So Close , Yet So Far ...

Chapter 3: | The Second Date

Chris's POV.

Waking up in the morning , i began to have mixed emotions. I was happy that a beautiful girl like Abby asked me out but somehow everything about last night felt familiar. Everything ! And i felt down , for no reason. Melancholic.

"Chris , wake ... up ...?" Marty trails , astonished that i woke up early.
"I'm up.." i say with depressed tone.
"What's wrong ? She didn't let you hit it , did she ?" he says laughing , landing a fist on my shoulder..

I stay quiet , not replying to his question. I just get up to go take a shower.
"Pick something out for me, will you please ?" i say walking into the bathroom.
"Uh .. Sure. Are you okay ?"
"Yeah , I'm alright."

I struggle to get her out of my mind. Last night was amazing ... the waffle cake , sharing the milkshake looking into each other's eyes and walking her home talking gibberish about the stars. I smile having no idea why , then i remember it was because i was thinking of her.

I get out , put my clothes on , go down stairs and join Marty and my Aunt for breakfast.

Marty was basically my brother. We did everything together and he knew things about me that i myself didn't know. It occurred to me now that i think of it.

"Marty .."
"Yeah ? Sup ?"
"What do you know about Abigail ?" i ask curiously ..
"Why ? Did something happen ?"
"Nah , just asking ..."
"Well , i know a lot more about her than you think ..."
"What do you mean by that ?" i get my head up to look at him ..
"Would you look at that , its almost 8 o'clock .. We gotta get going." he gets up to walk toward his car , starts the engine and waits patiently for me.

"Chris ..." my Aunt trails softly ..
"Yes ?"
"Can you do me a favor ?"
"Sure , anything for you Aunty .."
"Please , please , please don't ask Marty or I about Abby ... Okay ?"
"Aunty , do you -"
"Like i said .. Don't ask us anything." she says interrupting me as she gets up from the table to her room to get ready for work.

I sigh and get up to walk toward Marty's Mustang. I get in and look at him , only to see that he had an angry face ..

"You mad at me ?"
"Pause .."
"What ? Pause ?"
"Yeah , pause. That sounds gay .." he says landing a fist on my shoulder .. "Don't worry about it , man. I ain't mad at you."

We arrive at school and i see Abby with Tracy at her locker , which was only three lockers away from mine. Marty and I do our famous handshake and we headed straight for our lockers .. I arrive at mine and i greet the girls.

"Tracy , mind if talk to Abby for sec ?" i ask sincerely.
"Sure." she replies with a smile on her face , fist bumping me.

"Abby , about last night .. Trust me , i really , really , really wanted to kiss you but -"
"But you didn't want me to think that you were taking advantage of me and of the moment , i know." she continues my sentence , interrupting me.
"Uh ... " i trial , with surprise and shock. "How'd you know -"
"What you're gonna say ?" she interrupts me again.
"Okay , you are -"
"Starting to creep you out ?" she interrupts me again , and this time she chuckles ..

"How are you doing that ?"
"Do what ?" she smirks ..
"Finish my sentence like you're reading my mind or something .."
"it's just something i got used to." she replies with what i believed was a happy tone - thoughts of a good memory.
"What does that mean ?"
"Don't worry about it." she replies , leaving me curious once again.