Skinny Love | l.h.

17

"Please tell me you confessed your love for this Luke Hemmings guy." Abby has a hopeful smile.

I did kind of leave Abby to wake up by herself this morning when I left in such a hurry. I wasn't surprised when I found her sitting at the dining room table like a mother waiting for her child to come home when they're past their curfew.

"It wasn't exactly the normal way of doing it, but yeah I did." I nod, a faint smile on my lips. It's definitely relieving to finally be in a place where I don't have to be so confused. Now that Luke and I aren't caught in the midst of not knowing how we felt about each other, I could relax. I still had no idea where we exactly stood yet but I knew this was something we were going to go for.

"Oh my god, was it like in the movies? Was it horribly over dramatic but completely romantic at the same time?" Abby puts her hand on her chest. She's a hopeless romantic at best even though she's never been in anything super serious. All of these romance movies have her looking for the right guy that'll sweep her off her feet at just the right time. I think the whole idea is kind of unrealistic since there's no such thing as "the perfect guy" but I'm better off letting her be in her own little world rather than trying to pull her out of it.

"Ummm, not really." I scrunch my nose remembering our cursing and yelling before it got all sweet. My confession consisted of me calling Luke an asshole and telling him I hated him (even though I wasn't being serious), which is definitely out of the ordinary for other people I guess. It's definitely not your typical love story in those cheesy movies.

"Well darn, I was hoping for the good stuff." She pouts, earning an eye roll from me.

"Life isn't a fairy tale, Abby." I stand from my chair at the dining room table, the spot I've been sitting in for the past hour, and walk over to the fridge. I help myself to some cold pizza left over from a few nights ago, the perfect breakfast.

"You better be getting me some of that too, bitch." I hear Abby call from behind me, so I decide I might as well bring the rest of the box with me so I won't be forced to get up again. I know her hostile use of words are a result of me bursting her bubble about this love stuff, but between us it's never taken offensively. It's the norm for us. She calls me a bitch, I call her a slut, and we go on with our lives.

I throw the box on the table as I shove some of my pizza into my mouth, "Here you go, princess."

"Oh, shut up." She grabs a slice out of the box, grimacing at my new nickname. "So what happened after you told him how you felt?"

"We kissed a little." I shrug, not wanting to reveal every waking detail of what happened. If I really wanted to I could go on about how amazing it felt to kiss Luke, how right it was, but I prefer that to be something I keep to myself. It feels more special that way.

"Then what?" Abby urges me to go on.

"We just said we would meet up later today." I tell her, finishing up my story.

"Bow chicka wow wow." She sing songs with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Oh my god, just because we're going to be alone doesn't mean I'll be having sex with him." I'm thankful that my family just happened to be gone because I didn't need them overhearing my conversation. I have no idea where they went, but I'm glad they decided to leave Abby and I behind.

"Do you think he'll try to?"

"Try to what?" I ask with a full mouth of pizza.

"Don't play stupid, we're talking about sex still dummy." Abby rolls her eyes.

Thinking about that possibly happening causes me to choke on the piece of crust in my mouth, "Hell no." I manage to get out between my fits of coughs.