F R I S B E E

Three

After a grueling game of Frisbee that ended with Abbey attempting to drown Matt in mud, Hoopes invited me (and Abbey) to breakfast. "I'm sorry you had to play with him. I tried hiring someone to play Frisbee with him, but after the 48th game in two hours she broke down in tears and quit." He told me over Matt's wails.

Emily had woken up at that point and she and Abbey were tearing each other's hair out. Literally.

"That's fine, I really don't mind." I said.

"The diner's just a few minutes away, I can drive you there if you want. " he offered.

"I think Abbey and I will go tog- ABBEY, HEY! STOP THAT!" I screamed as Abbey tried to strangle Emily with a gardening hose.

Matt was face planted in the mud and bubbles of air were popping up around his head.

"Sorry Adammmyyyyy" she said sweetly, dropping the hose.

Emily, her face a violent shade of blue, fell face first into the mud beside her husband.

"We're all going to head to some diner for breakfast." I informed her and she nodded, her curls bouncing. Somehow her hair and her dress were spotless, like she'd just come out of a make-over session. No matter what seemed to happen to her, she was always oddly perfect. I'd never seen her without her makeup. She even wore it in her sleep.

"Let's go to the car!" she commanded. I walked over and scooped her up, careful to avoid getting my eye poked out by her razor sharp heels. Hoopes dragged Matt and Emily's unconscious bodies to his car and waved at us. I got into the car and started it, while Abbey whipped out a nail file and began perfecting her all ready perfect nails. Seriously, I couldn't see what was wrong with them. Nails are just a thing I will never understand.

We got to the diner shortly, and thankfully Matt was conscious. Emily was in between. She had gone from royal blue to periwinkle and could keep her head up for the most part, so that was good. Soon enough we had all ordered breakfast, and Hoopes and the Thiessens and I were emerged in a discussion.

"You ready for tour?" I asked them.

"Yep. I'm already preparing. I just hope it's not too hard on Jasper and Stella." Hoopes smiled.

"It'll be good to finally have some alone time, as much as I love spending time with Matt...he's kinda clingy." Emily said, before slamming her face into her scrambled eggs. Matt, on the other hand, was fidgeting nervously.

"I hope there's enough time for Frisbee..." he said anxiously.

Abbey snatched some of the bacon off of his plate. She was making an elegant empire out of her pancakes, and placed Matt's bacon into some kind of road system. Hoopes barely managed to block her from stealing his breakfast potatoes.

"I need that to make people!" she whined.

"Here Abbey, just take mine." I sighed, sliding my plate over to her. She giggled gleefully and went straight to work while I mourned over my lost breakfast.

"Hey Adam, are you busy tomorrow?" Matt said suddenly. "And don't say yes, I know you have no life. We could go to the park and play Frisbee?" he suggested.

Panic spread through me. Not tomorrow! Tomorrow was full moon...

"Um...actually, I have to-" I desperately tried to think of an excuse.

"He's having a Disney princess marathon with me tomorrow." Abbey spoke up. Sometimes she can actually be helpful. "Oh." Matt said, his smile immediately wiped from his face. He sulked.

"Hey there buddy, I'll take you to the park instead." Hoopes said, patting Matt's back. He perked back up. I still felt bad, but I couldn't help the fact that an inner bottom side was warped into my soul and wanted to be freed.

I turned back to Abbey to see her licking her plate clean. Not a crumb remained on her plate or mine, much less the evidence of any breakfast food society ever existing. How she ate two platefuls of food in thirty seconds flat, I'll never know. She set the plate down and smiled sweetly at me like she hadn't just destroyed an entire civilization. And somehow her lipstick hadn't even smudged! How did she do it?

"I'm ready!" she sang. I glanced at the others. Hoopes and Matt still weren't even half finished, and Emily was still brushing bits of eggs off her face.

But if Abbey wanted to leave, then she was going to leave. "Guess I'll catch you guys later." I stood up and half waved.

Once we were outside, I turned to Abbey. "Thanks for saving me back there."

"What do you mean?" she tilted her head. "You know, about the movie marathon."

"What? I meant that seriously.

"Remember, we planned it out eight months ago?" She grinned.

I groaned. "But Abbey, you know what tomorrow is!"

"Yes. Our movie marathon."

"No, my you-know-what that happens every you-know-when."

"Of course I didn't forget about your little problem. It's hard to forget when your handsome little prince charming transform into an ass-"

"SHHHHH" I hissed at her.

"Hmmph. Whatever, it's not like anybody will understand what we're talking about." She flipped her hair.

"Toss me the keys, will you? There's a group of twelve year old girls running over here and I'm not waiting in the cold while you sign Forever 21 receipts." I turned to see a small group of girls wearing various pieces of Owl City merchandise rushing in our direction. I fumbled through the various objects in my pockets before yanking out my keys and a sharpie. Abbey snatched up the keys and walked away while I turned to the girls.

"Hey guys..." I said nervously. They all squealed in unison. It was going to be a long day.