" She asked, coming closer. "What are you doing here? My dad could see you!"

"Meet me in the usual spot, then," I said, and raced off. I ended up waiting for about ten minutes before Abigail showed up, a few leaves in her hair.

"I'm sorry I took so long, I had to go bring the cow back before it wandered too far," she tried to explain, but then I wrapped her in a hug.

"It's been way too long since I saw you," I said. She giggled, and I stepped back, smiling a bit.

"So, we're okay?" she asked. "You don't hate me or anything?"

"Jesus, I thought you'd be the one to hate me!" I exclaimed. Abigail laughed, but shook her head. I smiled.

"Personally, I'm glad we don't hate each other," Abigail said.

"Agreed, and now I've got to change the subject," I said. Abigail looked at me curiously.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked.

"So, my school is sorta having this winter dance in... exactly two weeks, actually, and I know you probably don't want to, or won't be able to, or anything, but in theory, um-"

"Are you asking me to the dance at your school?" Abigail asked. Excitement glittered in her eyes.

"Yes," I said, "I am."