My bad life turned good

22

Chapter twenty two:

Steve's p.o.v.

Kyle, Dan, Stephen, Daniel and I walked into Stephens room. We all gathered around in his room, either sitting on the bed, on the desk chair or sitting on the soft carpet, I of course was sitting on the edge of the bed facing towards the window.

"I suppose you're all wondering why we're in here, while the girls are in Abby's room with her," Stephen said.

"Well actually I was wondering why your curtain and your blind isn't open," I said.

"So was I," Kyle said. Stephen walked to his window and opened up the curtain and the blind and even opened up his window a little bit.

"Does that make you a bit happier?" Stephen asked.

"Very much so," Kyle and I said.

"Stephen and Daniel, I just asked your sister to help me out on Saturday," I said.

"What kind of help?" Daniel asked.

"I asked her if she would come over and spend the night with me to help me babysit my cousins and also dog sit with me because my parents and my aunt and uncle are going out of town for the weekend," I said.

"What did she say when you asked her?" Stephen asked.

"She said that yes she would help me out providing it's okay with you two and if your parents are okay with it," I said.

"Well we're okay with it, I mean she really does like you a lot and you two are really cute together," Daniel said.

"Awesome, I wasn't sure if you guys would be okay with it, so I was kind of nervous to ask you guys if you would be okay with me having her come over for the weekend and look after my cousins with me," I said.

"Well we're okay with it, I mean once again you did save her life and because of you she's still alive and breathing and she trusts you a lot," Stephen said.

"Thanks so much," I said.

"You're welcome." Daniel said. I think that it's kind of funny that Stephen and Daniel have a pattern going on because one of them talks and then the other one talks and they always do that, I'm pretty sure that they've been doing that ever since they were younger.

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*Abby's p.o.v.*

The girls and I gathered around in my room. I sat down on the window seat, I'm the only person in the house that has a window seat in my room, it's perfect because it's just like a couch and it's really comfy and it's even better to sit on it when my window is open.

"I suppose that you three are wondering why we're hanging out in my room," I said.

"I know I am," Hanna said.

"Well I need some advice," I said.

"What kind of advice?" Rebecca asked.

" I need advice on what kind of outfit I should wear when I go over to a guys house to help him babysit his younger cousins and help him also dog sit," I said.

"Who's the guy that you're going to be helping out?" Emma asked.

"Steve," I said.

"What day are you helping him?" She asked.

"Saturday and Sunday," I said.

"Wear your favourite outfit but don't reveal to much skin," Hanna said.

"Okay well now I need even more help with finding an outfit," I said.

"Okay let's see your outfits," she said.

"Okay." I said. I opened my closet, and took a step back. I have lots of different outfits because when I moved in with Kim and her husband, Kim took me out shopping for new outfits. Hanna was the first one to walk over to my closet and look for an outfit that I could wear. She held up a pair of shorts and a crop top.

"What about this?" She asked.

"That's my favourite outfit," I said.

"So is it a yes or a no?" She asked.

"That's a yes as of now," I said.

"Okay." She said. Emma went to my closet second and started looking for an outfit that I could wear. She held up a pair of yoga pants, a tank top and a bench jacket.

"That's a yes," I said.

"Is it the outfit that you're going to wear when you arrive at his house or your outfit that you're going to wear later that evening?" She asked.

"Likely for later that evening, unless it's cold that morning and I need something to wear to stay warm," I said.

"Okay." She said. Rebecca went up last and found me an outfit to wear. The outfit that she found for me was a pair of shorts, a t shirt and a loose fitting sweater.

"And that will be my outfit on Sunday for the ride or the walk home," I said.

"Okay," she said.

"Thanks for helping me find which outfits I should wear this weekend when I'm helping out Steve," I said.

"You're welcome." They said. I'm glad that I have friends that are like them, simply because I know that I have people to ask when I need advice about what I should wear when I'm going to go and help someone out and that I can still look cute while I'm helping that person out.

"Where did you get this hoodie from?" She asked, holding up the hoodie that Steve gave me on the way to the hospital because I was cold and wasn't dressed warm enough.

"Steve gave it to me," I said.

"When?" She asked.

"On the way to the hospital because I was cold and I wasn't dressed warm enough either," I said.

"Awe that's so cute," she said.

"Yea it is." I said. When I was telling Emma that Steve gave me his hoodie I couldn't help but smile at that memory, seeing as that was the last memory I had before I fell asleep at the hospital.