A Gallathorne Vacation || DISCONTINUED

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Hey guys! Thank you so much for all of the comments. For some reason, this chapter was more challenging to write. I think it's because I didn't want it to be too cliché or weird, I was just trying to go for funny. SO, let me know how you like it and if it is funny! I appreciate you guys so much. Keep commenting!

I was walking with Abby through the cute little French restaurant by the beach the next day. We were being led by the hostess to a table outside, which I was fine with since the weather was perfect, but Abby looked around nervously.

"Pouvons nous avoir une table à l'intérieur, à partir d'une fenêtre, si vous plait?" She asked the hostess, and I immediately wondered why she wanted the hostess to seat us inside away from any windows. The hostess smiled graciously, and led us back inside to a small table in the middle of the room and handed us the menus.

"Merci mademoiselle" Abby said, thanking her.

"Is there a specific reason we are sitting inside, away from any windows?" I asked, raising my eyebrows suspiciously.

"Yes. It's hot outside and I don't want my beautiful skin to get sunburned" She replied sarcastically.

"Whatever Abby," I sighed, knowing she wasn't going to give me a direct answer, which caused Abby to smirk. "Is there a specific reason that my mom made you to take me out today?"

"That is a question that I actually can answer, although I'm not sure you will like it. But first know that your mother will never be able to MAKE me do anything. Now, she asked me to talk to you today after what happened last night. She told me that she was going to do this, but then she thought that it would be better if I did it. I think it's kind of stupid, but I just couldn't pass up an opportunity to make my niece squirm."

"What about last night and why would it make me squirm, unless, oh god no-I am not ever having this conversation. Not with my mom, not with you, not now, not ever." I said, realization sweeping over me.

"We are in public, so you're not running out of here or making a scene. And yes, your mom said that we do have to have this conversation. Even though I personally think it's a little late for this, seeing as you already have a serious boyfriend. Oh well!" She said, winking at me when she said the last part.

I was about to respond, but thankfully we were interrupted by the waitress coming to take our orders. I was hoping Abby would get distracted, but as soon as the waitress left she got back to business.

"Now squirt, when two people love each other, sometimes they do things-" She said, before I interrupted her.

"Seriously Abby? Seriously? I'm not THAT naïve. I am aware what sex is."

"Okay then. Although you are probably the most experienced at Gallagher, you have still be sheltered from boys way more than most girls your age, and I'm guessing there is probably a lot that you still don't know. So why don't you ask me something. If you willingly participate, it will make this a whole lot easier squirt. "

I thought about this for a little while, and by then our food had come. I praised the welcome distraction, but I decided that there were some things that I did want to know.

"Um...well... like I guess I have a couple questions, but you can't judge, and I would really appreciate if this would stay between us." I said, and Abby just nodded as to say well duh. "Okay, well I know what sex is, obviously, but what about what comes in between. Are you like supposed to do that stuff after being together for a while, or is it okay to wait until you feel comfortable?"

"Okay well first of all, Cammie, know that you NEVER have to do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing, and if Zach ever tries to pressure you-kick his ass. Then let Bex and Macey know and have them kick his ass. Then tell me and I will kick his ass. There is no expected time to do that kind of stuff; you should do it when you feel comfortable enough with him to do it. I would also advise to you to make sure you are serious about anyone that you do anything sexual with, and that is coming from past experience." She said, looking at me intently the whole time she answered, holding my gaze. She looked like she actually cared about this and as much as I didn't want to have this conversation, I was kind of glad we were.