A Short Guide On Love (Soon To Be Deleted)

Part One

Abby POV

Cold whipped at me as I stepped in front of my sister, trying to protect her slightly from the wind as she struggled to place her arms through her coat.

"Bloody hell." Lydia complained, scowling at the fabric she clenched in her fists. "My coat's broken!"

I rolled my eyes, as believable as that sounded the far more likely answer as to why she was struggling so much to put her own coat on was the fact she was drunk out of her senses.

"Let me help you." I said with a deep sigh, stepping forwards.

At my approach though Lydia leapt back as if I was brandishing a giant spider in my hands.

"I'm not five I can do it myself." She shouted with determination, probably not realising how loud she was actually being until she heard her own voice bouncing around the empty streets.

I lifted an eyebrow, crossing my arms as I watched her struggle for the next twenty seconds before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Or maybe I could use your help." She admitted with a sore wince.

A tugged at my lips. "Oh you could?" I teased.

Lydia just pouted and nodded her head in defeat.

"You're so kind Abby." She murmured rather than leaping away from me as I stepped up to help her this time.

Walking up to her Lydia held out her coat towards me, and mumbled a small thanks. I shook my head slightly at my sister's behaviour.

As I helped her into her coat Lydia let out another small sigh. "It's not fair." She complained in a quiet voice.

I contemplated asking her what wasn't fair, or if maybe I just didn't want to know, but the choice was taken away from me when my sister continued anyway.

"It's totally not fair at all. Owen seemed like such a sweet guy." I winced wondering what would be the best way to change the conversation quickly, but no answer sprung to mind. "He was supposed to be the one. He was meant to be your Kevin."

I focused on the buttons on my sister's coat rather than offering any kind of response.

"You looked so good together." She continued with her drunken complaints.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, looks can be deceiving like that." I said straightening my sister's collar before steeping back from her once more.

Lydia's expression grew sour. "Two years! Two years wasted on that butthead and his stupid designer suits."

I let a small scoffing noise in the back of my throat. "The only thing wasted here is you." I told her bluntly, trying to cut off her rambles.

It almost worked.

She gave my comment an undeserved round of laughter before stumbling forwards to engulf me in a tight hug. "See you're funny!" She complimented in a slur. "And sooo pretty. You could do a million times better than him."

"Thanks." I muttered, patting her back, trying to indicate the end of our hug, but she didn't let go.

"He was such a jerk calling you emotionless. You're not emotionless at all. You just have a hard time showing it. You're so kind." She was now petting my hair and I knew she was trying her best to comfort me the best way she knew how.

Sighing gently a shook my head, pulling out of her embrace I kept one arm around her to help her walk in a straight line.

"This is the last time we ever go out drinking together." I promised her.