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Authors: K. M. Neuhold
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obsessed with Abby’s lips would be an understatement. I’ve never been tempted to break my strict ‘no kissing’ rule before, but with Abby...oh Abby. Some days all I can think about is that mouth; what would it taste like to kiss her? What do her lips feel like? Or my favorite; what is she going to say next and is it going to be funny, scathing, nerdy, or unintentionally sexy. I’m like a drug addict.
“Are you going to eat or just watch me eat?” She asks snapping me out of my fantasy about her mesmerizing mouth.
I fake a cough to cover my laugh and dig into my pancakes.
Abby
“Are we there yet?” Ethan whines from the passenger seat.
“My god you are such a child,” I gripe.
“We’ve been in this car forever.”
“We’ve been in the car for two hours. We still have three hours to go so relax and enjoy the scenery. We can play a game,” I suggest.
“Or, we could talk and find out each other’s deepest secrets and dreams,” He jokes.
I try to shrug nonchalantly. I’ll tell him my dreams but he’s finding out about my secrets over my dead body.
“Okay, tell me about your childhood.”
“It sucked. Lee was the only thing that kept me sane. My parents are crazy and we got the hell out of there as soon as we could,” He says matter of factly.
“So I take it you’re not very religious then?”
“Hell no. How about your childhood?” He asks. I tense and keep my gaze firmly on the road.
“Sucked,” I respond.
He waits for elaboration but I don’t give him any.
“Alright, so we have shitty childhoods, let’s scratch that subject. How about the future? Do you think you’ll ever get married? Have kids?”
“I don’t know. I’m currently working on feeling comfortable with a man even touching me so I think that any plans for a husband and kids are probably a pipe dream.” I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“You’ve slowly gotten comfortable with me touching you. So hope is not lost,” He points out in an optimistic manner.
“That’s because you haven’t tried to rape me,” I say in a forced joking tone. As soon as the words are out of my mouth I wish I could put them back in. There’s a palpable shift in the energy in the car.
“What does that mean?” He asks carefully.
“Nothing, just a joke in poor taste,” I lie and force a smile.
I can feel his questioning gaze lingering on me. I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t press for more answers.
We pass the ‘Welcome to Texas’ sign and thank baby Jesus Ethan is distracted from my awkward comment. He furrows his brow, no doubt trying to figure out what we would be doing in Texas. Then his eyes light up as he realizes what the surprise is.
“Are we going to the Doctor Who convention?” He asks excitedly.
I nod enthusiastically.
“That’s so cool, I’ve always wanted to go to Who Con!” He’s like a kid on Christmas. Then his face falls. “I kind of wish I could’ve planned a costume though.”
“Well, I did plan costumes for us, I hope that’s not weird.” I blush at the sudden realization that it might have been presumptuous to plan his costume.
“As long as you didn’t pack me a skirt it’s fine,” He laughs.
“Oh man, now I wish I’d packed you a skirt.” I suddenly picture Ethan’s large, masculine frame shoved into a skirt and I snort out a laugh.
“So what are we dressing up as?”
I blush again as I think about the fact that I planned us a couples costume without really thinking about the fact that it might send some sort of message, like I have a creepy crush on him or something.
“Stop blushing and just tell me.”
“I’m Amy Pond and you are Rory as the Last Centurion,” I admit.
He’s quiet for a second and I chance a look over at him. He has a goofy smile playing on his lips that makes my stomach flip for some
“Are you going to eat or just watch me eat?” She asks snapping me out of my fantasy about her mesmerizing mouth.
I fake a cough to cover my laugh and dig into my pancakes.
Abby
“Are we there yet?” Ethan whines from the passenger seat.
“My god you are such a child,” I gripe.
“We’ve been in this car forever.”
“We’ve been in the car for two hours. We still have three hours to go so relax and enjoy the scenery. We can play a game,” I suggest.
“Or, we could talk and find out each other’s deepest secrets and dreams,” He jokes.
I try to shrug nonchalantly. I’ll tell him my dreams but he’s finding out about my secrets over my dead body.
“Okay, tell me about your childhood.”
“It sucked. Lee was the only thing that kept me sane. My parents are crazy and we got the hell out of there as soon as we could,” He says matter of factly.
“So I take it you’re not very religious then?”
“Hell no. How about your childhood?” He asks. I tense and keep my gaze firmly on the road.
“Sucked,” I respond.
He waits for elaboration but I don’t give him any.
“Alright, so we have shitty childhoods, let’s scratch that subject. How about the future? Do you think you’ll ever get married? Have kids?”
“I don’t know. I’m currently working on feeling comfortable with a man even touching me so I think that any plans for a husband and kids are probably a pipe dream.” I let out a self-deprecating laugh.
“You’ve slowly gotten comfortable with me touching you. So hope is not lost,” He points out in an optimistic manner.
“That’s because you haven’t tried to rape me,” I say in a forced joking tone. As soon as the words are out of my mouth I wish I could put them back in. There’s a palpable shift in the energy in the car.
“What does that mean?” He asks carefully.
“Nothing, just a joke in poor taste,” I lie and force a smile.
I can feel his questioning gaze lingering on me. I hold my breath hoping he doesn’t press for more answers.
We pass the ‘Welcome to Texas’ sign and thank baby Jesus Ethan is distracted from my awkward comment. He furrows his brow, no doubt trying to figure out what we would be doing in Texas. Then his eyes light up as he realizes what the surprise is.
“Are we going to the Doctor Who convention?” He asks excitedly.
I nod enthusiastically.
“That’s so cool, I’ve always wanted to go to Who Con!” He’s like a kid on Christmas. Then his face falls. “I kind of wish I could’ve planned a costume though.”
“Well, I did plan costumes for us, I hope that’s not weird.” I blush at the sudden realization that it might have been presumptuous to plan his costume.
“As long as you didn’t pack me a skirt it’s fine,” He laughs.
“Oh man, now I wish I’d packed you a skirt.” I suddenly picture Ethan’s large, masculine frame shoved into a skirt and I snort out a laugh.
“So what are we dressing up as?”
I blush again as I think about the fact that I planned us a couples costume without really thinking about the fact that it might send some sort of message, like I have a creepy crush on him or something.
“Stop blushing and just tell me.”
“I’m Amy Pond and you are Rory as the Last Centurion,” I admit.
He’s quiet for a second and I chance a look over at him. He has a goofy smile playing on his lips that makes my stomach flip for some
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