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probably always would be. The two of
them deserved every damn bit of that happiness they could get. Nobody deserved
to live through the shit the two of them had. But they definitely earned
the rainbow that happened after their storms. And if the pot of gold showed up
too, then she wouldn’t complain if they took it all and didn’t share.
         “Yeah, it’s good to see
you too!” She smiled as they began to make their way to the exit. The boy was
still just as chivalrous as ever, holding doors and carrying suitcases. The
sweetest punk–head alive, “I’m gonna run this stuff to the car real quick,
Little Beast, then I’ll meet the two of you across the street at Jo’s Cafe.
Sound good?”
    Absolute worship centered in
his eyes as his gaze focused solely on Harley. Heat brewed between the two of
them as he inched in closer to her front. Abigail’s eyes wandered between their
googly looking faces, but it was as if she wasn’t even there, like the only two
people in the world who existed at that point were the two of them.
    She smiled sadly. Damn how she
loved love. But with her moony thoughts, came a tiny pull that yanked the hell
out of her heartstrings, forcing her to finally look away just before their
lips connected. Yeah sure, she was ecstatic for them, ungodly happy as a matter
of fact, but she didn’t need to see the kiss. Nor did she need to hear it
either. Abigail wasn’t jealous of their happiness by any means, especially
since they deserved it so very much. But she was only human and one of the only
things she wanted out of life was what the two of them were lucky enough to
find.
         She cleared the emotion
from her throat and shook her head, getting back to business as she went to
stand at Harley’s side again. She nudged her in the ribs with her elbow,
grinning down at Harley’s blazing red face, “Man, are you two getting hitched
or something? Because you kind of make me sick with all that lovey–dovey crap.”
    Abigail turned to face Harley
full on, expecting to see anger or even annoyance in her best friend’s eyes at
the assumption. But instead, all she could see there was hope. And maybe even a
little bit of fear. Abigail’s eyes slowly bugged from her head. Hell no. Miss
sensible Harley couldn’t possibly be considering the big M, at nineteen years
old, could she be? After multiple nudges, Harley still didn’t respond, nor did
she even flinch at the unrealistic words coming from Abigail’s now slack–jawed
mouth.
    “Hello, Harley Ann? Are you in
there?”
         “Huh?” she finally blinked, seemingly coming back to life from her apparent love coma, “I’m sorry,
I didn’t hear you.”
    Abigail rolled her eyes and
shook her head, leading them towards the exit. When in the hell had the two of
them gotten this bad?            “Nothing,” Abigail sighed, looping her
arm through Harley’s, “I gotta go pee. Show me to the toilet, would ya?”
    Harley smiled, leading the
way, “Yes ma’am, one bathroom coming right up.” Her best friend continued to
smile, but there was a knowingness on her lips too, as well as a set of
secrets. Abigail was dying to question her about them all, but then again, was
it really even her business what they did and how they loved one another? Nope,
not at all.
         “So, tell me. Did my
dumbass brother call you yet?”
    Abigail worried her lip,
shaking her head. No, he hadn’t called. But Harley didn’t need to know that
she’d seen her favorite and only brother, face plant and have a seizure on the
floor of a party only four nights ago. “Nope,” she shrugged, keeping her
expression as neutral as possible.
    “I swear, Abigail, I don’t
know what’s up with him lately. Mom says that he’s been an agitated mess for
almost two months now. It’s weird too because his mood seems to have worsened,
like he’s harboring all this crap inside of him again. I thought he’d gotten
passed that, you know? I thought once he