Ask Me Anything

Chapter 15

"Hello?" 

As I came spiraling back down to reality, I noticed Abby's hand waving wildly in my face. 

"Are you awake? Like really awake?" she asked. "Or are you in some zombie-like funk right now?" 

I shook my head and pushed her when I pulled myself out of my own thoughts. "Yes, I'm awake, I was just thinking," I told her, waving her off completely. 

I had been thinking about the night before and the fact that Lucas had been totally right. I had a decision to make, one that I didn't want to have to. 

With a sigh and a strange look from Kylie as well, Morgan motioned to our waiter for the check. We had all decided to get breakfast at the diner Morgan and Mike had gone to on their date since everyone managed to get off of work on the same day. 

"Man, I'm stuffed," Carrie said, resting her hands on her stomach. "Those pancakes were filling." 

"I don't think it was just the pancakes that are making you feel stuffed," Kylie pointed out. "Let's not forget the bacon, the eggs and the two pieces of sausage you ordered as well, plus the two cups of coffee you've had since we got here." 

It's true, Carrie ordered a ton of food, but because she played soccer all the time, she needed those carbs. And with all of the exercise she did to stay in shape, it never affected her weight. A lot of the other girls we went to high school with resented for her fast working metabolism, which she secretly enjoyed. She would always laugh every time someone gave her a dirty look when they saw how much she could eat and never gain a single pound. 

"So what's the plan, ladies?" I asked, wiping my mouth with my napkin. "We headed to the beach after this?" 

Abby nodded. "Yes, please," she said. "I need some sun after being cooped up in that ice cream parlor all week." 

We paid the check and all piled into Kylie's truck to head home. "Does anyone need anything while we're out?" Kylie asked, as she made another turn off the highway. 

"Abby, didn't you say there was a liquor store about five minutes from the house?" Carrie asked from the backseat. 

Abby nodded. "Yeah, why?"

Carrie rifled through her bag without another word. Morgan, who was sitting next to me, rolled her eyes and started shaking her head. 

"No, Carrie," she said flatly. 

"What?" I asked, not following. 

"No," she repeated as Carrie dug deeper into the contents of her, apparently, messy bag.

"What is going on back there?" Abby asked, turning around slightly to see what Carrie and Morgan were doing. 

"They're not going to go for it, we all have to work this week!" Morgan insisted. 

"You don't know that!" Carrie retorted. 

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER OUR FUCKING QUESTION?!" I finally yelled over everyone. 

The car fell silent for a minute. Carrie, not taking her widened eyes off of me, pulled her wallet out of her bag, and slipped some cash out.  

"I was going to suggest we could have a party, maybe have some people over," she said quietly, practically in a whisper. 

"And I could tell that was what she was thinking and I just don't think it's a good idea because we've all got such different work schedules right now," Morgan answered back, equally as quiet. 

I nodded. As my temper wore down, I started to feel bad that I had just tore through the energy in the car like a bull in a china shop.

"Alright, that's all we wanted to know," I said, sitting back in my seat and looking out the window again.